From Bullock Cart to Flight Deck: India Always Knew How to Travel

The first time I understood what speed felt like, I was sitting in a bullock cart in Telangana. The cart moved at the pace of the oxen, which is to say it moved at the pace of the world as it had always moved in that part of India. Dirt roads, open sky, the creak of wooden wheels. Nobody was in a hurry. The journey was the thing.I thought about that cart recently when I read that India just inaug…
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