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It was a cold December of 2019 and I had just arrived in Delhi for some work-related meeting from Bangalore.  Having hopped a lot of cities in life for work, I was a newbie in Bangalore too, having shifted there just a couple of months back. My nomadic heart belonged to absolutely no city in particular. Any person who lived for two years in Gurgaon would feel like Delhi was home for them when they'd arrive from the Southern Capital of India, but for me, having lived in Gurgaon but not really roamed a lot, Delhi was still as alien as Bangalore - another new place where I was completely alone despite the crowds all around. I had arrived in the late evening, having boarded the flight after work-hours at around 7pm. Delhi air was chillier and foggier than I had thought, and I thanked my charts for having picked a long pink sweater to wear that evening on top of my regular white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I wrapped my hands around myself as much as I could to avoid feeling so cold. I