on the edge of the inner city where the older fabric is
suddenly opened out with the insertion of a plaza of colonial buildings – the
post office, the banks. their audacity in commanding the plaza has completely
disintegrated. the city crumbles around and into them. in alleys leading away
from the plaza sudden fragments of the most exquisite details emerge. as we
walk the daylight fades and at night the city becomes even more unreal. men
huddle over bonfires in the darkness away from the harsh tubelights of the
markets and the buildings stand silhouetted darker than the night sky.
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