The heat eventually lulled the carriage into a collective doze. Heads rested on shoulders; fans hummed overhead. Meena closed her eyes, lulled by the scent of jasmine oil and the heat of the sun on her knees. This was the secret of the Ladies Special: it wasn't just a way to get to the beach or the ancestral home. It was a moving bridge between who these women had to be and who they actually were.
: A carousel of 10 unedited or lightly filtered snapshots that capture the "vibe" rather than just the highlights. summer holiday memories with the ladies special