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The bells of opulence rung across the city halls,marking the beginning of The festival
The sound spread in every alley bringing a promise of good tiding

She took her dupatta(head scarf) and ran towards the window
The white painted houses aligned perfectly in her sight,she waited impatiently throwing herself half out of the window
The doors of every house sprung open,her gaze widened and within seconds the children ran out of their homes running towards each other
A giggle left her lips,eyes sparkling thinking of the new joys this year would bring

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