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A Drive Through Calcutta: My First Impression of India

Outside the air conditioned terminal, the heat of Calcutta descends immediately.  Rows upon rows of old yellow Ambassadors – like Ford model T’s painted bright yellow – line the road. The drivers, dressed in loose, long beige cheesecloth pajamas, stand in huddles talking. We find a taxi and get in; ours doesn’t have as brightly …

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