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The air was filled with the aroma of local food, a sweet fragrance of freshly cooked jalabi lingered in the atmosphere. The horns of rickshaws and the prayer call from a nearby mosque could be heard from across a mile. This was a regular day in the lives of people living in the most cultured city of the country:...
She watched the sun fall behind the horizon, face aglow with the last rays before the twilight beckons the stars. She knew these colors would fade within the gloomy despair of night, a sign of suffering that tomorrow is going to bring. It’s better to suffer alone. She glared at the clouds. Never had she realized how tenuous and...

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