Trains and people in orange. Tens of thousands of people in orange. That’s a regular scene that became engraved in my mind when I traveled through northern India in the early 1990s. Crowded train cars, passengers with fire in the eyes. The mass of people looked daunting. In one-on-one conversations, held in broken Hindi and English, individuals turned out to be friendly yet also mysterious. Where were all these people in the saffron-orange robes going?
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