On a busy street in one of India’s congested cities, traffic has ground to a halt. Frustrations are high as a young man yells at a hapless policeman. A large tree has fallen across the narrow thoroughfare, and nobody knows what to do. Snarled traffic, glum looks, despairing gridlock. A young woman says in English on her cell phone, “I hate this country.” Then the situation gets worse: it begins to rain. Buckets. A young boy, maybe seven or eight, pokes his head out a bus window. […]
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