Equus immobilis.

All across India, I’ve been absolutely astonished at the ability of man and beast to sleep, apparently soundly, on the ground amidst the ungodly racket of traffic. They often seem to make no effort to rest someplace more peaceful, passing out in the middle of sidewalks and train stations, on bridges, or in the case of this Bengali pony, in the path of oncoming cars. Perhaps if one lives in that environment one’s whole life, it becomes possible to just shut it all out. For my part, I’m still in the process of being slowly deafened.