I'm driving in the daily traffic jam of North Calcutta. A war must have recently taken place. Cars, buses, rickshaws, jeeps, cycles, trucks, cows, pedestrians, pushcarts, all strain to move at all. My friend seated next to me sings a classical raga of midnight in rural Bengal. A cyclist nearly collides with our car in …
Poem: Glee for Sale
New Delhi, 1973 Mona, Deepak, and Sangita scream and shout As they whirl around in the 4-car merry-go-round ride. They grab hands across the center, squealing excitedly. The itinerant vendor of these gleeful moments stands stone-faced As he pushes the toy cars around with his hand.
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