In the whisper of the wind, in the rustle of the leaves, in the fragrance of the biryani being cooked, echoes a divine symphony. Have you ever paused to smell the aroma of the jalebis being freshly dipped into the sugar syrup? Those samosas in the burning oil not just dance, but sing hymns of its origin, its roots, and our diverse culture.
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