Here is what happy people of Prishtina, the capital of Kosovo and first of my lie-or-cheat-to-get-to destinations, look like.
Here is what happy people of Delhi look like. You can tell something isn't right - the people. We are a deeply inwardly drawn crowd. We have a few happy people, who keep all the happiness inside, bottled up. [I could argue that Bangalore is a bigger extreme in this regard, but I'm also saying that it has more indulgent people.] It is what keeps us in rhythm, really. I don't know what that happiness gets processed as, but our inside rythm rarely mathces the outside. We come off as a badly coordinated, socially awkward, downright pervy bunch (and then there are the wallflowers, and the real pervy bunch from satellite towns moving into and out of delhi). Or maybe we are never dancing inside, that is why nothing can ever catch us off guard when we are outside.
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