Chandigarh was built for late-night drives whether anyone officially admits it or not.
The roads were wide, the sectors flowed into each other cleanly, and the city at night felt like it had finally stopped performing for the day.
You noticed the trees more, the silence more, the spacing more.
Conversations got better in moving cars there, maybe because nobody had to fight the city to hear themselves think.
Some drives had destinations. Most had excuses.
You took rounds, stopped for tea, replayed songs, and stretched the night because ending it felt unnecessary.
A lot of Chandigarh memory lives in headlights and slow turns rather than one specific place.
Tell us the route of one Chandigarh drive you still know by instinct.
