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The Signal Beneath the City


Halfway through the set, the power-grid hiccuped — the city’s pulse skipping a beat — but the collective didn’t flinch. Someone hauled a battery-powered amp from a scooter, another lit lanterns, and the music continued, softer at first, then louder by the virtue of attention. Without the city’s hum, the human rhythms grew clearer: feet, breath, rustle of sarees. It felt like the alley itself was singing.