Outside, a car honked and honked as it drove slowly by, its tires crunching on the street. Then silence — total silence. And then another car, slowly honking as it, too, slowly passed. These were new sounds, disquieting sounds, and they made us look outside.
At first, we thought our window had fogged up. It took us some time to realize that no, Delhi had fogged up, worse than we’d ever seen it.
This was the street outside our house (as compared to the same view when there is no fog). It was eerie. Stephen King novel eerie. Beyond these two lights, you could see nothing. In the distance, a dog barked sporadically; somewhere across the street, a guard coughed, the sound strangely near in the thick air. Otherwise, except for the few cars slowly passing, Delhi was silent, and that was the scariest part of all.