A Day in Delhi: February 25, 2025

 As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Delhi awoke to a city veiled in a gentle mist. The air was cool, carrying the promise of a day that would unfold with the subtlety of a well-kept secret. The sun, a mere suggestion behind the haze, cast a soft glow over the bustling streets, where the rhythm of life began anew.

The morning unfolded with a serene quietude, the kind that precedes the city's inevitable crescendo. The temperature hovered around 25°C (77°F), a comfortable warmth that invited the city to stir from its slumber. The sky, a canvas of muted grays, hinted at the possibility of a day that would be both warm and inviting.

As the sun ascended, the mist began to dissipate, revealing a city in motion. The streets, lined with vendors and commuters, came alive with the sounds of honking horns and the chatter of early risers. The temperature climbed steadily, reaching a high of 26°C (79°F) by midday. The air, though warm, retained a crispness that was characteristic of Delhi's winter months.

The afternoon brought with it a gentle breeze, a welcome respite from the warmth. The sky, now a pale blue, bore witness to the city's daily dance—a choreography of movement and stillness, of tradition and modernity. The temperature remained steady, a testament to the city's temperate climate during this season.

As the day drew to a close, the temperature began its descent, settling at 15°C (58°F) as evening approached. The city, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, exhaled a collective sigh, content in the knowledge that the day had unfolded as it was meant to. The air, now cooler, carried the promise of a night that would be both restful and rejuvenating.

In the quiet of the night, Delhi rested, its heartbeat steady and sure. The weather, a silent witness to the city's stories, had played its part in the grand narrative of the day. Tomorrow, the sun would rise again, and the city would awaken to a new chapter, written in the language of the skies.