Dilli Heart: The Capital’s Endless Romance with the Delhi Metro

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Dilli Heart: The Capital’s Endless Romance with the Delhi Metro

Illustration: Akshita Monga

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hen I first spent time in Mumbai, a crucial but oft-repeated and hoary truth about the city became apparent to me. I realised how a city’s ethos was defined by the way its people travelled. In the case of this metropolis formed by the cobbling together of seven islands, that definition rested on the Mumbai local: the city’s beating heart, its pulsing aorta.

Most of our cities are clogged, like a maze of the mind more than that of geometry. Often the straightest lines are the hardest to traverse, because they liven time like no other thing, chisel away at whatever reservoir of patience we were born with. But the little joys of the collective commute, the sharing of lives and mutual hardships lend narrative to places best known for their gallingly unimpressive statistics.

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