Delhi. It’s where I spent some of the best years of my life.
A thousand places in one; it’s where dreams are woven.
Where dreams are lived.
Where friends are made. And lost. And new ones found.
Where love happens.
Where friends become family.
Where maggi tastes best after bunking a class.
Where long walks lead to the ridge. [And monkeys scare you away!]
Where sitting alone in a coffee shop earns you free cookies.
Where the 2nd lane behind McD always takes you home.
Where it never rains for long.
Where ‘chikoo’ and ‘paan’ flavoured ice creams taste heavenly.
Where the greenery charms your senses.
Where winters mean steaming cups of coffee at Arts Fac.
Where IPL bets always fail (Damn!)
Where cute yellow sippers get lost. And are found again :)
Where a ‘good day’ lasts forever.
Where a missed call denotes that the class has begun.
Where three aces spell money.
Where DUTA and DUSU ensure frequent holidays.
Where a game of LIFE makes your day.
Where December and Crossroads go hand in hand.
Where birthday cakes are rarely chocolate!
Where Ludo means endless hours of fun.
Where you can shop till you drop.
Where hot chocolate fudge makes you drool.
Where Saturday means a roll, momos and a movie.
Where a diva cannot shake a leg.
Where happiness comes in a packet of fun flips and costs five bucks.
And then again...it is also the place
where ‘puchkas’ taste nothing like they do in Calcutta (No. Not even remotely close).
Where hostel food does one of 3 things- it either tastes good or it looks good or neither (mostly the latter).
Where girls in frocks climb over walls.
Where ‘badaam’ is well....’mungfali’ (:-P)
Where frequent bomb scares occur the day before tests. And no, they don’t get cancelled :(
Where they don’t deliver pizza at India Gate!
Where there are lesser number of guys in your class than your marks in Macro(!)