So much of Delhi looks like Malaysia and the Philippines (the only places I can really make a comparison with). Or maybe they look like Delhi? The dusty roads and the indifferent locals, reading a newspaper crouched on haunches at the roadside, pulling carts of swollen fruit, gathering to chat and smoke in front of shops, one man sleeping along the top of a wall with arms behind his snoozing head.
Every so often a green buggy and its daredevil driver zooms past our bus and flipflopped cyclists pedal alongside at regular intervals, seemingly unconcerned by the lackadaisical traffic. This really is the most unpretentious, almost blasé and extraordinarily vibrant place.
Jo-Yee Cheung
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