There are cities that are termed 'melting pots of culture'. There is this city which seems to have taken that phrase too literally with a special emphasis on the 'melting' part. Delhi seems to be concentrating on melting anyone who has haplessly strayed into its precincts. So, if someone talks of a river of people in Delhi, you cannot be sure whether he is talking only figuratively or whether he actually means that what is now a river was once a crowd of people melted down.
That reminded me of a friend of mine who used to say, "Summers in Delhi are very romantic. Full of melting moments." In all my near eighteen years in Delhi I never found Romance, however. It is, may be, because I was too busy melting all by myself to melt in anyone else's company. Now, though, people melt away the moment I hove to on the horizon. (Maybe they did even then - but, as I said, I was too busy melting to notice)
As I sit here contemplating another day of venturing into the cauldron, my only consolation is that my trip to the Himalayas will help re-freeze me into some humanoid shape. As it is, people say that I look like some child had put me together from lumps of snow - a sort of animated Snowman, abominable or otherwise - and this repeated melting and re-freezing is certainly not helping the cause of converting me into every Pretty Young Thing's dream man (Hey! I read fantasy, so you cannot stop me indulging in the wildest of fantasies!)
Once more into the furnace my friends. I have nothing to lose but my moisture, having lost everything else.