Spring in New Delhi
It is March in New Delhi and the colorful festival of Holi has just gone by leaving its traces on people. This time of the year is when Delhi is at its most beautiful. I know many of us would argue that the winters in Delhi ought to get more of the limelight. But that would be stating the obvious. Spring in Delhi just dawns on people, it comes in ever so gently and makes its presence felt in a quiet way.
The flowers just seem to abound, the breeze carries the cool caress of winters mixed with a nice warm feeling. It's at such a time that all the Gulmohurs of this city and the pansies bloom away.
The main roads of Delhi - Lutyen's Delhi - Akbar Road, Shahjahan Road, Nehru Gardens, India Gate, the innumerable roundabouts are full of color. There are reds, yellows, greens of the grass and the trees, whites, oranges, the mad rush of the pink bougainvillea...its beautiful and wonderfully enthralling.
Waking up in the early mornings when the moon is still shining away and the sun is not yet out, the breeze is caressing, and the sound of the birds soft and almost like a whisper, it is then that one can discover Delhi in all its beauty on a beautiful Spring day.
No matter what people say about this city, about it being dirty and not friendly, this is home to a lot of us...that of course is another story.
This one is for celebrating the beauty of this city heightened by Spring. Though none of the poets have written about this waether in Delhi, nor do the tourist brochures talk about it in detail, I strongly belive that if Delhi's foggy winters can make you belive in romance, Delhi's colorful spring can just make you feel all the more hopeful and positive about love, life, and other mundane things.
The flowers just seem to abound, the breeze carries the cool caress of winters mixed with a nice warm feeling. It's at such a time that all the Gulmohurs of this city and the pansies bloom away.
The main roads of Delhi - Lutyen's Delhi - Akbar Road, Shahjahan Road, Nehru Gardens, India Gate, the innumerable roundabouts are full of color. There are reds, yellows, greens of the grass and the trees, whites, oranges, the mad rush of the pink bougainvillea...its beautiful and wonderfully enthralling.
Waking up in the early mornings when the moon is still shining away and the sun is not yet out, the breeze is caressing, and the sound of the birds soft and almost like a whisper, it is then that one can discover Delhi in all its beauty on a beautiful Spring day.
No matter what people say about this city, about it being dirty and not friendly, this is home to a lot of us...that of course is another story.
This one is for celebrating the beauty of this city heightened by Spring. Though none of the poets have written about this waether in Delhi, nor do the tourist brochures talk about it in detail, I strongly belive that if Delhi's foggy winters can make you belive in romance, Delhi's colorful spring can just make you feel all the more hopeful and positive about love, life, and other mundane things.
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I was just wondering what's the story behind your unique name - Blogeshna?
;)
As to Blogeshna, some mysteries need to be left as is...:-)