In April 2023, I embarked on a new chapter in Dubai, leaving behind the city that had cradled my journey for most of my life — New Delhi. A city I was born in, growing and evolving as I did, weaving memories into the fabric of my existence. This city is a paradox of emotions, a haven of treasures, and a canvas painted with hues of nostalgia.
Having witnessed minor showers in Dubai — what we Delhiites would call the onset of the monsoon season, I was instantly engulfed with memories and a rush of emotions that define my connection to Delhi. The raindrops, like whispers from my past. And so, on a hot Sunday evening, I write a few things I miss about Delhi, while sipping my Zaafran tea in Dubai.