Driving on one of the roads parallel to the Outer Ring Road, we came upon a winding stretch of new, black road with few signs, one dog that looked dead but when we passed it, got up and wagged at us.
By the side of the road, and in the distance, Gachibowli.
This is what they need to get out of the way to get there.
Road, rocks, sky, clouds. Once there were more of some things and less of others.