Today I was walking through the colabra markets in Mumbai with Shannon and her driver Mohammed The section of the market that we were in was filled with antiques. There were stalls and tents filled with clocks, saxaphones and old bollywood posters. Strolling would be a peaceful exaggeration as we played frogger in the streets with the black and yellow taxis, man pulled carts and dead/discusting things in the road. Then it hit 2:00 and the rain came pouring down. We ducked for cover under a blue tarped stall where there was a seafoam green old Chrysler p
Plymouth car parked halfway under the makeshift roof. I leaned on it for pictures posing awkwardly to keep protected from the storm.
As I was treating the car like my property all I could think about was the reaction of one of my Indian staff members when I asked her how her trip to NY and Orlando was. "oh my god, Americans care souch about their cars! I was really tired one day so I stopped to take a break so I leaned on a car and this guy comes running out of the shop yelling at me to get of his car..." I briefly looked around me at all of the dings and broken bumpers and laughed. Indians buy cars knowing they will be driving through Delhi or Mumbai traffic, never inbetween the lines if they are even painted and will be parked on the street. They could never fully understand the protective nature over a car as we do in the states. They would just be happy that thier mirror is still attached from the night before.
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