Yellow leaves falling off trees, broad tree lined avenues, morning chill and evening run, stars peeking through the trees when you lie down on the terrace. I am back. Dilli.

There is much to be said about Delhi, often a lot is and well there are quite a few valid acerbic comments that I get to read. But it's home, it's got food I like, it's a place I can figure out roads without having to ask strangers, it's a place where my ID works, where I know how to get things done, where friends stay, where gardens exist. And I might be here only for a bit. And I might as well, enjoy it to the hilt.