Pedal power

It was a heavy day, meetings in different parts of Delhi - from Nizamuddin to Hauz Khas, then Darya Ganj, then Okhla and a long search, then a shorter search in another phase. Mercury well into the 40s, a heat haze, mingled wih much dust and pollution. We drank lots of water, and, sunk deep into the seat of our hired car, we, in our usual macho way, whine piteously to ourself about the heat and the dryness.

And then we see this.



And this.

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Vendor (one assumes) of plastic drums and pots making his way from one village to the next. Picture taken from my taxi, as we passed him. (Somewhere between Gokarna and Goa)