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Summers could be terrible; in a crowded place like this place to look for a shelter isn’t easy. When the temperature soars we could be wild. But at a time like this, when the bright hot ball has gone down, I feel again that I am alive. May it’s the spongy surface, sometimes the breeze and then the edible litters. Picture courtesy : Bobo Meitei

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