The city meets itself here;
Where the air holds every scent
Where mothers find hope in their vegetables,
And everything is known to be cheaper–
‘A hub of solutions for poor people’
God does not exist here,
Only sweat
Here,
Many layers of survival
Meet in their silences
Many lives are stitched together
You meet the hustler, the dreamer, and the forgotten
And those that wander
In the spell of their lives.
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