Delhi smells like chlorine and dust. Like summer beside the swimming pool.
It feels ancient, yet childlike. The massive trees lining motorways and roads, the battered auto-rickshaws, the thin stray dogs, street vendors, makeshift huts and women in bright saris. There is a constant fog in the air, not all unpleasant as it makes the city seem suspended in a dreamy, mirage-like state. The tops of skyscrapers dissolve into the air, the sun sifts through a grey cloud and burns orange and hazy.
Yet, it isn't as chaotic as I expected it to be. It feels hectic, but manageable. When you enter some of the serene, beautiful green areas it seems fake, because if you peek over to the other side of the wall you will see trash and bare earth. Contrasts are vivid and I am yet to make up my mind as to how to take it all.
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