“My name is Vishnu, like the god. But I am not a god, sir. I am your driver.” And a good driver he was, effortlessly navigating the chaos of India’s roads.
The thing about driving in India is that you never know what might come at you next. It could be an auto rickshaw, a handcart laden with bricks or a dozen people on broken-down bicycles. Or it could be something potentially more dangerous: An elephant, a camel, a cow, a rhesus monkey.
You just never know.
