#delhiites

[weeedmannn]

First winter fog- when familiar paths fade, and the morning learns the art of mystery..

It's all foggy .....foggy.......

Just Wow...Wow...Vibes..🎉🎊😊😊✨✨✨

[thepersonalwords]

I was never fond of this boyfriend-girlfriend game. Outsmart me, make me feel challenged and I can walk with you forever but to act like love smitten puppies in love is not my thing.

Parul Wadhwa, The Masquerade

[intelligentliving]

Delhiites Life Expectancy Cut Short 17 Years Due To Air Pollution

Delhi, India is enveloped in emergency levels of smog so bad the residents are losing up to 17 years of life just by breathing the city's toxic air.

[spadelhi85]

#massage experts #oilmassage #aromatherapy #bodytobodyseries #delhiites #delhiwale (at Rohini, Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCKsDdWpFNtV_RtLqc6yubZRuyXU6um8Dqa9pg0/?igshid=pmgwunowwk27

[weeedmannn]

The October's Autumn rain and then a sudden temperature drop.... With Cold breeze....

Delhi's winter is coming soon.....

[weeedmannn]

and then we never talked again.......

[weeedmannn]

Again, Zohran Mamdani Shows His Real Face of terror and terrorism supporter.

He wrote a sympathy letter to Delhi riots conspirator Umar Khalid, (53 innocent delhite killed in 2022)

Once again, Zohran Mamdani chose optics over justice.

He wrote a letter to Umar Khalid—an accused in the Delhi riots, where 53 innocent Delhiites were killed.

“We are thinking of you,” he wrote to Delhi riots conspirator Umar Khalid.

I am a Delhite. I lived those horrifying days.

I saw streets burn, families flee, and innocent Hindus among the victims of brutal mob violence during communal riots.

This wasn’t theory; it was terror at our doorstep.

Thinking of whom, exactly?

Not the dead. Not the widows. Not the city that bled.

Comfort for the accused, silence for the victims; this is selective morality masquerading as virtue.

Shame on Mamdani, Shame on his all Indian supporters...

Delhi remember.... Victims remember...

[weeedmannn]

What a beautiful morning✨🌿..

The mist holds yesterday in its quiet breath.

The sun rises gently, as if hope is learning to trust again.

Flowers open- not because it was easy,

but because it is their nature.

And life…

life keeps beginning, no matter what it has endured