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  "title": "Feeling through the Cities - Koramangala",
  "publishedAt": "2020-12-31T18:30:00.000Z",
  "textContent": "My house is in a silent place in koramangala  \nThere is no cars rushing to get to the other side of my cul-de-sac like area  \nA few dogs bark hesitantly at night  \nQuasi-police employed by a corporation frequently whiz around on silent electric bikes  \nPeople walk on the streets sometimes talking between themselves or on headphones  \n\nIn the morning, there's the sound of water rushing through pipes to meet beautiful small gardens  \nA little before that there's a herd of buffaloes that passes through my area to go to graze  \nThey go back before anyone wakes up too  \nThe only sign that they did are long lines of moist dung that  \ndries during the day  \nOr gets spread around by tires  \nOnly to be topped up in the morning  \n\n{% include components/section-divider.html style=\"dots\" %}\n\nOn the other side of the park is a playground where boys play in the evening  \nSometimes the pourakarmikas come for meetings  \nI see them in the morning too, shuffling about cleaning up leaves and flowers  \nThe garbage truck comes and goes while I'm asleep  \n\n{% include components/featured-quote.html \n  text=\"Chalapathi, I know his name, because I pay him every two months on Google Pay  \nI can't seem to remember the names of anyone else because I pay them cash\"\n  align=\"right\"\n  size=\"large\"\n%}",
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