This man is an auto-rickshaw driver. We were waiting at the lights, going into Delhi from the Tibetan colony at Majnu Katila where we were staying, and he pulled up next to our vehicle.
He looked at us and smiled; then he gave this wolfish, cheeky grin and surveyed us all. I snapped this when he turned to grin at our driver.
Then we were off, turning right against three lanes of traffic, screaming around the bend and into something that looked post-apocalyptic.
I would go back there in a heartbeat for the wonder of it all.