Don’t let my jovial expression fool you: this is the most uncomfortable rickshaw I have ever taken and it’s pretty hair raising. I am at the edge of the seat, holding on for dear life as we make the fifteen minute ride back to Patel Nagar with cars, mopeds, autos, and other things that are just waiting to knock me out. I’m already nostalgic for Punjab and its relatively massive rickshaw seats that fit my entire buttocks, as opposed to half of a cheek as some sort of space saving program that government’s running. These tiny New Delhi rickshaws can go to hell.
I was born in England and raised all over the world, but I'm a Punjabi boy at heart. Give me a bread pakora and a mango lassi and we'll be friends for life. I teach creative writing in New York City and blog about race/representation, travel, lit life, and being a Papa at NavdeepSinghDhillon.com. I am a regular parenting blogger for Mom.me, and have written for many print and online publications. In my spare time, I Papa and I husband. Follow my tweets @navdeep_dhillon and @ishqinabackpack.