It was a typical Monday morning in Delhi — the city that never really slept but woke up louder and faster when the week began. The streets were packed like a can of sardines, with people rushing, honking, shouting, and weaving through traffic like dancers in a clumsy ballet. Local trains rumbled on their tracks, carrying oceans of people, while buses crawled on the roads, dragging their heavy feet. Street vendors shouted over each other, selling hot samosas and chai to sleepy-eyed workers trying to catch up with life.