NO APOCALYPSE NOW
THE LOCUSTS. They came in from the sun, like fighter jets ambushing an unsuspecting enemy. Taking a roadside break on our drive from Delhi to Sariska, my partner and I were admiring the landscape—the Aravalli hills covered in lush green foliage after the first monsoon rains. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a voice from a WWII comic strip crackled over the radio. “Dive, dive, dive!” We scrambled back into the Jeep Compass, shut the doors, and waited for the swarm, so dense that it nearly eclipsed the sun, to
