Rickshaws are a comfort in this pollution filled city, especially on winter mornings when the place just starts waking up. There is something about fog and cold that goes hand in hand with the slow languid place a rickshaw moves. I can never get enough of it.
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Foggy winter mornings, rickshaw ride and maybe a shawl wrapped around or a sweater and muffler....has a very poetic feel doesn’t it!