The Charioteer

Mom yelled in peak traffic, “You can’t go through this alley. Bars at the other end will block rickshaws!” How she knew this, how we’d get out, who knew? But our unflinching charioteer steered on like Lord Krishna, guiding a confused, doubtful Arjun through the treacherous Kurukshetra. Indeed, just one wide gap opened up, and we zoomed right through. India: the wonder and the honks; the path found by trusting collective wisdom.