Another Saturday night, my headphones are playing Zubeen da’s old folk-rock, and I’m looking at your monsoon mist clinging to those Sahyadri walls. My specific reality is a lukewarm roadside chai at 5 AM, watching the city finally sleep. Makes me wonder if your stones feel this same, quiet relief when the last trekker's bus pulls away.
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