I was visiting Delhi after a long time.Or so the calculations said.I had not met my family for so long.It felt weird.I have been in touch with everyone.It isn’t the same as actually seeing them.Fine lines on the face, wisdom of the ages shining through the eyes, weight lost to illness and smiles lost to circumstances told me it had been way too long.The warm hugs,night long chatter and lots of love saved the moment, but will never make up for lost time.
The aura of Delhi hasn’t changed a bit.Instead the orange sun shone even brighter this Sunday.With India Gate at the backdrop, the view was breathtaking.I was on my way to an exam.The result is immaterial.The act was motivational.The roads beckoning.The mood inspirational.I have long lost the charm in the battle of Mumbai vs Delhi.I am proud to be from a country where landscape language and history changes every 200 kms.* Delhi is rich in each.It has it’s own story.It has it’s own character.
I did meet Mrs Mfmil.I don’t know what she made of me in person, yet.I suspect I have already created an impression on her.She was nice.Realxed.Jovial.She did not once make me feel uncomfortable,like I had suspected.Instead true to Delhi hospitality the high tea was spectacular.
Discussing politics and everything that is wrong with my country is always high on the agenda when one visits Delhi.I love the long debates heated arguments and several hundred solutions to all of mankind’s problems.Unfortunately no one was listening.I think it comes with the territory of being from the capital.The residents think they know it all.I suspect they do.
I am always amazed at the aggression that one comes across in that city.Be it on the road or out of it.My dad explains that the residents of Delhi are originally refugees and had to fight for everything.Well what happened 50 years ago is no excuse to behave badly a generation or two later but may be I am no one to comment.May be my views can be worth another post altogether.
Met lots of doctors, and loved it.Reminded myself that I belong to a benevolent fraternity and I belong to that generation which shoulders the responsibity to keep it like that.The plight of doctors world over didn’t go undiscussed.Their stories lessen my own misery. After all misery loves company.
But what makes me like Delhi the most, it makes me fall in love with Mumbai all over again.I am happy to be home, away from the dust, the maddening traffic, loud voices, unsolicited solutions,bad phone lines and lack of electricity.Don’t get me wrong I do like Delhi,but I am a Mumbai girl after all.
*Borrowed from a comment by Atul Sabnis