Mother India, bejewelled phantom, the epitome of "love-hate" relationships, one moment bestowing glories of unknown promise on you, the next confronting you with the abject poverty and public defecation. Oh India! Mother Goddess, the silk in which we wrap our face and hide our eyes. The country of conundrums, but also the subcontinent of extreme stomach satisfaction.
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