The driver stared. The constable blinked.
The constable ignored me. He spoke to the driver in a rapid-fire Hindi I could only chase, not catch: " Tera baap ka rickshaw hai? Tu jaanta hai iska maalik kaun hai? " caught in hindi
Then the police whistles started.
He nodded. And for the first time, he didn't hear an accent. He just heard a destination. The driver stared
A constable materialized from the dust, mustache bristling. He didn't look at me. He looked at the rickshaw’s missing tail-light. "Challan. License." caught in hindi