DONKEY CARTS, CARS, BULLOCKS, AND TRUCKS... The hee-haws of donkeys braying colliding with the bellows of the bulls, the clinking of bicycles, honking of trucks, cars and rickshaws, the churning engines and brawls of angry drivers amounting to painfully, unmelodious noise pollution. The pedestrians and hawkers, warring with the vehicular traffic, dangerously close to ramming into an unsurprising accident. That’s what I refer to as a traffic jam!
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