To Delhi and Back...

Where do I start?

Do I talk about the debacle of Delhi or the magnificence of Rishikesh?

Do I talk about the noise and chaos or the near-spiritual tranquility?

Do I talk about the anguish and sadness or the euphoric joy-filled moments?

Do I talk about the chilly nights or the warm afternoons?

Do I talk about the bitter silences or the poignant heart-to-hearts?

Do I talk about the contrived or the accidental?

Do I talk about the terrifying incidents or the mad adrenalin-filled rushes of blood to the head?

Do I talk about the cowardice or the courage?

Do I talk about the cold shoulders or the warm hugs?

Do I talk about the distress or the comfort?

Do I talk about the bad? Do I talk about the good? Do I talk about my judgement of all things?

Where do I start?