The city is cooped up under the water. Hiding, waiting for the rain and waterlogging to go away. Punjabi prince, Delhi queen, the fruit seller, a beggar all run for cover. Cold cold water - relief for the city - 19 million or more ducking their heads. Time stops. It rains. Some hindi songs. Some silly people dance - get drenched. Many love. Some don't. I stop and think of all the people who forgot their umbrella, think of all the people going to the office on a motorcycle and those who holding a newspaper over their heads. Delhi sometimes you are special, you are not the city of smells anymore, you have turned into a Honkertown, full of freaks who's father got rich because he owned some land, some plot- who was here at the right time.
But this morning while shooting this I felt your heart. Thanks!