You may have heard that the Commonwealth Games is coming to town. Delhi is turning itself upside down with renovations and recriminations.
I hope it goes well for Delhi. Such a huge amount of effort has been expended, skittishly, but expended nonetheless. It would be a great tragedy if the monsoon wedding predictions - akin to she'll-be-right-on-the-night - didn't eventuate.
This truck spoke to me. Not literally, but with the driver missing, one windscreen missing, and hemmed in by rubbble, it was still undeniably a truck. And the Games probably will lack a few windscreens, and perhaps never had a driver, but once we negotiate the rubble they'll still be the Games and we'll just have to love them like they are. I hope the athletes take heed and embrace the Games in all their glorious chaos.
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