My heart wanders to far-off places as it searches for inspiration. Inspiration... Found in each and every atom of this universe, yet so hard to find, so hard to locate. And to find the best, food-for-thought inspiration, you need to go out, get some fresh air, talk to children and adults alike. If you go out in the morning, you can't resist the night... Resting down on the wet grass with your eyes looking upwards towards the sky, the moon complimenting the whole sight like a pearl on your eye.
And that is where being a girl and living in Delhi comes in.
Nowhere can you find better inspiration than in Delhi. Culture rolls around here like colourful bangles on display. Traditions from all around the world migrate to this place for an enlightening extravaganza... All shattered because of a few reasons.
You are a girl? Don't leave the house after 7 pm, no, 6 pm. It''s dark you know (!). Don't wander off to mysterious places, and don't talk to strangers. ESPECIALLY don't talk to unknown men.
On the off-chance you do get the permission, and, anticipating, in want of inspiration from beyond the Earth, you lie down on the soft grass heavy with excitement, move your eyes to the sky, and search for at least one shiny spot, a star, all goes to no avail. The smoke and pollution has defeated the stars, after all. Nothing is visible.
So where the hell do we writers find our inspiration? The best scenarios or story-lines which will strike our mind will be of dystopian fantasies with the world covered in a thick layer of smog. We have enough of those, thanks.
Now, then. What exactly do we need for our dear old Delhi? A happy climax of a dystopian fantasy where all is well and the stars... The stars are in our favour.
And that is where being a girl and living in Delhi comes in.
Nowhere can you find better inspiration than in Delhi. Culture rolls around here like colourful bangles on display. Traditions from all around the world migrate to this place for an enlightening extravaganza... All shattered because of a few reasons.
You are a girl? Don't leave the house after 7 pm, no, 6 pm. It''s dark you know (!). Don't wander off to mysterious places, and don't talk to strangers. ESPECIALLY don't talk to unknown men.
On the off-chance you do get the permission, and, anticipating, in want of inspiration from beyond the Earth, you lie down on the soft grass heavy with excitement, move your eyes to the sky, and search for at least one shiny spot, a star, all goes to no avail. The smoke and pollution has defeated the stars, after all. Nothing is visible.
So where the hell do we writers find our inspiration? The best scenarios or story-lines which will strike our mind will be of dystopian fantasies with the world covered in a thick layer of smog. We have enough of those, thanks.
Now, then. What exactly do we need for our dear old Delhi? A happy climax of a dystopian fantasy where all is well and the stars... The stars are in our favour.
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