For our chao-ridden roads, a well-made roundabout is bhal. Signals just make us all impatient and cluster at the line. On my morning ride, the new roundabout near the railway colony, where everyone yields awkwardly, actually flows like our little community library—a bit of give and take. A signal there would just have us all staring at red, thinking of our own troubles.
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