I reach Delhi

Last nigt was war. Desperation to sleep, 've to be up for the tomorrow and Insomnia. mother@#$%&! . this shit is more messed up than ever. Top that there was this Orphan passenger dude tryina sit in ma berth cuz aint got no where to go. As regulated an cool the temperature was inside the three tier a/c compartment, the scene was hilarious. Indian Transport :)

Spent almost twice the adrenaline waitin in eager. Fun part was the wait at New Delhi station. This porter, Hari ram, 15yrs in the station he spent portin the luggage of the passengers. I buy him tea while i buy myself some coffy. he accepts it humbly an decides to entertain me with information i needed.I strongly jest to myself that either he's bloody stoned, or its the stagnant pool of chaos at the station. He puts me at doubt by carryin my lug with effortless ease and unnecessary, protective Escort.

The New Delhi staion made me claustrophic. its so fuckin hot an sunny outside. I contemplate goin under my shades.

I reach my Guesthouse and meet Pandey the care taker and his wife. both of whom took down their extremely hostile faces and started smiling back after knowin the fact that I'm a doctor. he showed me around while i offer him a couple of smokes. he saves one for later and lit one up. he gets me this sweet tea his wife prepared and made sure I was comfortable.

His Delhi accent of hindi is unfailing and sweet. just like Lassi.
Wut the fuck is it so hot around here anyway

People are basically nice. an good. I begin to love Delhi already :)