Delhi is that bitch that’s so easy to hate. You know the one. All straight hair, pouty lips and perfect figure. She’s the one you’d like to believe is an absolute belongs-in-ekta’s-shows-with-evil-background-name-humming-music Bitch. She’s not.
I grew up in Delhi. And while she may not be the nice village aunty offering you chai, she’s definitely no Bitch. Delhi has a few things that make it a city worth living in:
1. It gives you balls of steel.
2. It helps you appreciate the Indian-sastaap that is ubiquitous in India
3. It gives you days of frozen winter that make you want to curl up with chai, and just stare at the pollution ridden smoggy vague sun.
4. It teaches you, better than any other teacher, that you never NEVER judge a book by the cover. The punju boy with the rowdy smart mouth, is gonna grow up to be that helpful surd uncle who offered you the window seat to save you from the lech rubbing his crotch on your shoulder.
5. It gives you the balcony seat to viewing Indians and multi-cultural growth.
6. It teaches you that not every person who cannot speak in perfect english and perfect diction is an inferior rat not worth your time.
More on this one some other day. More on the city that defines me, and that’s so easy to ditch in the search for south Indian acceptance and appreciation. I am from delhi, though I may be rooted in Kerala.
>bakatkaari ADR not happening it seems :D <
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