Mango Dreams and Gray Avenues

The scent of ripe mangoes drifts on the warm air, a glowing promise of pleasure. But below, beneath the canopy of spreading trees, the streets are gritty, stamped with concrete that reflects the fiery sun. A child's laughter rings in the winding alleyways, a fleeting gleam of innocence amidst the thrumming life that flows around them. The city

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