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Friday, July 6, 2007

Walk down a street in Delhi
-It depends which street-
And either there's no one for miles
Except for some swanky car swooshing past,
Or every passer, in his hurry, shoves you.
I wonder whether I will have to learn
This push around or leave alone
Philosophy to live here,
Or whether it will come naturally.
Posted by rhea at 8:49 AM

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