The gate to the puranic story

this gate is ironically abadoned, a bit forgotten, plaster peeling off its large icons- maybe because it is almost the longest path into the city and the settlements around it are of the poorer people, many migrants who have come from far away, people of lower castes who serve the city. They perform some of these stories, on makeshift stages, a sharp joie de vivre permeates these quarters, as maybe ennui stalks the palace corridors

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