Four girls piled in an auto for two hours as the rain falls and people crowd the streets. The driver wears a knit cap and his floral windshield decorations hang dripping. He is threatened by the fist of a passerby who is too drunk to realize the auto is not moving and it is his own fault for running into it. I'm on a flooding road full of traffic that hasn't moved for atleast twenty minutes. This is festival season and the city at night is a place for men to dance in the streets, umbrellas poignant against the christmas colored lights. I caught my first glimpses of India through a taxi window. When I arrived I felt very much the tourist. I wasn't prepared for a torn city where cows littered the road sides amongst
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