The Delhi Haryana border

15.10.2025

Somewhere around the Delhi-Haryana border, at around 6:30 PM, we hopped into an auto-rickshaw to complete a very sudden task. It had nothing to do with me, honestly — I just needed an excuse to stroll around the city, bored with the constant rounds of parks and that same old route from J Block to the church park.

Huda City Centre, the last station of the Yellow Line, always feels like a finish line. The whole crowd pours out, ready to dive into their corporate lives — or so I’ve observed and imagined. Some talk to their bosses on the metro, some ask about deadlines, while others are busy typing away on their laptops, trying to meet them. As someone still figuring life out, this constant world of calls and keyboards feels overwhelming. No one talks to the person beside them. Don’t worry, I’m guilty too — I wouldn’t start a conversation either. But I’d surely imagine one.

From Gate No. 1 of Huda City Centre, we booked an auto just as most people were zipping up their bags, sliding their chairs back in place, ready to head home. The sun was setting behind us, and fluorescent lights had just begun flickering across the newly-built infrastructure of this bustling technopolitan city. We stood on the quieter side of the road — the traffic lighter here for obvious reasons.

We reached our destination after figuring it out with Google Maps. Roamed around the unfamiliar area for a while, grabbed an ice cream, bought a water bottle — small things to keep ourselves going and hydrated.

Around 9–9:30 PM, we booked another auto to head back to the metro. It was easier to get a seat this time — being the starting station helps. I almost missed our stop, too lost in my songs, vibing in my own little world. I regretted not bringing a book along. We had assumed it wouldn’t take so much time. Finally reached home by around 10 30 p.m.