Love Games Delhi Ishtyle

Everyone dreams about the happily-ever-after. Yes, even the brutally-in-touch-with-reality Delhiites.The land of ancient civilizations and historic real-life love stories, and 16 million throbbing hearts, Delhi is also home to its fair share of heartbreaks as well as happy endings. The variety of weddings conducted in this city is astonishing: it is, after all, a vibrant cultural and religious melting pot of humanity. And, whether you say 'I do', or 'Qubool hai', or walk around the fire---or not, choosing to remain happily unmarried---the city of Delhi has one essential truth: people believe in romance. We want to find that special someone, and, despite the skyrocketing divorce rates, we believe in marriage. So, while the modern day Romeo and Juliet may be roughly a decade older than the original couple, and not as star-crossed, they look to relationships primarily for fulfillment---emotional, intellectual, sexual---unlike the older generation, whose passport to coupled bliss included stamps of financial security and social approval.
Love is not love, that alters when it alteration finds – William Shakespeare
LODHI GARDEN LOVE BIRDS IN DIFFRENT WORLD

Lovers are daring. The lovers conduct their love lives away from the prying eyes of the curiosity-seekers. There are parents to deceive. There are friends to ignore. Living in a culture that frowns on a girl choosing to have good time with a boy who is not her husband, the lovers have to go to great lengths to keep the affair discrete. With such considerations in mind, they drive to gardens situated far away from their neighborhoods so that no family friend or a relative see them together. In making love to people who are strangers to their families, the girls risk their reputations and the boys their respect. Oh yes, lovers are daring people.

Lovers are careless. They are not bothered with the demands of the world. All the cares dissolve down into the substance of the lover. The entire universe gets secreted into the being of that person. Nothing seems important other than the lover.

Come live with me and be my love – Christopher Marlowe
Lovers are exhibitionists. They display private acts in public spaces. Their hands slither down on the other's hands. Their lips brush the other's lips. Their thighs rub the other's thighs. Their foot entangle into the other's foot. They fingers play around with the other's fingers. Their heads settle down into the other's shoulder. They chest presses into the other's breast. Their body merges into the other's body - in front of the entire world! Oh yes, lovers are exhibitionist people.

The hustle-bustle of the larger life ceases. All other significant relations - parents, siblings, friends, colleagues - are silenced; their existence reduced down to the melodious hum of the surrounding traffic that whirrs dreamily around the circumference of the garden. Everyone and everything is forgotten. Oh yes, lovers are careless people.