Even on the better days in the enveloping smog,the climate-compromised city hurts your lungs and reddens your eyes It was 2am on Sunday in Delhi and a friend and I were travelling in a rickshaw, heading home from a party. It was a hellscape.
The highway was mostly empty, or the air a greasy brown. On the shoulder was a group of men standing around a small fire. Ahead of us were trucks spraying the roads with salted effluent,used to retain the dirt in space so it would not spring up into a toxic cloud. Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk