Produced by: Manoj Kumar
Delhi’s not just hot—it’s capped by an invisible heat trap. Think of it as a giant lid, locking in the burn.
Normally, hot air rises. But in Delhi, warm air sits on top, crushing cooler air—and your lungs—beneath it.
Inversion means no ventilation. Heat gets trapped like steam in a pressure cooker, suffocating the city.
Pollution can’t rise. It just lingers—dense, toxic, and stifling—amplifying the heat’s misery.
When sweat doesn’t evaporate, your body’s AC fails. That “feels-like” 46°C? It’s not an exaggeration.
Delhi’s roads and buildings don’t just absorb sun—they reheat the air at night, feeding the cycle nonstop.
Himalayas to the north, Aravallis to the west—Delhi is boxed in. Air has nowhere to go but down.
You think it cools down after sunset? Not really. The lid’s still there, trapping the day’s furnace.
This isn’t a one-season glitch. Winter sees it too—only instead of heat, you’re breathing trapped smoke.