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 The Day I Realized India’s Future Might Be Buried Inside Dead Scooters Three nights ago, I was sitting behind an electric scooter repair shop in Kerala waiting for a friend who fixes battery packs for delivery bikes. The place smelled like hot solder, rainwater, and burnt plastic.

 The Day Heat Stopped Feeling Like Weather A friend of mine from North India was telling me how brutal the temperature has become there lately, especially for construction workers, farmers, and delivery workers spending hours under direct sunlight. That sentence stayed with me longer than it should have.