Delhi Days, Desert Dreams, and the Silence Within. By Dr Sunil S Rana I was born and raised in Delhi; that vibrant, chaotic, and ever-beating heart of India. The scent of paranthas from local eateries, the whirr of DTC buses, the narrow gallis echoing with laughter, and the timeless elegance of Connaught Place; all of it runs through my veins. My childhood, adolescence, and young adult life were all painted in the colors of Delhi. From schooling to college, Delhi was both my cradle and my launching pad. School days were filled with ambition and mischief, while college life at Deshbandhu College, University of Delhi, was where friendships blossomed and identities were forged. Time, however, is a relentless river. The once-bustling corridors are now silent memories, and those mischievous college buddies; my partners-in-crime; are now greying gentlemen and graceful women, parents of grown-up and mostly married children. Like everyone, I got swept into the whirlwind of lif...