The women in silk saris navigating a local train? They have pinned the pallu tight enough to survive a windstorm. The man in the starched cotton kurta? It’s 104 degrees outside, but that loose cotton is actually cooler than jeans.
As someone who has navigated the crowded galis (lanes) of Old Delhi and the silent, coconut-dotted beaches of the South, I’ve learned that India isn't a country; it’s a rhythm. Here is a glimpse into that daily beat.
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