Don’t find much to write about in Delhi. Perhaps because it’s a city a know. An administrative city. People come here to work. Earn a living. A goal directed city. Nobody belongs to this teeming metropolis. Bursting at its seams. Where you are scared of putting your foot on what looks like the street as vehicles come honking from all possible directions with the sole purpose of crushing you into a pulp.
People in and around the hospital look resigned and sad. Throngs of people in Ill assorted clothes. The kind you wear when you take a long long bus from your village to get your child treated in India’s premium institution. I am reading more into it than I should. It’s probably not all that. All the sadness and resignation and parents sitting on sidewalks holding their babies and waiting and waiting.
Actually put on dark glasses and tried to close my ears. Head lowered. Hum a tune. Think about montreal. The trick is To not see.
Fantastic academic setup. Parasite and NDM paradise. I participate. That’s good. And fun.
Not a good post. Will not like it in retrospect. Sorry
People in and around the hospital look resigned and sad. Throngs of people in Ill assorted clothes. The kind you wear when you take a long long bus from your village to get your child treated in India’s premium institution. I am reading more into it than I should. It’s probably not all that. All the sadness and resignation and parents sitting on sidewalks holding their babies and waiting and waiting.
Actually put on dark glasses and tried to close my ears. Head lowered. Hum a tune. Think about montreal. The trick is To not see.
Fantastic academic setup. Parasite and NDM paradise. I participate. That’s good. And fun.
Not a good post. Will not like it in retrospect. Sorry
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