India doesn’t just surprise you with its contrasts—it knocks you over with them. One minute you’re weaving through a crush of rickshaws and scooters in Mumbai or Delhi, horns blaring, life moving at breakneck speed. The next, you’re in a quiet village where time seems to shuffle instead of run. But there’s a steady pulse beneath all of it, and it comes from people you might not even notice: the street vendors. These folks are up long before dawn, hauling out hot chai, crispy samosas, and snacks painted in every color you can imagine. They fill the air with smells