Thinking of the evening sky laden with dusky orange and rose hues as seen from the window of the top floor of my rented apartment in a small part of Kolkata, India. Loud voices, wafting from the neighbourhood, expressing their love and gratitude for the gods, packaged in hymnal music. An era gone by.
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