Perfect.

Aw. My parents lived in South Delhi for a while.

I think you could be more specific/detailed in this poem. Like when you talk about the crowded trains - use specific images for that. The poem feels kinda abstract, which would be okay, if it wasn't about such a specific place. But overall it was a nice poem; I liked the part about snapshots distributed like flowers in a wedding, and the blind beggar reaching out to the crowds who are blind too. Good job.

it makes me want to go india. more than i already did, that is. lovely.