*originals*
Standing here at the Rajiv Chowk Metro station, Delhi has astoundingly taken me into it's clenches and I have fallen completely for it. As I enter the station after the security check, it is 10:24 pm and it is as if the world around me has taken up a fast forward mode. Or maybe I have gone into slow motion. Or both. But all I know is that everything is running around me too fast. It is queer, scary, and it is fervent. Whatever I am witnessing right now is anything but explainable. So many colours. So many moves. So many attitudes. So many lives. And among all the hustle-bustle, an unaware, unpolished, coy, me. I am trembling, shaking, unstable. The bottle of Sprite I am holding is slowly slipping away, I realize yet I don't. It is too intense, what I experience. Like a hasty hailstorm in an effortless drizzle. Like a desperate fall in a creamy ride. Like a sudden break of tranquility. Like an acute feeling of insecurity. Like... Like... Like love. Love! Yes, that's what it exactly feels like. The same restlessness. The same heart intrusion. The same incomprehensible intrigue. And the same magic. That's what Dilli does to you. Slowly it shows you all it's highs and lows and arete and flaw. And then makes you fall for it, even the flaws. And it does this to all of us, I'm not Dilli's special guest, we all are. Dilli's targets. Whoremongers visiting a whore - Dilli. For Dilli is a bloody whore, allures and awakes the devil inside of everyone and keeps that devil alive. And it's incredible how you fall in love with an abundance of evil, a dearth of love.
-Sahej \m/
14.05.14
Standing here at the Rajiv Chowk Metro station, Delhi has astoundingly taken me into it's clenches and I have fallen completely for it. As I enter the station after the security check, it is 10:24 pm and it is as if the world around me has taken up a fast forward mode. Or maybe I have gone into slow motion. Or both. But all I know is that everything is running around me too fast. It is queer, scary, and it is fervent. Whatever I am witnessing right now is anything but explainable. So many colours. So many moves. So many attitudes. So many lives. And among all the hustle-bustle, an unaware, unpolished, coy, me. I am trembling, shaking, unstable. The bottle of Sprite I am holding is slowly slipping away, I realize yet I don't. It is too intense, what I experience. Like a hasty hailstorm in an effortless drizzle. Like a desperate fall in a creamy ride. Like a sudden break of tranquility. Like an acute feeling of insecurity. Like... Like... Like love. Love! Yes, that's what it exactly feels like. The same restlessness. The same heart intrusion. The same incomprehensible intrigue. And the same magic. That's what Dilli does to you. Slowly it shows you all it's highs and lows and arete and flaw. And then makes you fall for it, even the flaws. And it does this to all of us, I'm not Dilli's special guest, we all are. Dilli's targets. Whoremongers visiting a whore - Dilli. For Dilli is a bloody whore, allures and awakes the devil inside of everyone and keeps that devil alive. And it's incredible how you fall in love with an abundance of evil, a dearth of love.
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| Photo - Colours of a Metro Credits - Abhay Kumar K |
-Sahej \m/
14.05.14
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