The Delhi Chapter : Page 2

Up ahead in the distance, the city was approaching.

My first day in Delhi. My first drive.

Last October. Exactly a year back.

It was another rushed Monday.

I was sitting in a radio cab. My iPod was plugged in.
But it somehow never exactly managed to shut the world outside. 

Birds circled around in the sky, killing time. 

The drive seemed to take forever.

I was going from Gurgaon to meet my brother (who’d already spent about half a year in Delhi by then; doing his MBA from IMT Ghaziabad; living on campus).

We were to buy brunch together somewhere in Connaught Place (famously also called CP; a name I’d heard somewhere before), and then he promised to show me around (Janpath and India Gate and ‘tourist spots’ such like), considering I was to join work the very next day.

The sun was draped with a baby blue blanket. 

The road was coloured charcoal below.

Broad. Ironed out. Neat.

I suddenly seemed to feel like there was space in the world.

The streets were frequently punctuated with parks and trees, carbon sinks and enough green to drub any other city (in India) I’d ever visited before.

Cars at different signals, stood at loggerheads. Autos typically hooted around. The metro rail tied the entire city together. The people seemed bundled into their lives.

My car kept wheeling ahead.

And along with it (as it often tends to happen), my thoughts kept rolling out…