Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Walking down a broken and cracked road, I couldn't help but shiver at the biting cold wind blowing against me. The night was a moonless one, with not a single streetlight to be found. The old, sagging buildings pressing against the street seemed to protest my presence, ever looming over me. I had the overwhelming feeling of not being welcomed as I struggled down the road like a blind man on a journey to nowhere. Then I heard the rustling of fabric, like someone running with robe that's too big. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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