I’m here. I’m here, too. And me.
Make way, coming through. Not so close!
The car horns of Delhi talk nonstop.
Everyone calls their position to everyone else.
Sonar for wheels.
Have you eaten? What will you eat? What do you like?
Have some more. You’ve hardly touched a thing. Tea?
Dilliwalas feed you nonstop.
Giving is love. Feeding devotion.
Offering offerings.
I’m here. I’m here, too. And me.
Ready? Ready. Ready. Go!
The small birds of Delhi chirp nonstop.
Trees of riotous sound. Then they scatter.
Murmurations, the city’s pulse.
Delhi is a conversation.
Delhi is multiple conversations
All at once.
Delhi talks to you.