#this blog is going to be total lovesick trash from now on

We’re walking in sync, our hands touching gently where we keep them close to each other’s but not holding them yet. You’re not affected by the cold but I’m shivering, and your honest gaze and soft smile do the job my sweater couldn’t do: keep me warm.

I scruff my shoe at the wrappers that adorn the roads, glance at the walls that are caked black with dust, inhale the air that seems heavy with smoke, and I smile. I think, I’ve never found Delhi as beautiful as I did that day, with you.