The Gods Charioteers

Look around you, children of Bharat. This is not a city of colonial clamor, but the ashram of the nation's conscience. Yet, look! Even here, the roads whisper the same eternal truth. The bullock cart moving slowly as a prayer, the bicycle bell ringing like a temple bell, the bus trailing dust like the veil of Maya—all are moving temples in the kingdom of the Mother.

By the Celibacy Experiment