The Delhi Metro was once my literary escape. Crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with commuters, I would steal moments to devour books. The rhythmic rumble of the train, the murmur of conversations, the symphony of the city – it all blended into a comforting background score for my reading sessions. Each stolen page was a victory, a brief immersion into another world amidst the urban chaos. It was a simple pleasure, yet one that resonated deeply.
Making sense of this world