Delhi 2014. A hot morning in August. A young woman makes stuttering
progress along the middle of Sansad Marg as drivers wait behind their
wheels. Zebra-print jumpsuit, four-inch heels, translucent tangerine
handbag, valiant bouffant. A singular vision; an urban punctuation. Like a magenta Vespa
parked outside a grey building, kicking the cityscape in its teeth.
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The low, dull idle of a motorbike made to seat two as it carries the Hopes and the Yes We Cans of a generation to the closed door meetings of the Sansad Bhavan.
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A fitting coda.
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