Teri-Meri Kahani Dilli Mein...

Delhi is not just famous for its historical monuments, chaats and broad roads. It has few secrets and few lies. Its rich history and culture can touch your soul and would transform you to a person you were never before. But amongst all these, Delhi is the city of love stories. You can find these simple and sweet love stories from the skimpy galis of dariba kalan to the broad roads of janpath. 

Love does not have any fixed definition. For some, it’s holding hands and walking bare foot on the green carpet of India Gate and for few, its finding solace in the unvoiced vibes of Lotus Temple.

The girl would never know why she inscribed the name of the guy all over on the benches of her college in north campus. And the guy would roam all over Dilli Haat to find a sweet gift for her. 

They would go and explore entire Hauz Khaas village, and would sit there between the ruins of Hauz Khaas and watch the lake of green water from above, together. 

She would be waiting for him outside the courtyard of Nizamuddin Auliya’s Dargah, while he prayed inside for her. She is busy listening to the qawwalis there, but she is lost in the magnificent view of Humayun Tomb.

‘You know something, Taj Mahal is the copy of Humayun Tomb?’ She would tell him, after all she has been the student of history. 

 ‘Oh really? Is it a temple?’ he joked. 

‘What do you mean?’ she’s getting angry.

‘Taj Mahal is a temple, don’t you know that history waali?’ he taunted her.

‘What? Are you crazy? That’s a myth, okay?’ she could slap him anytime now.

‘But…you don’t know any…..’ he tried to say something.

‘Don’t say anything now, okay!’ she walked away.

Few moments later, anger flew away as they started drowning in the lake of serenity at Humayun Tomb.

She would take him to National Museum and will tell him about everything in detail she sees there, and he could not do anything except listening. 

He keeps getting lost in the circles of Connaught Place, after all he is not from Delhi. And still he is in love with the city because she is from this city. He would buy her ice-creams from Keventers and she would share it with him. 

They walked together from Sarai Kale Khan and soon they are at DND flyover, she watched the red sun from there and it looked amazing just like the love she could see in the eyes of her man. 

‘….Kaun jaaye Zauq par, Dilli ki Galiyan chhod kar’ as she read him few poetries on Delhi, he looked at her intently and caressed her long tresses.

Love fumes keeps rising and heck, you don’t even realize it till it starts burning you. Even if you do not care, the so called Khaap panchayat would burn you alive. Delhi has many faces, it’s up to you which face you want to see. 

At last she could just say, 

‘Dil va Dilli dono agar hai kharaab, Par kuch lutf us ujde ghar mein bhi hain’

(Both heart and Delhi may have been worn out, but some little pleasures still remain in this ruined house)

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