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by Nandini Krishnan
Dec 31, 2025
He belonged to a religion and a land renowned for miserliness. Tourists from his country were famous for bargaining so hard that Indian taxi drivers sometimes fled when they heard their language. As they drove off, they would spit out that they’d have better luck driving locals back and forth to the market than prising enough money from those tourists to make good on the costs of driving along the hilly paths that passed for roads on fuel-guzzling metal parts that passed for cars.
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