'Ye Dilli Hai Meri Jaan'
From the land of Tehzeeb to the land of rashness, from the city of lip smacking chaat and succulent kebabs to the city of Dal Makhni, from the place where life still flows at ease to a place where there seems to be an illogical rush to leave the other person behind, Marriage changed my address from Lucknow to Delhi. The 'no culture' city was giving me huge cultural shock but dreamy eyed and without apparent realisation, dilli had embraced me and continue to do so.. What worked to fall in love with this city can't be described in one blog I guess! Probably it was the hot bread pakora with paneer filling which the modest shop at the corner used to sell, or the late night drives to India Gate to lick that softy and then lazing on the lawns or the drool worthy crumbling apple pie of the legendary Wenger's! However, the love story had (and still has) many deterrents too. What is also peculiar to Dilli is the neighbourhood Aunty who has advice for everything and anythin...