zero lane traffic—It’s the only way i know how to describe my two months in India in 2008. It’s not even about the way bicycles, tractors, shipping trucks, rickshaws and scooters all race against each other in every given direction. Or the way stray sheep, cows, dogs, monkeys (and a few stray children) weave their way through rush hour traffic. Or the fact that traffic lanes are merely there for decoration and mean nothing more than...a yellow painted rectangle on the pavement.

It’s about experiencing a world that is so far removed from anything I’d experienced in the past. Where everything I believed, and stood up for, and thought I knew was challenged on a daily basis. Where, despite its many imperfections and corruption and poverty, it was spilling with so much beauty.

Where I discovered that running aimlessly through zero lane traffic is totally the best thing in the world.