And I thought I had fallen out of love with this city. I am sorry, Delhi. It’s hard to let go off you. My first love. I am made of your dust. I owe you my thirst for life. Let’s call it even. You win. I give up..I still love you!
Shivi
An astute business and technology enabler, an opinionated writer, an avid reader, a creative cook, a hopeless coffee lover, a light traveler, a loving wife, and a silly mother
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