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With the monsoon skulking just a few miles away like that flaky friend who only visits when there’s drama, Delhi is once again preparing itself for its annual aquatic crisis—a few noble drops of rain that turn the capital into an Olympic-sized swimming pool… with traffic.
Every year, like clockwork or a broken clock that thinks it’s right twice a day, Delhi makes grand announcements about rain preparedness. Drains have been pre-emptively desilted (read: a polite way of saying someone peeped into a manhole and said, “Yup, it exists”). Roads have been “renovated”, which of course means they will now break more artistically when water touches them. And the civic authorities have installed more pumps—reportedly powered by hope, nostalgia, and leftover Diwali LEDs.
But it’s not all grim in the rain-soaked kingdom of chatpata chaos. There is something oddly beautiful about how Delhi morphs during the monsoon. Lutyens’ Delhi suddenly smells nostalgic and mossy, while autos pretend to be boats and honk for the right-of-way in canals once known as Ring Road. Street food vendors emerge in raincoats, flipping pakoras like superheroes in Marvel’s low-budget rainy spinoff. Chai sales skyrocket and everyone becomes a weather expert, because clearly, if Delhi can survive the summer, it can comment on barometric pressure.
The Delhi Metro becomes the Noah’s Ark of commuters, carrying the city’s soaked and disillusioned masses as they swap stories about wading through traffic lakes and meeting new aquatic species in their basements. It’s trauma bonding, Delhi-style. Meanwhile, WhatsApp groups start circulating photos of flooded AIIMS and a man kayaking near the India Gate—disclaimer: that man was not from Delhi, he just got very lost on a rafting trip.
But perhaps the most delightful side effect of the Delhi monsoon is how it unites us. It peels away the façade of cool and dignified Delhiites, exposing our true selves cursing potholes while holding broken umbrellas like gallant revolutionaries shouting, “Ab ki baar, waterproof footwear!”
So here’s to embracing the puddles, wearing floaties with pride, and laughing through the hatchback hydroplaning. Because if Delhi can give us melting summers and freezing winters, at least we deserve the shared monsoon madness. Just remember to carry an umbrella, some patience, and a paddle—just in case.
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