The Indian commute is a spectacle of survival. From the local trains of Mumbai, where people hang out of doors like human pendulums, to the traffic-clogged streets of Bengaluru, the commute is a microcosm of Indian life. It is loud, crowded, and surprisingly efficient. Inside a Delhi Metro coach, you will see a man reading the Bhagavad Gita next to a teenager scrolling Instagram reels of American influencers. This duality is the norm.
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