Rahul Kumar The sun had barely risen over Delhi’s hazy skyline when I stepped off the train at New Delhi Railway Station, my backpack slung over one shoulder and a nervous excitement buzzing through me like static. I’d heard stories about the city, each one painting it as a place of endless motion, where ancient empires still whispered in the wind and the present rushed forward like a river in flood. My first steps onto the platform were met with a collision of smells and sounds that hit me like a tidal wave—chai brewing in metal kettles, the sharp tang…