One of the most bizarre encounters I have had in India occurred while I was sitting in a car at a traffic light. It’s not uncommon to have beggars or street vendors weave through the cars, two-wheelers, and autorickshaws stopped at a light. The vendors sell fruit, newspapers, toys, cell-phone charger cables, even Q-tips. This time, I watched a sari-clad woman approach one driver after another. Each one seemed to give her money. She came to our taxi… and the driver fished around for some change. She smiled at me and brushed her hand along my cheek. “Daahling,” she purred, as she moved to the next car. Um, ok. Read on…
David Kotz 