This guy would be asleep if not for the 'enlightening' Delhi morning. Just the play of morning light gives so much to be beat about. Combine that with a nip in the morning air (which at the end of April is surprising), and an invisible wind stream winding its way through the streets and trees that brought that nip in the first place - some faraway rain manifesting itself in the city in such fashion. The late spring varieties are in bloom, and another of the tropical trees joins the rest in lining the roads with gold, giving the streets a warm hue, that fails to be any lesser striking every time I venture out.
For a Sunday morning, Delhi looked empty. People don't enjoy the morning culture in the capital city. Shank's friend, whom we met the other day, has come with the same impression. Though I yield to stepping out on rare occasions, one consistent protest of mine is the dearth of morning hangouts in Delhi. Nobody has the freaking clue to replicate a simple model.. For a cyclist, runner, motorbiker, or car cruiser, these make for the pitstop places, and are the infrastructural demand. I remember Bombay - the periphery of parks dominated by juice(jyus)/vada-pav/idli-dosa/sweet-corn vendors; they make for some eagerness one has stepping out on the mornings; they probably have a symbiotic effect, in that the vendors pull crowds which pull more vendors.
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