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The air in our neighbourhood, a familiar hum of anticipation, tells me it’s that time of year again. It’s not just the shops overflowing with shimmering fabrics and fragrant marigolds; it’s the collective breath held, the shared excitement for the traditions that bind us. Every year, as the monsoon recedes, a different kind of magic begins to brew.
The air in our neighbourhood, a familiar hum of anticipation, tells me it’s that time of year again.…