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On my way back home from a late night meeting, the car broke down. While Baburao, our driver, waited for the mechanic, I decided to head back home. Ten-year-high April temperature, in New Delhi, at 44.9-degrees Celsius or as Naina would describe it, “112 degrees f*****g Fahrenheit,” the heat wave was making me nauseous. Plus, I had a severe headache from possible dehydration. Metro seemed like the safest and fastest choice at the time compared to an auto rickshaw or taxi.
When I entered the women’s compartment in the New Delhi metro, it was virtually empty. Despite the air conditioning in the train, it felt hot, and I had trouble breathing. By the time winter ended in Delhi, my lungs would forget what clean air used to be like. I pulled away my scarf and started to fan myself. Sudd
