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Wed, 29 Oct 2025 08:57:14 +0000

The morning sunlight slanted through the lace curtains, catching dust motes that swirled like tiny ghosts in my small rented room. The world outside was already alive the milkman shouting, the sound of temple bells, and someone downstairs arguing with their landlord about the unpaid light bill. Delhi never slept. It only shifted moods.