Author's POV:
Days slipped by quietly, almost deceptively so, and soon the city began to thrum again with the rhythm of routine. The monsoon showers that had painted the streets in puddled silver slowly gave way to the crisp air of early mornings, signaling that schools had reopened. The air was filled with the sound of bicycle bells, children’s chatter, and the distant whistle of school buses.
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