India, May 1 -- The cart is heaped with chikoos. In the gathering darkness, the brown-skinned fruits are resembling potatoes. Yet the cart glows. The pink bougainvillea, placed by fruit seller Chahat, is brightening up the pile. This evening, the young man graciously agrees to join our Proust Questionnaire series, in which citizens are nudged to make "Parisian parlour confessions", all to explore our distinct experiences. Your favourite flower. No, it is not these pink flowers that I pluck daily from a roadside hedge to decorate my cart. I actually like the rose. What do you appreciate the most in your friends? Dost ban gaye dushman (friends have turned enemies). Paisa hain paas Toh duniya hain paas Paisa na hon paas Toh yeh mela hai udas L...