“To C. R. Park,” I said to the old auto driver. I was waiting outside Hauz Khas village in Delhi looking for a way to get back to my apartment. But Ola cab’s servers were down. “80 rupees, madam?” the auto driver asked me, a trifle warily. I hopped in and we sped off...
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