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  • On the edge, blossoms are sold by the kilo. In the tunnels, moving in, the flowers are picked over, separated and sewn into strings, ropes, garlands and curtains. Here you smell the intense fragrance of rose, lily, jasmine, geranium and cow dung. You hear the buzz of bees and celebration gossip. A baby elephant size burlap bag trots through with a human voice shouting "clear the way" from under it. In the center, lit by a skylight, the ropes of flowers are coiled, for sale by the forearm length. Chai makes the rounds. People from the outside casually purchase their pooja needs and retreat into the sunlight.
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