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The air hung thick and sweet, clinging to my skin like a forgotten memory. The bus lurched forward, a reluctant participant in the city’s cacophony. Honking rickshaws weaved between us, their drivers shouting greetings and curses in equal measure. It was sensory overload, a stark contrast to the orchestrated calm of New York City I’d called home for the past seven years. Yet, beneath the surface…
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