“I can’t picture India,” is what I hear a lot from friends back home. So, now you can picture the route I take and what I see at least three times a day. I emerge from the Foreign Students Hostel (which houses folks from America, Canada, Germany, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Nepal, etc.). I walk past the Transit Hostel, where 5 people in our program stay, turn left towards Gate 1 (there are 2 others) and head past an array of broken-chain, flat-tire, one-pedal bikes that we can use anywhere on campus—they just can’t leave the gates. To be continued…

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