The Attack of The Pigeons.
I hate pigeons.
This morning, I stepped out of my bathroom and was attacked by a pigeon. It snuck in through a slightly cracked window and when I opened the door to my bedroom it flew directly for my head. Both of us were startled; I fell on my back and the bird began to flap around repeatedly ramming itself into the glass windows. After a five minute negotiation, the pigeon finally left, but not before leaving its mark. I spent the next 30 minutes cleaning the random pigeon poop that was all over my apartment.
This wasn’t the first time my apartment was attacked by pigeons. When the AIF fellows were in Ahmedabad, Michael and Carolyn’s friend, Phil, came back to my apartment and were greeted by four pigeons (after a thorough investigation, it was proven that Hemant left the window open…). Too afraid to go into my apartment, they called on my neighbor to come in and chase the pigeons away with a broom. Again, not before pooping on every piece of furniture in my apartment.
These piegons own Ahmedabd. Their green and white droppings cover every side walk in the city. They are even more scary when they move around in groups because you are certain to get pooped on…I think Professor Grant was right.
Disregards.
finding rickshaw. 
eeks! yeah… sorry about the leaving the window open thing