Anecdote…

On a hot Sunday, I hop up in a taxi. All beat-up. Seeing the driver, old and wizened, hardly able to stretch his stiffened fingers out to hold the wheel, I feel a wave of emotion/compassion/pity overwhelming me. What kind of bitch of a life makes a grandpa older than India drive such a piece of garbage?? I take a photo to share this later – it has become a weird habit to take a...

Publié le 02/04/2011 dans Indian... par IndianSamourai | Lire la suite...