This is Anzali; a port city in the margins of the Caspian Sea. Somehow when I saw this city, I discovered myself in it; though I was not even born there. I wandered around it on different days and seasons, I found it a lonely city. I saw the city in rainy days, looked at the people closely and even watched it keenly in its reckless silence. Once I focused accurately on this geographic site, and as I encountered certain issues and faced the existing elements in the city, I came across a rather unconventional conversation
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