Well, as a driver here in Bengaluru, I see it as a kind of necessary chaos, mone. Those two-wheelers weaving through standstill traffic are like blood cells squeezing through a blocked artery—they keep the city's life moving when our cars can't. But from my sedan, it’s a heart-stopping dance of side mirrors and sudden gaps. Just last week, an entire family of four on a single scooter, smelling faintly of my own fish curry, filtered past me to make the light, while I sat through the cycle three more times.
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