The air is hot, humid and dusty.
The fear while riding with a crazy rickshaw driver always sits with me.
It isn’t like Los Angeles or New York City.
It isn’t remotely clean or urban and chic.
The sound of vendors yelling prices of freshly picked fruit.
The smell of spicy roadside food brings my stomach utter delight.
People, animals, and food carts are always insight.
Stop lights are only used as decorations to the vibrant streets.
Sadly, the ancient forts of Old Delhi are often overlooked
while hotels and malls are where people are hooked.
For some, it may not be an ideal vacation spot
but it holds a special place in my heart.