If the airport was the tutorial level, Delhi’s streets are the open world — vast, unpredictable, and governed by rules that appear to have been written on a napkin during a particularly spirited lunch.
Traffic in this city does not so much flow as negotiate, every intersection a rolling parliament of buses, cars, auto-rickshaws, motorcycles, cyclists, pedestrians, and the occasional cow, all conducting business simultaneously with the confidence of people who have never once considered the possibility of a collision.
And yet, miraculously, somehow it works. Mostly.
Here is how you join the dance without stepping on too many toes.
