The era, the awe, the music, the lights, the woo, the loo all will pass with this night. Tomorrow, nobody will stop here to look at these lights. The same road will be busy with people going to work, buying vegetables, arguing over ten rupees, getting late for somewhere. Even we will get busy with our own little problems. Maybe that's what makes tonight worth looking at. We know it won't remain like this. So we walk a little slower, look around a little longer, and take a picture not because it is extraordinary but because tomorrow it will be ordinary again.
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