This is the story of a 36-year old relationship with a city that has had many names in the past, but is known quite simply as Delhi today.
It is a city that has fascinated me for a long, long time.
It is a city that I have never lived in, but have visited it so many times that I have lost count.
And yet, it is a city, that I know very little about.
It is a city that sets off my respiratory allergies, if I stay for more than a day.
And yet, it is also a city that I want to live in for at least a year.
It is a city where diffused and clear memories and experiences are strung together in the same strand.
Like my first visit to Delhi in 1980.
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