My Delhi Love Affair

Delhi will always be home to me. Even though I have spent most of my adult life outside of Delhi the thought of coming back to this incredible city, to my great friends and to the familiarity of family, is priceless.

I remember coming home for breaks while I was in boarding school. An overpowering, yet calming feeling would swallow me up as the wheels of the airplane touched the tarmac.

Maybe there’s something in the air in Delhi. For the past two and half years I have kept Delhi my base and I have to admit, I finally understand how deep my friendship truly is with this remarkable city.

My favorite memories of Delhi are from the late 80’s and the early 90’s. I view my childhood with sepia-toned glasses, like something out of Jean Pierre Jeunet film.  There is no place quite like Delhi. At once steeped in history, yet striving toward the future. With its beautiful boulevards in Lutyens’ Delhi, to its cramped yet charming hidden gems in Hauz Khas village to the endless intricate labyrinths in Chandini Chowk.

It’s a true vibrant city – versatile, complex and full of flavor. Maybe that’s why people migrate from all corners of the earth, trying to get a bite of this tasty and delightful je ne sais quoi.

Delhi is bursting with an unbelievable zest for life in the world of fashion, design, architecture, food, art and lifestyle. There are places I frequent again and again and constant new discoveries that keep Delhi fresh for me.

Like much of India, it’s a city filled with contrast and contradiction. And when it gets difficult, as cities can get, it somehow reveals its beauty in the next breath. As I contemplate leaving for the next phase of my life, I realize that with all its edges and its softness, ultimately it’s home to me.

By Republic of Brown contributor, Devina Vadera

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