The one thing I cant stand about Delhi.
It always feels like I’m being cheated. Cheated on Rickshaw fare, cheated on my income, cheated on that plastic toothbrush holder i bought yesterday, cheated out of something I wanted by someone I trusted.
I’m so sick of constantly living with this feeling. And it’s even worse when it’s those aforementioned people you thought you could actually trust.
Maybe I’m just not tough enough for this city. It continues to remind me. And I continue to prove it wrong.
