In those cities, they charge cars to enter the centre to thin the traffic. It seems to work for them, clearing roads and raising money for trams and buses. But here, from the Eastern Express Highway into Mumbai, my old Maruti crawling with a hundred others, it feels like a tax on existing. The real congestion is not of cars, but of hopes—each vehicle carries someone’s *khongchat*, their deep longing, for a better salary that can outpace the rising cost of my granddaughter’s books.
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