Denizen Dreams~

Dearest Delhi,

Have I ever told how much in love with you I am… I fear, I may not have been expressive enough. This, here, is an attempt to present my heart to you on a platter. It may not be made of gold, nor of silver, but it certainly is a hundred per cent genuine one. I do care, please do understand my plight. I may be far far away but this is no pleasant Neverland. I have come to realise that distance does make the heart grow fonder. Quite a bit. I have never felt as proud of you as I do today. You have emerged from the muck and the slush and it’s a victorious upcoming. You have done us all proud. Big tym. I am not the only one. The tears of joy I see around me, remind me of the attachment that none but a true land can bring. I appreciate, I sincerely do, for bringing such exhilarating feelings in me. You have shown me that failures are the stepping stones to success, however tricky their layout may be. I may not have been your favourite Denizen but you have certainly been my favourite land. From the rickshaws in ChandniChowk to the embassies in ChankyaPuri, you fill me with utmost delight. Your beauty compares to none. You are beyond brilliance. You are the one. Precious is the day when I stepped on your glorious sand. You may not have a beach, nor the mighty mountains, but you have the Yamuna and the Aravalli hills end with thee. You are the capital of not just the nation but my fickle heart. I have tasted your yummiest delicacies, I have enjoyed your extreme weather. Your mood swings might have brought out the worst in you but they brought out the best in me. In the pyramid of time may your glories never go unsung. May you continue being the muse that, for generations past, you have been. I love you for what you have been. I love you for what you are. I love you for what you shall be.

Yours truly