Tuktukpatrol //top\\ -

Their mission, which they’d chosen to accept, was simple: fight the petty tyranny of the city’s rogue tuktuk drivers.

The rogue driver, a burly man with a gold chain and a permanent scowl, saw the canary-yellow tuktuk pull up perpendicular to his path. His eyes widened. He knew that color. tuktukpatrol

“We only fix a few,” Kajal said, staring at the endless traffic. “There are hundreds of bad drivers out there.” Their mission, which they’d chosen to accept, was

Within ninety seconds, they were there.

Rina grinned, her gold tooth catching the dashboard light. “Location?” He knew that color

“Creative,” Rina admitted. “Let’s make him walk.”

She slammed her foot on Chhotu ’s accelerator. The little three-wheeler lurched forward, belching a blue cloud of defiance. They weaved through a herd of water buffalo, cut off a bus belching black smoke, and executed a sliding turn that left a trail of sparks.