Something to give

The colt is retarded. He stands in the middle of the road, his legs bent and splayed, unperturbed by the cars, scooters and e-rickshaws whizzing past. His lack of self-preservation infuriates me. There’s something wrong with him. Misfiring neurons. Disconnected synapses. He moves funny. Exhibits none of the equine grace the rest of his species does. Horses should not exist in 2025. But there are certain people in my city—a small Indian city known for its urban planning and clean ro