Arre, beta, on a two-wheeler you are *in* the pollution, but in a car you are stuck *with* it, breathing everyone else’s smoke for an hour! My own life tells me this achha—I sold my husband’s old bike for a small Maruti, thinking it would be safer. But now, sitting in traffic jams near Bararee market, I feel the tension double, watching bikes weave past while I am just heating up in a box of fumes.
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