What’s the craziest thing you’ve done that your parents still don’t know about?

1. Back in college, I was living in Dwarka and trying to manage studies. My classes would end by 6 pm, but instead of heading back home, I’d hop on the Metro to Rajiv Chowk to meet my girlfriend. From there, we’d head to Connaught Place, roam around the inner circle, grab some momos at Janpath, or just sit and chill at India Gate. The real challenge was getting back home without raising any suspicion. I’d catch the last Metro to Dwarka, usually crammed into a packed train, and get home just in time to make it look like I’d been “studying” all evening. I kept this routine going for months—it was exhausting, and honestly, looking back, I don’t know how I pulled it off.

2. Then there was this one night when I was with my then-girlfriend, parked near Hauz Khas Village in her car. Things were getting a bit too cozy and we were aggressively kissing and smooching when we noticed a PCR van slowing down near us. I swear, my heart was in my throat. We pretended like we were just chatting, and luckily, they didn’t stop. The second they drove off, we bolted out of there and didn’t stop till we were far enough away and had sex till midnight and slept in the car. That was some next-level stress! 😅

If my parents ever found out about these stunts, I’d never hear the end of it. What about you guys? Any wild Delhi stories.