I just returned from (a very short trip to) Delhi, so some of the places you described are fresh in my mind. There is something magical about strolling into a park and suddenly spotting a 15th century monument. Lovely essay!
Thanks, Rohan! I read the daak naam piece recently and guffawed a little too much (and remembered the time I found out my crush was called Bumba at home and let’s just say I didn’t have a crush on him anymore)
This is such a tender piece! I love how it flows from humming about growth to actual plant growth, to personal transformations like first-time nail appointments, and finally to the deeper growth that comes through friendship. The contrast between walking Delhi alone versus with Mehak really captures something true about cities - how they completely transform based on who we're experiencing them with. That detail about translating Marathi tourists' comments over butter chicken is especially charming.
I was on call with Mehak for about an hour yesterday cause I finally found good butter chicken in Goa and that’s one of the few things I will thank the Delhi influx for. One yap session with your best friend really makes things so much more bearable :)
I think it’s encouraged me to write a more fun piece next haha
I, speaking live rom Delhi where I am staying now, agree with the deserted roads in Delhi amidst the gorgeous houses. That is quite different from the vibe in Mumbai too which I prefer. And although not a butter chicken yet, the descrption of it with those garlic naans have got me to go for it this evening right away :)
For a post about walking around Delhi and eating butter chicken, this really touched my heart. Lovely.
Glad you liked it, Binu!
Excellent!
Thanks for reading, Amit! :)
I just returned from (a very short trip to) Delhi, so some of the places you described are fresh in my mind. There is something magical about strolling into a park and suddenly spotting a 15th century monument. Lovely essay!
Thanks, Rohan! I read the daak naam piece recently and guffawed a little too much (and remembered the time I found out my crush was called Bumba at home and let’s just say I didn’t have a crush on him anymore)
This is such a tender piece! I love how it flows from humming about growth to actual plant growth, to personal transformations like first-time nail appointments, and finally to the deeper growth that comes through friendship. The contrast between walking Delhi alone versus with Mehak really captures something true about cities - how they completely transform based on who we're experiencing them with. That detail about translating Marathi tourists' comments over butter chicken is especially charming.
I was on call with Mehak for about an hour yesterday cause I finally found good butter chicken in Goa and that’s one of the few things I will thank the Delhi influx for. One yap session with your best friend really makes things so much more bearable :)
I think it’s encouraged me to write a more fun piece next haha
I, speaking live rom Delhi where I am staying now, agree with the deserted roads in Delhi amidst the gorgeous houses. That is quite different from the vibe in Mumbai too which I prefer. And although not a butter chicken yet, the descrption of it with those garlic naans have got me to go for it this evening right away :)