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Living in Delhi is a confusing emotion. It's like being in a party where you know everyone but also realising that you're going home alone. Alone but happy. Or alone, probably unsafe, not really happy but not sad either. It's like a concoction the bar tender serves you on that promotional ladies night. Little bit of alcohol and a lot of ice. Some buzz, some chills and a lot to make your spine shiver from throat down. Living in Delhi was a confusing emotion, till I left it and realized I had withdrawal symptoms from the addiction. #desidillidarshan

Living in Delhi is a confusing emotion. It's like being in a party where you know everyone but also realising that you're going home alone. Alone but happy. Or alone, probably unsafe, not really happy but not sad either. It's like a concoction the bar tender serves you on that promotional ladies night. Little bit of alcohol and a lot of ice. Some buzz, some chills and a lot to make your spine shiver from throat down. Living in Delhi was a confusing emotion, till I left it and realized I had withdrawal symptoms from the addiction. #desidillidarshan

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As I watch every station go by I'm counting my blessings For having stories to tell Of memories along the city's lifeline Life in Delhi Metro From the series #desidillidarshan #yellowline #delhimetro #delhidiaries

As I watch every station go by I'm counting my blessings For having stories to tell Of memories along the city's lifeline Life in Delhi Metro From the series #desidillidarshan #yellowline #delhimetro #delhidiaries

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Love speaks to me in different languages Like shy glances when seated across the room And stolen kisses taken in empty corridors Love speaks to me in different languages Sometimes I understand the verses Sometimes I don't get the words at all Love speaks to me in different languages Of short sighs and interrupted morning dreams Like sudden crashing of waves on a silent beach Love speaks to me in different languages I find omens in the skies and stars While strolling late night in Delhi parks Another one to the series #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #delhidiaries #delhigram #delhi #dilli

Love speaks to me in different languages Like shy glances when seated across the room And stolen kisses taken in empty corridors Love speaks to me in different languages Sometimes I understand the verses Sometimes I don't get the words at all Love speaks to me in different languages Of short sighs and interrupted morning dreams Like sudden crashing of waves on a silent beach Love speaks to me in different languages I find omens in the skies and stars While strolling late night in Delhi parks Another one to the series #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #delhidiaries #delhigram #delhi #dilli

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"Where are you from" is trigger question for me. It triggers a flood full of memories of being different versions of me. When traveling outside Delhi, a simple one word answer "Delhi" is almost always sufficient. But when I want to tell people of Delhi, how I from the city, I chose different answers. If I was in North/North West Delhi like Jahangirpuri or Kamla Nagar, I tell them I was bought up in Model Town/Priyadarshini Vihar and Rohini. When I am in Central Delhi, I relish about my Nani house memories from Daryaganj. When I was in Okhla, I talk about being born in Saket and also about living in Malviya Nagar/Green Park since last 2 years. On a rare occasion that I am in Gurgaon, I brag about my South Delhi pincode and being neighbours with Big B. It's beautiful how one person is an amalgamation of so many places and their experience. It is equally ironic that I feel out of place in most places in Delhi. Except when I am in a cab, constantly moving and picking up pieces of this city, just enough to relate but never enough to belong. #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #delhi #delhidiaries #dilli

"Where are you from" is trigger question for me. It triggers a flood full of memories of being different versions of me. When traveling outside Delhi, a simple one word answer "Delhi" is almost always sufficient. But when I want to tell people of Delhi, how I from the city, I chose different answers. If I was in North/North West Delhi like Jahangirpuri or Kamla Nagar, I tell them I was bought up in Model Town/Priyadarshini Vihar and Rohini. When I am in Central Delhi, I relish about my Nani house memories from Daryaganj. When I was in Okhla, I talk about being born in Saket and also about living in Malviya Nagar/Green Park since last 2 years. On a rare occasion that I am in Gurgaon, I brag about my South Delhi pincode and being neighbours with Big B. It's beautiful how one person is an amalgamation of so many places and their experience. It is equally ironic that I feel out of place in most places in Delhi. Except when I am in a cab, constantly moving and picking up pieces of this city, just enough to relate but never enough to belong. #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #delhi #delhidiaries #dilli

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I miss the peace and the quiet of the hills in the city. When people call it a day as the sun sets And watch the last rays of light dissolve into the dark infinity. I miss watching the sunset in the city. Remember, how the breeze carries voices from near and far You'd wish your favourite voice had a face in vicinity I miss being heard in the city. When you close your eyes to imagine being in a happy place My eyes limits my imagination in the city Maybe that's why I miss the peace and the quiet of the hills in the city. Read all by clicking #welcometomycity #desidillidarshan #lifeinametro #hills #peaceful #paidstory

I miss the peace and the quiet of the hills in the city. When people call it a day as the sun sets And watch the last rays of light dissolve into the dark infinity. I miss watching the sunset in the city. Remember, how the breeze carries voices from near and far You'd wish your favourite voice had a face in vicinity I miss being heard in the city. When you close your eyes to imagine being in a happy place My eyes limits my imagination in the city Maybe that's why I miss the peace and the quiet of the hills in the city. Read all by clicking #welcometomycity #desidillidarshan #lifeinametro #hills #peaceful #paidstory

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Falling in love with Delhi Is like learning to drink You start illogically But if you spend enough time It becomes A constant element of your blood Read all in the series #desidillidarshan #delhi #delhidiaries #dilli #welcometomycity #mycity

Falling in love with Delhi Is like learning to drink You start illogically But if you spend enough time It becomes A constant element of your blood Read all in the series #desidillidarshan #delhi #delhidiaries #dilli #welcometomycity #mycity

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Delhi after 10 pm Is a different kinda beauty You have to keep your eyes open To appreciate its beauty The riders change lanes Trying to rush home If you follow the North star You wouldn't find yourself alone The streets are deserted Even strays stay out of sight The trees lazily droop over The dim lit street lights Delhi after 10 pm Is oddly quiet and spooky But when if you keep your eyes open You start to see its beauty Another one on my series #desidillidarshan #dilli #delhi #midnightthoughts #10pmthoughts #welcometomycity #paidstory

Delhi after 10 pm Is a different kinda beauty You have to keep your eyes open To appreciate its beauty The riders change lanes Trying to rush home If you follow the North star You wouldn't find yourself alone The streets are deserted Even strays stay out of sight The trees lazily droop over The dim lit street lights Delhi after 10 pm Is oddly quiet and spooky But when if you keep your eyes open You start to see its beauty Another one on my series #desidillidarshan #dilli #delhi #midnightthoughts #10pmthoughts #welcometomycity #paidstory

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I miss the winters in Delhi No, not when the city's smoggy But the mornings when it's cozy Sending up a chill in the leg hanging outside blanky While one stares at the window turned all foggy I miss the winters in Delhi Of course the long warm-water showers If one can really muster the power And as the day passes and temperature runs lower There's no shame in turning to bed to cower I miss the winters in Delhi Of dim lit roads and shady streets Littered with fallen dry leaves But that's what probably turns this city From summer's hell to dreamer's ditty #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #summerpoem #winter #summer #season

I miss the winters in Delhi No, not when the city's smoggy But the mornings when it's cozy Sending up a chill in the leg hanging outside blanky While one stares at the window turned all foggy I miss the winters in Delhi Of course the long warm-water showers If one can really muster the power And as the day passes and temperature runs lower There's no shame in turning to bed to cower I miss the winters in Delhi Of dim lit roads and shady streets Littered with fallen dry leaves But that's what probably turns this city From summer's hell to dreamer's ditty #desidillidarshan #welcometomycity #summerpoem #winter #summer #season

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Break free Of your undying tenacity Let go the unforgiving lies of the city Watch me show you How to fall in love with a sinful beauty Maybe it's not about you or me But the love you said We'll make all over the city #welcometomycity #mycity #citylove #delhi #desidillidarshan

Break free Of your undying tenacity Let go the unforgiving lies of the city Watch me show you How to fall in love with a sinful beauty Maybe it's not about you or me But the love you said We'll make all over the city #welcometomycity #mycity #citylove #delhi #desidillidarshan