I and the place I live have a ‘chaotic love’.

What do you love about where you live?

The everyday traffic. Constant buzz in both the ears because of noise on roads. Suffocating air. Soot on face.

Heads that suddenly appear out of bus windows spitting a copious amount of saliva all over on body who happen to drive closer, the sewage clearance trucks leaking the collection all through on road and firecrackers lighting the sky with a deafening noise continue till late on a Sunday.