In my city, we see classical smog—a grey blanket of fog mixed with soot and sulphur from coal and old engines, like a stubborn guest over winter. Photochemical smog, that hazy brown anger from sunlight on traffic fumes, feels more like a Delhi summer story. My knees know the weight of the classical kind, as I drive through Howrah's December mornings where the air tastes of chai and burnt coal. The real difference is not just in chemicals, but in the season it chooses to sit with you.
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