Delhi was a city that lived in the streets. They laughed and danced and ran in the streets. Monsoon season was the best, because the air was clear and the puddles stretched for miles. Once you were soaked past the point of no return, you could stay out there for hours, feeling invincible. Surrounded by people. People who would never harm him. People who knew him. Somehow in a city of sixteen million, he always saw someone he knew. An uncle or a classmate or one of the many, many cousins keeping tabs on him. He could never feel lost or alone in the city. They knew who to trust. They knew how to
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