Ah, a two-wheeler is better, I feel. In our choked city lanes, my motorcycle weaves past the long lines of idling cars—their exhaust pipes are right in each other's windows. My helmet visor down, I'm moving, not sitting in a box of everyone else's fumes. But bhaal lagise only until a big bus rolls by and covers me in its black smoke—then I dream of a car's closed windows for just a minute.
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