Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: The thunderclouds broke up. And the rain dried up. The lightning let up. The clacking shutters just shut up. There's no black or white; no change in the light; no night; no golden sun. The sound of cars, the smell of bars, the awful feeling of electric heat. Under fluorescent lights, there's sacrifice; there's hard feelings; there's pointless waste. I want wind to blow. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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