Dave went on a pilgrimage to Bodh Gaya. He recollects his not so happy travel experience filled with dirt,filth and a lot of ironies.
We drove along trash-strewn streets, kids defecating a few meters from the roadside, and lots of farmland. The Indian man in the seat next to me finished his paper, and proceeded to fall asleep against my sweaty shoulder. The bus arrived in Gaya an hour late. I only saw a few sections of street in the city, however their condition bordered on the repulsive. We passed a young woman in a bright, flowing silk sari talking to a man and my mind couldn’t reconcile how such a beautiful woman could coexist with the filthy streets.
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