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mentally I& #39;m here.
mentally I& #39;m here all the time.
mentally I& #39;m here and it& #39;s october around diwali and I& #39;m having coffee and finger chips while looking for network in my phone.
mentally I& #39;m at Jawahar Tikki all the time yaar
mentally I& #39;m having hazelnut coffee here with veg momos while I window shop some chappals from the dukaan next to it, wby
mentally I& #39;m attending the prestigious old world collegiate theatre festival here and waiting for the interval so I grab lemon tart from eatopia.
mentally I& #39;m here asking for some extra papad and kata pyaaz with my rajma chawal ffs don& #39;t disturb me
mentally I& #39;m attending this year& #39;s mayday at mayday bookstore and taking smoke breaks standing next to safdar studio& #39;s walls bragging about all the photobooks I got for 25 rupees. ofc mentally it& #39;s May 1. shhh, let me listen to Sanjay Rajoura thanks.
mentally Raju Da& #39;s tea stall still exists and I& #39;m having chai with bun maska waiting for this person with me to ask me if I want mishti doi from Kamala Sweets and if they could kiss me after that.
mentally I& #39;m at this stall outside Miranda House, getting myself a chhola kulcha role with extra gaajar ka achaar in it. bhaiyya ji is insisting I eat a plate instead but I& #39;m in a hurry, my mother& #39;s calling me home so a roll would be better.
mentally I& #39;m arguing with an auto waale bhaiyya jinka "meter kharaab hai" and I& #39;m continuously telling him, "aap sabke meter kharaab sawaari dekhte hi kaise hojaate hain?"
mentally I& #39;m waiting to get a table here so I can have some sabudana khichdi with iced tea. meanwhile I& #39;m going to explore the art gallery.
mentally I& #39;m at St. Stephen& #39;s auditorium cheering for my theatre society at an intercollegiate competition while doing nain mattakka with a curly haired boy from Stephen& #39;s.
mentally I& #39;m at my 5th bhatura and my pyaaz is over but my petu has all the space in the world for some lassi.
mentally I am still too broke to enter here.
mentally I& #39;m spotting couples unintentionally and feeling sad and lonely. but hey atleast I have khushnuma mausam and dilli ki sard hawa with me.
mentally I& #39;m waiting for my mother to buy me some books who& #39;s currently being lured into buying a massager, aloo masher, onion cutter, roti maker and she& #39;s going to buy them all.
mentally I& #39;m having 120 rupayye ke momos which come with ~ clear soup ~
mentally I& #39;ve just ordered myself a pineapple milkshake AND A STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE because why not.
mentally I& #39;m inside Palika looking for 100 rupayye ke sunglasses while 10 men ask me "madam tattoo karaoge?"
mentally I& #39;ve already spent 3 hours at Hari Piorko& #39;s basement buying chaipatti, ittar, windchimes, earrings, bags, bedcovers, cushion covers for this diwali.
mentally I& #39;m still not over Regal shutting down.
mentally I& #39;m having a blast laughing as I watch a satire on today& #39;s Indian politics at Akshara which will be followed by chai from outside ram manohar lohia, still & #39;willingdon& #39;for my nani.
mentally I& #39;m having sasta af quality food here and I plan to check out new stuff at atulyakala& #39;s stall after that.
mentally I& #39;m at the third floor of national gallery of modern art trying to recreate ~ kiss me between the paintings ~ but guard uncle jo beizzati karenge uske liye I& #39;m never mentally ready
mentally I& #39;m being photobombed by a stranger as i take my 75th selfie in the underground metro& #39;s window on my way to civil lines.
mentally, I& #39;m at charkha museum& #39;s roof, watching over dilli& #39;s shorrgull, traffic, people in love, people fighting on the road, all the classes - some too privileged to see anything, some too miserable to see anything. I& #39;m watching over my city which has made me think, and love.
mentally I& #39;m having this chai which apparently has ~ opium ~ which makes one addicted to it and that& #39;s how Sudama& #39;s business is on fire. ab inhein kaun bataye that opium is the warm gush in your heart that makes you have a hearty time as the sun comes down at north campus.
I& #39;m mentally here and kisi bhi lawaris vastu ko naa chhuein, usmein bomb ho sakta hai.
I& #39;m mentally at district centre, eating gola and spring rolls after wasting an hour at archies.
I& #39;m mentally here, getting my mobile& #39;s screen replaced for cheaper while my mother keeps on insisting we visit kalkaji and bhairon mandir so that my screen doesn& #39;t break the next time.
I& #39;m mentally here and not at all tempted to visit CCD which by the way is right next to it.
I& #39;m mentally eating 20 rupayye mein aloo ki sabzi and kachori.
mentally I& #39;m chilling at lal quila with my mother after we shopped from meena bazaar singing & #39;dilli sheher ka saara meena bazaar leke& #39; for the 58th time.
mentally I& #39;m at this platform at 19:11 with the entire sky in front of me and the announcement in the background.
mentally I& #39;m in a & #39;battery rickshaw& #39; dreading the trauma every speed breaker brings to my breasts but who doesn& #39;t like a 10 rupayye sawaari ride.
I& #39;m mentally here on a date.
mentally I& #39;m at the best library I& #39;ve ever been to in dilli, pretending to read books as my mother gets material photocopied.
mentally I& #39;m at Miranda House& #39;s auditorium, rehearsing on a regular day as I wait for it to get dark so I wrap myself in my shawl, and take a walk from MH to Vishwavidyalaya, listening to Rekha Bhardwaj.
mentally I& #39;m at daryaganj on a sunday and the book market still exists, and I& #39;m buying myself journals and comics that aren& #39;t otherwise available in India.
mentally I& #39;ve just ordered myself a tender coconut ice-cream and judged the person before me who ordered a chocochip because I& #39;m stupid and got more to learn.
I& #39;m mentally confused between all the blocks and their pandals and in the middle of calling the friend I& #39;ve lost somewhere while I bumped into another one as they begin with dhunuchi.
and lastly (maybe), mentally I& #39;m at that once in a year we get lucky Tivoli Garden wedding having tomato soup with bread crumbs in it and they have coal heaters everywhere so that sardiyon mein saree pehen& #39;ne par bhi thand na lagey.
mentally I& #39;m also having my 11th dhokla here.
mentally I& #39;m crossing these buildings at bhikaji cama place flyover
mentally I& #39;m pretending to be in gadar: ek prem katha in between all these trains while staring at the infrastructure of bhutan embassy.
