i’ll take the photographs,
will you pen it down?
We will bind them into a book
a book about an unseen delhi,
an unseen delhi only we’ve seen
It was a world of its own in her memories, It was a world of their own in her eyes.
I can hurt you the same way you hurt me, but i choose not to, because when you get hurt, it hurts me too. Probably it isn’t the same for you.
The forests in the City of Delhi are silent, secretive and deep. It’s a wilderness spread over the rocky hills and slopes hidden now in the thorny twigs and dense trees, touching edges with the lives and limits of a metropolis. It’s a giant cloud of green fragile beauty, an untamed surrounding. Close your eyes standing here for a while, and Delhi disappears in a whiff.