During an exchange programme with a school in France, I noticed something I had never noticed before – rickshaws do not have doors!
The first time I went in a rickshaw with my French correspondent, my eyes widened. How comfortable would she feel? Would she be afraid of a vehicle like this without doors? I glanced sideways at her.
But like a true exchange student, she had come with an open mind. I saw her steel herself and deliberately remain silent with respect to this doorless wonder.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Inside the rickshaw, she looked around, confused.
“What happened?” I asked.
She looked at me in horror. “There are no seatbelts?”
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