I grabbed Skyler’s wrists and pulled her onto the pavement. “Ah!” Her reaction towards a car almost knocking her down was a bit slow. It was the third time a vehicle almost knocked her down within a short period of 2 hours.
But when I look around the bustling little village of
The rules of the roads are pretty straightforward actually. Green means go and red means stop. Cars and pedestrians work together and share the common tar carpet to get to the destination they want, following the instructions of the blinking lights. But in little India it wasn’t that straightforward. On many bustling intersections, there were no traffic lights. Pedestrians and vehicles operate on a system of trust and courtesy, taking turns without anyone giving them instructions to do so. However, as Skyler knows very well, there may be miscommunications in the unspoken communication between vehicle and pedestrian. Potentially accidents may occur, and someone may actually get injured. The lack of regulation and rules made the area chaotic and messy.
But as I look around the bustling village, shop-owners blasting loud obnoxious music to attract people to their shops to buy their goods, an old uncle rearing chickens as a hobby, beautiful fresh flowers chains with bees pollinating them, I truly understand the beauty in the chaos. The reason why the village feels so alive and so happy is because of the lack of regulations.
As Mrs Daniels, braved the currents of cars on the road and stood in the middle of a busy street just to take a nice photo of us, standing on the narrow pavements of Little India, I understood, just how beautiful and amazing this piece of cultural land is.
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