PHOTO: Driving in India’s capital after R2I Delhi. Usually, there is no caution tape.
Today is Sunday. That means that the driver is off and we need to drive everywhere. The romance of the great quality of life after moving to India seems naïve today, even foolish. What if that guy had run into me? What if I hadn’t seen that pile of concrete in the middle of the highway? We can’t dial 911. The rawness of the Delhi experience outside of our bubble is dangerous and I am feeling scared. I miss safety. After re-entering the bubble of our new Gurgaon home, I sought intellectual solace on the New York Times – where wise people talk about wise things. And I found Mr. Joseph.
Uncompromising practicality could be India’s downfall by Manu Joseph of the New York Times
I think Mr. Joseph was forced to leave his bubble too. The stiff drink I had after getting home is finally calming me. So glad that its 11 pm. Tomorrow is a new day.