The city is alive. It breathes, loves and hates even as you and I do the same. When I first gained my senses the city opened up to me. Forever are connected Delhi and I. I leave her now- my lover, my mother my wife, my mistress: MY CITY. The roads, the familiar landmarks and the reassuring presence of the city clings onto me, killing me a little by little as I let her go. The familiar embrace. It is now approaching an end. As the city and I go our separate paths, I try to burn her image on my mind. An image which is time proof and more than an image. But within my soul the city will dwell as I thrived within her once and forever I will- and this is a fucking promise-I will carry your shadow, my city, like it was my own.
