Wrapped in a sheet of sweat, my skin uncomfortably sticky and my hair frizzier than ever, I stepped into the National Museum to cool off and escape from the crowded streets of New Delhi. Then I saw it. A smudged plexiglass affixed to the wall in the lobby, with a sign that read "Object of the Month." I can’t remember what the object of the month was, bu…
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