Soho ki raat mein ek alag hi rang hota hai.
Woh rang jo din mein nahi hota — woh rang jo sirf tab aata hai jab sheher ka guard thoda neeche aa jaata hai, jab neon lights sadak ko unreal bana deti hain, jab log thoda zyada bold ho jaate hain kyunki raat mein sab kuch thoda zyada anonymous hota hai. Neon boards ki chamak. Club ke bahar bikhri hue hassi. Taxi horns. Footpath par chalti bheed jisme har koi apni direction mein ja raha tha, apni speed par, apni zindagi mein.
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