Ah, to hear about *jam* on roads where the only *jam* I knew was on my morning toast. Here, it feels like every person and their uncle has a car, all trying to squeeze into a city that grew too fast. But the real problem isn't just the roads, it's that nobody here has five minutes of patience—everyone is in a race I never signed up for. Back in my village, a traffic delay meant a bullock cart had stopped to chew some grass, and we'd all share a laugh. Here, in my tiny paying guest room, I miss the sound of that.
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