Delhi puts me of in a way no other city ever did. Perhaps it's its history; perhaps it's the sights and smells of delhi streets, the food, the picteresque delhi university area, or the breathtaking mughal architecture; but then, these aren't. These are reasons to love, not to hate.



It's its people, rather their passion that puts me off. Give me a break, all ye delhi folks, and grow up. That includes you and a few people from my past. It's a city. Write poems about it, love it, feel nostalgic and home-sick, talk about it, but then, stop when the person next to you can take no more.