Eagerly waiting for the summers to come,because i really feel suffocated after wearing so much of clothes ,craving to wear crisp colorfull kurtas ,skirts and spaghetti tops and just want to experiment with thecool fabrics and what to say about Delhi's summer though it is scortching but i still love it.
somehow after staying three years in Delhi,i am so much in love with the place,that i take it as my second home.I have read thes line somewhere though i really dont remember from where that more then Janam Bhoomi,Karam Bhoomi matters,and for me Delhi is my karambhoomi.My second home Delhi is i can say,is full of life.I just love the hustel bustel of this place,it has everything in its lap the history as well as the present.One can see simultaneously the two different worlds like the chandnichowk presenting the old Delhi,the moment i enterd the chandnichowk,I felt like Harry Potter entering into a new world,people staring at you,also it seemed to me that so many ants are running at one log.But i must say the place really had the ancient aroma,and how can i forget to mention the legendry Jama Masjid a place with beautiful architecture,lots of tourists,and muslims praying but what fascinated me the most was the flocks of pigeons and the echo of Arzaan,though i dont understand it but i love the way it is being said.
For me it will be an endless journey to write about my Delhi.So for now I am haulting and will continue writing soon...............