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December

The old streets were a maelstrom of activity; with the hum of modernity ringing in my ears, I entered this cosy capsule of rustic Indian charm...

As I relaxed and scanned the tempting menu of soul food that had changed little through the ages, I watched the knife-grinders, shoe-shiners, shoppers and stargazers become contented grazers and sharers...

And after my first bite of the street, the journey had begun; my taste buds danced to the captivating flavour-mantra my heart was beating to; my soul lifted as it remembered eastern divinity...only then did I know the true taste of India...

Outside, the skyline rose relentlessly; engines revved and technology advanced, but I remained weightless, immersed and suspended in the supreme majesty of the moment...

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