The hungry one toothed monster was digging into the tarmac. Unable to swallow, the chunks lay upturned, the creamy tar layer crushed underneath, like a pastry shop ransacked. The age old rivalry between the water supply department andt he road developement corporation, wasw at play. Only a few dudes on bikes with exceptional skills tried to meander through the four wheeled jungle.

The only people trying to suppress their smiles were the peanut sellers.

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