I returned to Delhi on March 2 after more than a year. Delhi is at its best in February and early March with flowers blooming in every rou...
I returned to Delhi on March 2 after more than a year.
Delhi is at its best in February and early March with flowers blooming in every roundabout and the Rashtrapati Bhawan opens the Mughal Gardens to the public for a month.
But it was a very different Delhi I was going back to.
Waiting for us at the airport was Amarjeet, our taxi driver who has been there at our taxi stand for more than two decades. He announced that he had left the taxi stand in Moti Bagh because he could not afford the extra charges being demanded by the taxi stand owner after the lockdown. Amarjeet said he had returned to his village and had come from Punjab just to be with us for ten days.
Amarjeet’s brother has been with the farmers protesting outside Delhi. The winter had been bitterly cold and now they were bracing themselves for the heat of the Delhi summer. The media had lost interest in covering what has been described by many as the biggest protest in human history.
Normally placid this time Amarjeet was seething with rage. He said he could not understand why this government was so determined on ruining the country, he said.
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