You’ll see:
- Red stains on the pavement, a manifestation of the nation’s addiction to paan
- Endless trails of trash
- Cows, elephants, stray dogs
- People piled on backs of trucks like cargo
You’ll smell:
- Diesel spewing from the back of trucks
- Fires still burning from the night before
- The slightly minty, stale smell of paan
You’ll hear:
- The barks of stray dogs
- People yelling “Hello!” and “Mingalabar!” as you pass
- Honking from all sides, warning you to move & watch out
You’ll feel:
- Pangs of fear as you approach a gang of stray dogs
- Eyes looking at you, wondering what you’re running from
- Grateful to be able to run for fun in a nation where most sacrifice leisure for labor
