Calcutta. One night, walking through cones of warm streetlight in an otherwise dark lane, I saw before me an intersection of time. Against the red brick wall of the Park Circus tram depot, stood a green and yellow auto rickshaw. Its interiors done up in shiny red rexine, a brilliant neon pink light spilled from within, onto the road, overpowering […]
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