Bangalore Jam

Shirish Andhare
Nov 4 · 5 min read

It is 7:30 AM and I am all set for an early start to my Bangalore workday. Based on vehement recommendations from my friends who have lived here longer than I have, I have subscribed to a cab service. My driver arrives on time and I get into the car. An arctic blast of imitation Jasmine fragrance knocks me into my seat. Since I paid for the AC car service, the driver has dutifully rolled up all the windows and is running the car’s AC at a freezing 21 degrees with…

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Shirish Andhare

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