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Delhi is me.
I am Delhi.
I have lived here all my life …
I have hated Delhi, loved Delhi, loathed Delhi.
I have grown up here, fell in love here, grown fat here, jogged here, lied here, lived here and wasted time here.
To be honest I havent given back to the city that has moulded me into who i am now.
And now as summers approach … i feel a tad bit sad … that the cousy winters have gone away a bit too quickly … and now the sticky, sweaty, lazy, sunny days are here (Not that lazy changes …. come winter… summer …spring …. 
How do Delhites cope with the summer heat?
When the sweat becomes unbearable, we drive around in our AC cars … the fan does not cool us enough … so we switch on our split AC’s
… we drink Rooh Afza with ice cubes … lemonade with crushed ice … we suck on Chuski available by the roadside in different flavours of Khas, Masala, Rose ….
We try to find a shady tree while out in the city … shield our eyes from the sun and pull our very expensive goggles on
… we talk and we talk … sipping our ice teas… we disscuss ideas or we simply vile away our time
Delhi is harsh in summers
Its harsher in winters
Delhi blows hot .. blows cold …
Delhi is like an unpredictable girl friend … she will keep u on your toes … you will never know what she will do next
Delhi O Delhi ~
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