Because everyone can do this. And everyone includes you. So. Just open the front gate, close it, open the black umbrella, walk up to the main road, stop a rickshaw, argue with the driver about the price, watch him shake his head and drive away, I couldn’t get past this part. You keep walking, I told myself. You’ll find another rickshaw, but I just saw myself standing there at the side of the road, sweating under my black umbrella. Or take the fucking bus. Take the
The terrifying prospect of trying to get an autorickshaw, and being judged by them in ruthless negotiations
