When the jeep was full to capacity with at least eight more people clinging to the top and back, the driver finally decided he had enough passengers to make the journey from Neemrana to New Delhi worth his while. All but two of us were non-English speaking Indians. That just made the challenge to connect with our fellow passengers more interesting.
After awhile of riding in silence, surreptitiously stealing glances at each other, I decided this bumpy, too cozy ride could be more fun. I pulled out a pencil and began to fiddle with it in a puzzle-like game of thumbs on top flipped to thumbs on the bottom without letting go of the pencil. Attempts usually lead to some odd hand contortions. Give it a try.
This intrigued my new friend so sitting in our cramped place we passed many a mile in quiet and amiable companionship, without a word or English or Hindi spoken to each other.
Smiles and human connection were enough to share our cultures for a moment in time.