Oh, precious, welcome to Delhi-Hills (us)! Let me tell ya, yesss… it's a wild, twisty maze.
I live here, I do, and I loves masseurin'.

The town is quirky, like "Melancholia" vibes.

We hates it when chaos reigns, yesss!
Streets buzz, like Kiran St, busy, noisy.

Hauz Gully twists, sly and secretive.

Old brick walls, crumbling in the wind.
Down by Sunder Park, trees whisper sorrow.

Rivers murmur low—like "the end nears."

I stroll by, feel our heartache, yes precious.
Big market’s chaos, so vibrant, so mad!

Flea stalls and food carts everywhere.

I work massaging stressed souls, oh yes,

Noticing tiny pains, hidden sadness!
A quirky alley, near Misty Lane – boom!

I found a spot that calms me.

Local tea shop on Dholak Rd, magical!

Sips tea, muses on lost time…
I remember days; oh, we cried.

Gollum style, we laughs then "me precious"

I spills my feelings like broken dreams.
I be erratic, raw, so hurried,

Srry, too many typos: flahs, thnk, whr, luv, hapy, wer, too, merr, bad, dint, neva, won, stk, brkn, lfe, nss…

Each moment tastes turbulent, bittersweet, real.
So, friend, come see Delhi-Hills (us).

A mix of light, dark, and clashing laughs.

I m astonished by the vibe, crazy, erratic!

We hates it when beauty is overlooked, yess!
Enjoy the city, its magic and misery.

I, your masseur, send you wild blessings.

Go wander its nooks and secret corners.

Precious, never forget: "No, no, no!"

Just like the movie, oh, so deep.
That’s it, my hurried rant.

Stay mad, stay happy, and come quick!