Hyderabad at Dawn
I had to cling to my headscarf as the auto-rickshaw sped across the Musi River, as if it were chased by demons. The sun had barely made it up above the rooftops and the streets were still relatively empty. The night before we sat in traffic for three hours in India’s forth most populous city waiting to make our way up to our residence in the Banjara Hills.
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