The Invitation
Ever noticed the rickshawalas lined up at metro stations, schools, or busy markets in Delhi? Some sit quietly, sun on their backs, towel slung over their shoulders. Their eyes meet yours; no words, just a patient look that says, “Need a ride?” Then there are the loud ones — waving, shouting, “Madam, where to? Very cheap!” Their voices cut through the chaos, determined to pull you in. Each one has a different face, a different story — but they all move with the rhythm of the city.
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