Over the last two or three months:
The first time.
The second time.
And just today (February 7), at the Kala Ghoda Festival, the third and fourth times.
What makes people act this way?
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Atrocious. All four incidents. Wouldn't have believed that it would bring tears to my eyes, but it did.
But you know, I am glad that you protest each time. I think most people would just turn a blind eye.
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