India is the perfect scapegoat. A wonderfully easy receptacle for all of my homesickness, frustration with global politics, and confusion regarding my place in the world. Delhi, being my primary lens in which to view India, can fit this judgment very comfortably. Yet there is something beautiful, something that I have missed until now, that is inherent in a country of more than a billion people whose primary goal is to create democracy. It is erratic, and at many times overwhelmingly abrasive, but beneath the dusty surface, India is full of warm and loving people who are proud of their country devoted to their families. Rickshaw drivers, who I once believed were the bane of humanity, more often than not work in the city in order to support their families in the countryside, whom they rarely
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