As I walk along the straight road between India gate and the palaces I see a number of food sellers by the side of the road. Their stands are nothing more than cardboard boxes, with the names of snacks written on the side (in English). It's quiet, and so the momo (Tibetan dumplings?) and samosa sellers have little business. I'm not going to touch heavily handled room temperature bacteria breeding grounds so I don't add to this as I pass. I walk by a large group of men loading a stone column, carved with the Indian three lions, onto the back of a truck; the aftermath of Republic day I suspect.
A short time later these characters reappear as the truck roars past on the road. The workmen, who are now standing all over the truck, shout and gesture as they pass. The momo sellers respond immediately, they grab the goods they can and run. A small pickup with crane rolls past, also crowned with Indian men. At their feet a pile of momo boxes... it's almost a sombre moment
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