Day Dreamer

There is no such thing as "rush hour traffic" in India. The best way to describe it is some how controlled chaos 24/7. On a one lane road at any given time you will have 15 vehicles (of sorts) around you. You can not even stick a finger out of your window with out touching at least two other vehicles. You wouldn't even think about trying to stick your arm out FORGET IT !... The ride to work is normally very crazy. Everything is on the road all moving at once coming at you from all directions from bikes, chickens, stray dogs by the dozens, motorcycles, scooters, rickshaws, cows, horses, cabs, street vendors pushing their carts to a new location to sell their treasures, buses I could go on and on. The smell of exhaust is overwhelming you will see people covering their mouths with cloth as the walk along the side just trying to breath. Car horns constantly fill the air like music being played in rhythms that only the locals know what they mean. People trying to carry on conversations with others on different sides of the street so they attempt to yell over the horns. Beggars coming up to the windows to tap on them when the cars slow down hoping someone will drop a coin in their hands. Babies crying, children chasing each other giggling, people randomly digging in the dirt along side the road (still trying to figure that one out). While all of this and MORE is going on I look up at a bus one day and see the boy who appears to be in total peace just day dreaming. Amazing