Note:- 1. You may skip this post if you are not familiar with Delhi.
2. The slide show is at the end of this post.
For me it is company that matters and not the place but hang on.. .. not here, not in this case. This place is different and every bit of it matters. Yes, Delhi.
I have spent a major chunk of my life in Delhi but have never enjoyed it as contentedly as I did a few days back. Perhaps the city was always taken for granted. After moving out of Delhi, I realized what and how much I missed it..
There is a saying in Hindi “Ghar ki murgi daal barabar”, near meaning would be “The things close to us are never valued”.
Off late, I have been frequenting Delhi quite often but always on short trips and on the run; can not even afford to travel by train which I love so much.
This time was no different, though the trip was a bit longer. In the midst of chaotic expected rites when I was on the verge of crashing down, DH joined me for a day on a Sunday, but poor guy had to wait till my meeting got over at 1:30 PM. Then we had around seven hours to relive our Delhi before his outbound flight.
The pilgrimage started with declining the offer of a car ride and taking the Delhi Metro which till this visit had eluded me.
Once we reached CP, we walked and walked and walked. Central Park, Palika bazaar, all the familiar blocks, Nirula’s, Mohan Singh place, CoffeeHome all looked so very own. There was a constant pleased smile on my face. 🙂
With sandals in my one hand and an orange bar in the other, I again walked the full length from Rajpath to India Gate feeling the crisp green grass under my feet, enjoying the boat club and brass band of ITBPF which was playing Hindi songs.
Blooming February flowers, balloons, school kids, foreigners, kulfis and ice creams .. It was a day to savour and cherish.
During this heavenly break, all the irresistible mouth-watering typical Delhi stuffs were tried starting with Chole-Kulche. Slurrrrrp !!
I know I know, this all looks so obvious and boring but be out of the place for some months then let me know.
Later, more familiar places were passed through like Gurudwara Bangla Sahib, Teen Murti, Chanakyapuri, Willington Crescent, Dhaula Kuan before ending the
pilgrimage that beautiful evening at Haat where some ethnic clothes and my favourite Punjabi juttis were damn lucky to become mine. Yes, you guessed it right, shopping time. 😀
Poor DH had no choice but to comply with my idea of fun.
OK, my pictures are waiting to say something for a while now.
The slide show is best viewed on full screen.
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