Delhi’s relationship with weather is less a gentle seasonal waltz and more a cage fight with the elements.
Summers — May through July — hit 45°C (113°F) with the subtlety of a slap, the kind of heat where the air itself seems to have been run through an industrial oven.
The monsoons swap the heat for a thick, muggy wetness, like being wrapped in a hot towel you didn’t ask for.
Winters — December through February — would be delightful if it weren’t for the infernal smog that settles over the city like a villain’s cloak, turning sunsets into a grey smudge and lungs into something resembling a vacuum cleaner bag.
Spring and autumn are largely theoretical concepts here. The temperature during those fleeting intervals sits around 30–35°C (86–95°F), which Delhi considers “pleasant.”
The point is: you will feel the weather the moment the aircraft door opens, like walking into a wall made of climate. Dress accordingly.
