December 2024
Xavi, Marta and I landed in Delhi with the simplest plan: to get lost. An intense, noisy trip, full of life.
Between honking horns, colours and temples, the city welcomed us with the most fascinating kind of chaos imaginable.
Delhi is also its past. Among gardens, columns and domes, every corner reminds you that this city has often been the centre of an empire. It’s a constant contrast — markets and mosques, luxury and dust, ancient temples beside modern buildings. A city that changes at every turn, yet somehow keeps its own steady rhythm.
Between the traffic, spice stalls, golden temples and colourful markets, Delhi leaves you with a thousand memories impossible to sort. A city lived with all five senses. At night, Delhi doesn’t sleep — food stalls stay open, tuk-tuks keep moving, and the streets glow in warm yellow light. Walking through that bustle feels like stepping into another version of the day.
The Bahá’í Lotus Temple was one of the most memorable visits. Its architecture is hypnotic — white petals that seem to float on water. Soft shapes, reflections, symmetry. Every angle feels like a perfect composition. A place that invites you to breathe, to stop for a moment, and simply be.
Near the river lies Majnu ka Tila, Delhi’s Tibetan quarter — a glimpse of the city’s cultural mosaic. Small shops, temples and cafés where life moves slowly. Bells ring everywhere, and the air is filled with the scent of incense and tea.
