57056 peths of pune
In the old peths of Pune, the traffic is relentless. Endless motorbikes
compete with push carts, rickshaws, and buses, each wheedling for just an
inch more of space. A pedestrian must put his faith in their drivers, for
progress is impossible if you stand petrified at the street’s edge.
57049 end of night
Field. In the pre-dawn, the city of Pune, India, slowly rises. Sounds that
drift across the river are torn apart by the strut and surface of the
intervening forms of buildings, shredded by their mass and matter and,
deformed and reformed by their passage, are reassembled as soft moans and
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