Gonna try to find anybody where im coming out

o dakika

It was strange.

It always was strange.

I never thought I'd be telling you the story I'm about to tell you.

But here goes.

In the spring of 2016, which is when this story begins,

I was the New York Times bureau chief in Delhi,

and I was spending a lot of my time trying to solve problems

that were not strictly journalistic.

One thing, our power blinked on and off at two-minute intervals

for much of the day.

This seemed to be related to the troop of monkeys,

Reese's McCawks, that lived on the roof of the building,

and had been chewing through the rubber insulation on the wiring.

During the monsoon, water had seeped into the walls of the office,

which had begun to ripple and smelled like damp cardboard.

We solved these problems the way we solved all our problems,

with makeshift solutions.

There was a word for this in Hindi, to God.

It served to preserve some kind of complex equilibrium

that kept everything running.

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