(Published in First City magazine, October 2013. Last in the Dilliwali series, since First City shuts down after this issue.) Of all the moments in the year when we Dilliwaley concur emphatically upon the utter cruelty of Dilli’s weather, there is only one when we’re all ready to eat our words. It’s the moment when one fine morning, without clues, hints or warnings, the air begins to caress rather than slap, the skies gleam painterly, and the mysterious fragrance trailing each one of us is absolutely undeniable. It momentarily softens us all - stoic, hippo-skinned long-sufferers of a city with unbearable weather-emotions. It gives us the gift we never did expect from our cruel lover-city: a thoughtful surprise.
Season of the Senses
Season of the Senses
Season of the Senses
(Published in First City magazine, October 2013. Last in the Dilliwali series, since First City shuts down after this issue.) Of all the moments in the year when we Dilliwaley concur emphatically upon the utter cruelty of Dilli’s weather, there is only one when we’re all ready to eat our words. It’s the moment when one fine morning, without clues, hints or warnings, the air begins to caress rather than slap, the skies gleam painterly, and the mysterious fragrance trailing each one of us is absolutely undeniable. It momentarily softens us all - stoic, hippo-skinned long-sufferers of a city with unbearable weather-emotions. It gives us the gift we never did expect from our cruel lover-city: a thoughtful surprise.