Earlier I heard the prayer call from a mosque, and now, between the bleats of car horns, I can hear music from a temple somewhere close. The air is clear here and I can even see stars above the nearby fort. Most of the kites have been taken away, I'm just up here amongst the lights that outline the haveli's rooftop killing time in the warm evening before having dinner one floor down at 8pm. All I'm missing is a copy of 1,001 Nights.
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