Its early Sunday morning. Sounds of Traditional Drums. Bright orange turbans. Carpeted stretch of road. Loudspeakers blare music. An MC somewhere in the distance. Selfie Point! Runners. Lycra Sportswear. Branded footwear. French perfumes.
Pavement dwellers watch the show from the comfort of their (un)homes, lying on the cardboard sheet which is their bed.
“A Marathon?” Trying to make sense of what is this fuss about.”Whats that?”