From Meerut to Meppadi, the towns are all ugly now. They are not even uniquely ugly anymore, almost uniformly rather. Yet, as you stick out your nose to breath in fresh air as you travel from one to another, you can smell spices and coffee beans, the drizzle wets your face, and fills your soul with a rare sense of fulfillment. If the ugliness of the next town is not far away, the beauty of the world beyond isn't either.
Treading the uncertain path, passing through unknown territories...
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