In continuation to previous post, I bring to you the concluding part of #DelhiDiaries. Delhi now feels more or less like home. Because you know you are home when sleep cycle and poop cycle are not completely screwed up. Yeah, well, so I am gross, deal with it.
I also need to keep reminding myself that Delhi is a state and not a city. And it is the national capital. I have always had fascination with places which talk of power. Precisely why I enjoyed drive to Gandhinagar (before it became a little regular visit for work) because the place exudes power. Delhi is such place. It is a place where decisions are taken which can make or break the country. The parliament, the ministries’ offices have fascinated me. I cannot stop looking at the Tricolour every time I pass Connaught Place. So what if being born in the country was not my choice, I can still be in love with the country because despite all the flaws the country has to offer, it is still home.
Speaking of home, I went to the Red Fort. It is a fascinating complex. Not to forget the Tricolour (again) which flies high. The Mughals built it. Centuries ago. The fort has stood test of time. It has witnessed history. The Diwan-I-Aam and the Diwan-I-Khas, where important decisions were taken centuries ago. The stones and marbles on which the emperors who have shaped the history of India have walked on. Walking under the same dome does take you back in time. (Back when I used to live there and rule the country. What? You don’t believe me? As a Hindu, I believe in reincarnation and in one of my previous births, I was totally a Mughal Princess.)
And then there is the current centre of power. The Parliament and Ministries’ offices and other government buildings. The day it rained, we went to the India Gate. It was beautiful. The Amar Jawan Jyoti, makes you feel insignificant before the people who laid down their lives for the country. It takes courage to be so courageous. I don’t think I have that.
We walked all the way on the Rajpath, to Rashtrapati Bhawan. It was such a pleasant walk that for once, the journey was far more beautiful than the destination. (of course, President’s house is not my ultimate destination, I shall address the world when I become #WorldPresident from the roof of the Red Fort – history shall repeat itself, minions.)
The entire stretch of roads is dotted with people selling street food, which didn’t sound like a good idea on the day it was raining. Let us just say, it was a lovely, lovely day. :-)
Speaking of street food, went to Chandni Chowk the day we went to Red Fort. Paranthewali Gali. Dilli, who the fuck deep fries their paranthas? Having said that, rabri parantha were delicious. I think I want to have one more plate of rabri here in Delhi before I go back home tomorrow.
Yes, I go back home tomorrow. I had no agenda when I came here. It has been one of the strangest decisions of my life, but then, if not now, then when? If not now, then never.
I am glad I did. I am extremely thankful to all those who gave me their time. I shall forever be indebted towards you. I am not writing any names here only because I don’t want to miss out on anyone. I tend to be forgetful and it would be just wrong to leave even one person out.
Thank you so much for making me feel at home in fascinatingly wonderful place which now feels like home.
Until next time,