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Chandni Chowk, Delhi Swallow this summer street, then wait for the monsoon. Needles of rain melt on the tongue. Will you go farther? A memory of drought holds you: you remember the taste of hungry words and you chew syllables of salt. Can you rinse away this city that lasts like blood on the bitten tongue? 26 ...

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