“My art revolves around Delhi,” says illustrator Angel Bedi.

Iam a pure Delhi girl—not the kind who carries a pointless, uncomfortable looking bag, nor the solitaire-hoarding kind, or the tick-tocking in pretentious mall kind. I am that typical dilli waali, who loves endlessly. I feel love comes naturally if one says hanji instead of nods of approval. Every little thing must be adored in my eyes. Strangers need to be smiled at once in a while, street dogs are definitely more important than people. Yes, I do sound like I am over dosing on happy pills, but be kind and keep reading.

You have to keep shut while Mumbaiites point fingers at our snobby-ness, but then we obviously have the power to smack them hard if they don’t stop after a point. This is where the desi ghee kicks in and our Kolhapuri chappals come off.

Being a doodle artist, I draw for a living. My work, my art, it all rotates and revolves around the people of this beautiful cobweb of a city, Delhi. From the dialect that starts off with pretty offensive words, which must be used instead of prepositions, to the jargon our gora chittaa boys use to woo the thullas, it’s all so typically Delhi. I am inspired by aunties, who invented the concept of bargaining. Everything about these gorgeous creatures—from their chipped maroon nail paint to the way they emotionally blackmail the poor sabzi walah with their killer looks—are so fascinating. The other day, I sat in an auto and got lectured by a young, righteous driver about how wrong was it on my part to have sat in the auto without asking if the metre is working or not. Yes, it is very uncommon, but sometimes, out of nowhere, this city throws goodness your way. So one must work on those reflex actions and catch the happy vibes time to time.

Of course, I am being overly positive at the moment and ignoring all the ridiculous behaviour that hovers all over us mostly, but there is a tiny speck of sparkle that is peeping out of this basket full of rotten apples. Look at that sparkle. If you believe in the power of biryani, you will understand why this place makes my heart melt. Everything sums up to a steamy mix of perfection. So do me a favour today, feel that monotonous little feeling and smile because you are a part of something fantastic, at this very moment.