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In love with the deceitful season.
[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]
There are a few things which are definitely not Delhi. Like a blue sky. However, each year just when the winter is dying and the summer is about to take over the city, there is a short spell of forgery. The sky turns to a shade of blue that’s a tad first-world-ish.
It was during such a season that I was walking in Sardar Patel Marg when I suddenly looked up at the sky. The earth shook. Delhi disappeared. Bye bye DTC buses, bye bye Jama Masjid, bye bye Connaught Place, bye bye Khan Market.
I was carried away to a metropolis of my dreams. A city where the air is fresh, the trees green, the clouds cottony. Where there are no beggars, no slums, no heat, no dust. Where the sky is forever blue.
However, such deceitful days never last long. Soon we'll have summers. And along with it - the sand storms, the power shortages, and the grey sky. We’ll be back in Delhi.
The fun starts now
That's blue, too
Isn't it beautiful?
Are we in Delhi?
Really, are we in Delhi?
Yes, this is Delhi
Just a slice
Hint of the sky
Look, the heaven is close
Kissing the sky