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“ Tuktukpatrol? ” a shaky voice asked. It was an elderly man. “He won’t stop. He says my destination is in the ‘red zone.’ The meter is at 400 rupees. I’ve only gone two blocks.”

“Meter’s broken,” she said, standing up. “Fix it, or that wheel comes off at your next turn. And I’ll be watching.” tuktukpatrol

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