As majestic as New Delhi is with its strong history and lovely architecture, there was always this softness and innocence in its air like the crape jasmine that grew outside almost all the houses I knew!
I used to treat it with just as much importance as the fragrant white jasmine. I couldn't understand why mom wouldn't want to place that in front of God, or why the phoolwalas wouldn't sell this flower..
Maybe it was my childhood, but I loved the city and all the small and big things it had with all my heart!
For I Remember You..