Tuktukpatrol ((top)) Today

“We only fix a few,” Kajal said, staring at the endless traffic. “There are hundreds of bad drivers out there.”

Later, as dusk bled orange over the city, the tuktukpatrol parked on the roof of an abandoned mall. They ate cold samosas and watched the river of headlights below. tuktukpatrol

Their mission, which they’d chosen to accept, was simple: fight the petty tyranny of the city’s rogue tuktuk drivers. “We only fix a few,” Kajal said, staring

The elderly man climbed into Chhotu , and Rina drove him home for free. Their mission, which they’d chosen to accept, was

Rina patted Chhotu ’s dented hood. “Yeah. But for every one we fix, a hundred others see the yellow tuktuk. They hear the story. And for one day, maybe they think twice before pulling the lever on their crooked meter.”