At 9:15, Anjali stepped out. The gully had transformed. The kolam from the morning was already half-wiped away by bicycle tires and stray feet. A man was ironing clothes on the pavement, his coal-filled iron hissing. A toddler in a dhoti was crying, refusing to go to preschool.
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