and the streets are running out with people and rickshaws, motorbikes (there, four adults on a single cycle), water buffalo stomping through traffic,   tilting their chins in response to horns begging them to move. The traffic slips ahead, crawling over itself like snakes in a pit,   falters, stops to ruminate, begins again.  …

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