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One of my all time favorite countries to explore is India. And as an Indian-from a smaller town-to go to bigger cities was something I really enjoyed. If you’ve ever been here, you may know this is one of the craziest countries to drive in. The cars share the roads with cows, horses, tuk-tuks, cycles, camels, huge trailers and pretty much everything that moves. What happens from this? The streets become crowded. The rules: there are no rules. We use horn for everything. You name it, we’ll blow horn to it. We just have to honk the horn to drive past someone. If you want to see your life flash before your eyes every five minutes this is the country for you. When I was travelling Mumbai, I had a very pleasant taxi-driver who drove me around the city for the time I was there. It must take a strong and brave heart to become a taxi-driver in a crazy city such as Mumbai. At least this is what I thought sitting in the backseat listening to some bollywood blasting through the broken speaker whilst dodging cars and cows. On the first day, when he was driving me, there was an accident which happened on the road. What did he do? Drove past the vehicle and continued his journey. That made me curious ‘why would he not stop on the road?’ So I asked him and his answer still baffles me, “nothing stops the traffic here. I see this on a regular basis so this chaos is normal for me. It’s not like I'm insensitive, but people here are used to it. I even said a prayer for the person in my mind, see I’m not insensitive.” On the last day of my stay, when my taxi-driver came to pick me up something weird happened. There was a cow in the middle of the road blocking the road and then the traffic was stopped, which was the first time I saw-traffic stopping. My taxi-driver looks at me and shakes his head and goes “I was wrong.” I asked, “what were you wrong about?” “There is something which stops the traffic here. You know what is that? A cow.” “Yes, I can clearly see that,” And then he goes on and on about how holy the cow is until that holy cow passed and let the traffic move and we laughed together.