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Okay so this is going to sound like one of those Delhi bad Bengaluru good posts. It's not. Bear with me.

I'm from Rohini. Born and raised. The kind of guy who'd get into stupid arguments at college with south indian kids about which city was real India. My whole thing was that Delhi has soul, yaar.

I meant it. Genuinely.

Then work happened. Three months in Bengaluru, March to June. I packed rajma chawal masala in my bag like I was going to a war zone. Told everyone I'd be back counting days.

The window thing (Week 2)

I was in a PG in Koramangala. Nothing special. One morning I woke up and realized the window had been open all night. Just open. I hadn't thought about it once.

That sounds like nothing. But if you're from Delhi you know. You don't leave windows open. Not in winter, not when the AQI is doing what it does. It's just not a thing you do.

And then I noticed something else. I hadn't cleared my throat that morning. Or the morning before. In Delhi that's just it's part of waking up, you know? Your body's way of saying okay we made it through another night in this city.

I checked AQI out of curiosity 70. I actually laughed out loud 194 in Delhi.

The 11pm thing (Week 5)

Colleague asked if I wanted to grab dinner. 11:15 at night. Walk, he said, it's close.

I said how far, already calculating whether Rapido made more sense.

He just looked at me. "Ten minutes bhai, relax."

We walked. Footpath was lit properly. Restaurants still open. A couple sitting on a bench. Some uncle walking his dog. Normal stuff.

And somewhere halfway there I realized I hadn't checked. I hadn't clocked who was standing where, which side had more streetlights, whether I should have my phone in my pocket or my hand. In my own Rohini colony after 10pm I do all of that automatically. I didn't even know I was doing it until I wasn't doing it.

Not saying Bengaluru is safe utopia. I know it has its own issues. But that particular thing that low level background hum of alertness I didn't need it there. And putting it down felt weird. Like taking off a backpack you'd forgotten you were wearing.

Coming back

Landed at IGI on a Sunday. June heat, the kind that hits you like a wall the second you step out.

By the Rohini flyover I could already see it that brownish-yellow tint on the horizon that Delhi people have just accepted as sky. An auto guy tried to charge me ₹200 extra. When I said no he got personal about it. Some guy cut across three lanes on the highway and not a single person reacted because obviously, why would they.

I was home. And I felt genuinely warmth. Like actual love for the place. This city made me. Everything fast and loud and a little aggressive about me, that's Delhi. I know how to argue, I know how to negotiate, I can read a room at 2am in a way that I genuinely don't think Bengaluru-raised people can.

But I also noticed, for the first time in 28 years of living here that I was holding my breath a little. Not stress, not anxiety. Just. Physically. My chest doing a thing it apparently always does here and I'd never noticed.

I'm not moving. Family is here, whole life is here. And I'm not writing this to dunk on Delhi honestly there are enough posts doing that.

I'm writing this because something shifted and I don't totally know what to do with it.

I think for a long time I defended this city because I loved it. I still do. But somewhere along the way I stopped being able to tell the difference between *loving a place* and just being *loyal to its problems*. Like they'd fused together into the same feeling and I'd never examined it.

The chaos used to feel like energy. Sometimes it still does.

But some mornings I open my window, feel that little catch in my throat, and think, yaar, we've normalized so much. We've normalized it so completely that we rebranded it as personality.

Anyway. Didn't know where else to put this.

TL;DR: Rohini guy. Three months in Bengaluru for work. Didn't miss the pollution or the post 10pm streetscanning or the morning throat situation. Came back and felt love for Delhi and also saw it clearly for the first time. Both things at once. It's a weird feeling.