Driving into Delhi from the airport was a welcome break from the hectic-ness of Mumbai. The first thing I noticed was how green it was. Finding green in Mumbai is like looking for a needle in a haystack. While I have heard sentiments that Delhi is unsafe, uncomfortable, crazy etc., for me it was green, open and clean. It was everything that Mumbai seemed not to be. I never felt uncomfortable, just sat back and enjoyed. The street scene in old Delhi was familiar, but in the back of a cycle rickshaw, it seemed quiet compared to the back of an Mumbai autorickshaw. The day later brought the most incredible park I saw in India, in the middle of a neighborhood I would have loved to explore more. The park brought an hour of quiet and reflection, something I never would have imagined just the day before on my last day of work in Mumbai.
Maybe my view was skewed as a result of three and a half months in Mumbai, but to me Delhi seemed a place I could actually live, as opposed to the city that seemed to push me out. I would never give up the experience I had in Mumbai, but until I got to Delhi, I never thought that I would ever consider going back to live in India. May time and another trip will take off my rose-colored glasses, but my short time in Delhi changed my view of India.