●Ayesha●
They say every city has its own rhythm. If Mumbai is a fast-paced beat of a Bollywood dance number, Delhi is the classical raag with its own depth and weight. As I sat in the backseat of our cab, cheek pressed lightly against the windowpane, I inhaled deeply. The air was different. Fresh, but thick with stories—like old books soaked in memories.
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