{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"There Are Other Rivers","title":"Noon","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/9fb0739a\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":307,"description":"I’m irritable, impatient, out of love with India. Walking immerses me so deep that at times I feel I am drowning in it all, in the India described so well by Naipaul, “the broken roads and footpaths, the brown gasoline-and-kerosene haze adding an extra sting to the fierce sunlight, mixing with the street dust and coating the skin with grit and grime; the day-long cicada-like screech, rising and falling, of the horns of the world’s shabbiest buses and motorcars.” ","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/httK2U-jfdmr9pDLp2s_BNxk0p4psETi8CAHNicCvmg/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9zaG93/LzcxNzcvMTU3OTYx/MjUxMy1hcnR3b3Jr/LmpwZw.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}