Bangalore wants to keep me prisoner. This is the only conclusion I can come to as my taxi sits there, fused to its spot in the road. Ahead, a cranky carnival of auto-rickshaws, buses, and cars waits similarly idle – horns playing in unison, the most discordant symphony you will ever hear. Finally, a single cow extracts itself from the jumble and ambles to the kerb. Engines are revved – and no one moves. Whatever the cause of the chaos, it was not this lone bovine wanderer.
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