14 hours of this train journey brought me to Delhi. A subtle fear of deception and misogyny dawned in me as soon as I stepped out of the train. The city always gave me a chill down my spine. This was thanks to media exposure, my limited experience of travelling solo and a conservative cum balanced approach towards any situation. I think, the last attribute is very Southern as it has always helped me strike a balance with my impulses. My instincts made me view and judge men in the station with suspicion, right from the coolies in the station to the pro-active few who offered to help me. I assumed, my rigid body language and an expression of unfamiliarity, were enough for the locals to approach me. However, I was determined to act exactly in the reverse of what people came up with and decided not to resort to the comfort of a coolie carrying my back-pack. I chose to wait for my cab which showed a waiting time of 20 minutes. My jaws dropped along with sweat & saliva! Almost on the verge of succumbing to public suggestions & the dry heat, I saw a number plate at a distance which resembled the number displayed in the Cab-app on my mobile phone. I heaved a deep sigh of relief, pretty much dumped myself & the back pack in the cab and set off for Vasant Kunj to stay for a day with my extended family.
The city seemed