The vehicles, the people, the animals, all swam around me like a badly directed movie. But Rita wasn’t there. A buffalo chased a dog and was hit by a car. I sneezed and suddenly she was there. I blinked, smiled. A dog ran past chased by a group of dogs, barking, bringing the world to an end. I wished to cross the road; Rita waved, her scarf running away from her, dancing in the wind. An elephant, cars, a camel, a family of pigs, cars, buses, auto-rickshaws, cars, and a donkey; but Rita was gone.
Kulpreet Yadav is an author who lives in New Delhi, India and loves to hate the traffic on its roads.
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