My (mostly) unedited attempts at capturing the Qutub Minar from my trip to the city earlier this year.
Delhi is a peculiar place. It is everything, all at once. I’ve never seen a city with a character as varied as this one. Chaos and calm, DLF buildings and old world charm.
I love how almost no one who lives in Delhi is actually from Delhi but somehow anyone can call it their own. Is anyone visiting Delhi ever really a tourist? I felt like I’ve already lived several lives here. I probably know more about Delhi than the place I actually live in.
Looking at this post here you might assume I loved Delhi. No, I actually hated it. But that’s the thing about it. You can love it, you can hate it, but you can never ever forget it. I love it in a twisted way. Like, I hate it but I’m obsessed. I do not know how to put it into words, I am not a poet.