Chahat pov :
We were perched atop a vibrantly adorned cycle rickshaw, its canopied frame a canvas of painted mandalas, swirling paisleys, and bright marigold yellows intertwined with cobalt blues. The rickshaw itself was a masterpiece, as if a Holi festival had splashed its spirit onto the metal and wood, transforming a humble ride into a moving mosaic of Indian soul.
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