I am barely five days short of completing six months of having moved to New Delhi. And the city has grown on me. I won’t go to the extent of saying that I love it. . .yet! But it does remind me of home. And in spite of the harsh weather, I feel comfortable. Well, more or less.
I could do with more decent conduct in general, fewer ogling men, better public transportation, more safety for women, more disciplined traffic, cleaner roads, less show-off, fewer cheats and broader mindsets. But, I still like the city. It is like a treasure to be explored. I have not been too adventurous in my six months here. Partly because of the weather, and partly because of my health. But I have enjoyed capturing pictures of this city, even as I have rambled lazily over weekends.
This is the entrance to a wedding ceremony in the neighborhood.
This is a government official’s bunglow hidden by the trees in his lawn.
This is our Red Fort.
This is the colorful Meena Bazaar inside the Red Fort.
This is a structure inside the Red Fort premises.
This is my tea in the restaurant in the Red Fort premises.
The inspiration for this post is my conversation with Anu yesterday, who remarked that many people, especially people here, do not write a lot about the place they live in. Six months in this city did deserve a post from me!