A letter for home.

Delhi is a city in India, and so yes, this letter is to a city. I hope you like this!

To Delhi,

Whenever somebody asks me about the best relationship I have been in or the place I refer to as home or just the city I get nostalgic for, I take your name. I often ask myself this: were you The One?

I was twelve when I shifted to India from Dubai. Now anyone who has seen you knows you are not the love-at-first-sight kind. It takes time and maybe even ages to fall in love with you. A month before I shifted, I came to you with my father to find an apartment, a school and maybe a reason to not leave Dubai. You gave us five. Overwhelming traffic, impolite people and horns so loud that I didn’t feel like listening to music for two days. But it is said that when you love someone, one reason to stay is enough. You gave us a beautiful society to stay in.

Just like any other heartbroken dude you might have come across, I lamented for Dubai for weeks. I spoke non-stop about the best things about the place I used to live in as a child. You would have grinned so hard if you possibly could. I remember very vividly that our affair started on my first day in an Indian school. Three girls walked up to me, shared my chips, and spoke to me for hours. I fell in love with you because of them.

Ever since that first day, you introduced me to pretty women and novels and parties. But here are the two things you gave me that I will forever be grateful for: my first heartbreak and poetry. I met the girl that would later promise me homemade cookies and personal stories and completely leave me in awe of her. I wrote poems with grammatical mistakes but a lot of love and short stories with tons of feelings just for this girl and that made me happy. She was way out of my league but exactly everything I would want. You have me things that made me ‘me’. How could I not call you home?

Delhi, I know I broke up with you abruptly and I miss you too, but I guess we weren’t meant to be. You’re still my home, though.

Write back to me someday?

A homesick me.

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Utsav Raj

Poets, madness and lies.

56 thoughts on “A letter for home.”

  1. Excellent. One day I’ll write something along the same lines to New York (where I don’t live anymore but where I was born and raised). I read something once that rang true. It said, “If you leave the place you love, you will do so at your own peril.” Yup. Thank you for this lovely ode to the place that will always hold a place in your heart.


  2. Loved the last part about the girl. Funny but I wrote a similar post to my hometown some time ago on my blog, was it last winter or something. Somit was interesting comparing how you did it and what your thoughts were. Hope Delhi writes back to you soon 😊


  3. This is lovely. I feel the same toward a little place in Maine that I have visited each year for the past 13 years…a place of pink stone slopes, rocky shores, frigid water, and acres and acres of woods interrupted only by weaving trails and chattering red squirrels. Whenever I arrive, I can’t believe I ever leave. When I must leave, I clutch the spirit of that place close to my heart…and a little jealously ❤


  4. Oh My God! This is like a mirror for me. Because I shifted to Delhi when 8 and yep it’s NOT a love at first sight, more like run. But I guess if you have to find poetry nowhere better than Delhi because it has a knack for subtlety and emotion in its seasons. And it gives the best heartbreaks you could wish for. It’s a hate and love relation.


  5. I am awestruck by the way you have written a letter to your home city, it is beautiful and refreshing, also very poetic!!


  6. I have been living in Delhi for the past 19 years and have yet not found a single reason to love it. It’s just an overcrowded, polluted and mean city.


    1. I think it’s the distance and memories that makes it beautiful for me. I know what you see, though. I saw that too. Living in Delhi for 19 years is a long time, though.


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