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11 - The Silent Blossom

The cool air of morning, mixed with the fragrance of blooming flowers, wrapped around me softly. The birds chirped, their melody blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves. For a person like me, who had always slept amidst the bustling crowds or between the hum of vehicles or in a single room adjacent to the bus stops or in the railway stations, this calm atmosphere felt like a melody. There were no blaring horns, no rattling trains, no restless footsteps, no noise. Only peace!

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