The Day a Road Shook Me - A Glimpse of the Other Delhi

 It was the beginning of summer - the month of May. 🌞

My exams were going on, and I was following my usual daily route when I got stuck in a traffic jam🚙. Nothing new. Except... this time, I paused to see.

On the side of the road, there was a heap of garbage swarming with flies. The stench, the heat, and the sight - it made me feel sick. Not because it was the first time I saw something like this, but because...it wasn't.

Since the day I came to Delhi, I've seen things that stayed with me like quiet scars.😔 

A cow walking with a heavy iron collar around its neck.

A cow desperately chewing on electric wires - maybe out of hunger.

A cow sitting atop a pile of garbage, its body covered with flies.

Stray dogs lying on hot footpaths, too hungry and exhausted to move.

At first, I felt sad. Now...it feels normal. Because what can I do? I'm just a student. I don't have the money or power to fix it all. And honestly, isn't that supposed to be common sense? Not throwing trash around, not ignoring starving animals?

But NO ONE CARES.

The streets near where I live are so narrow and broken that I've almost had two serious accidents.

Once, my e-rikshaw almost flipped into a pothole -  I could've fallen, if not for an uncle nearby who helped us. 

That day I was shaken - not just physically, but mentally. Because this is also Delhi. Not the city of cafes, malls, and metro rides... but of broken roads, buzzing flies, and silent pain.

This post is not a protest. It's not a solution. It's just...a voice. Mine.

Of a girl who walks these streets every day. And sees two Delhis. One that glitters, and one that bleeds.

"Maybe I can't change an entire city. But I can write the truth - and give it a space to breathe."✍

This blog is that space.