The city no longer trusted the night.
Once, Mumbai thrived after sunset—tea stalls buzzing with laughter, mills emptying their shifts, the sea breeze carrying life into the crowded streets. Now shutters fell early. Rickshaw drivers refused to cross certain lanes. Mothers dragged children inside before the streetlamps flickered on.
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