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Pahadon ke beech base ek chhote se gaon, 'Komorebi', mein subah ki shuruaat hamesha narm dhoop aur chidiyaon ki chahchahat se hoti thi. Ek ladki, jisne wahi apna purana nile rang ka jacket aur beige skirt pehni hui thi, apni purani cycle lekar nikal padi. Uske bag mein ek purani diary thi jiske pan…

Pahadon ke beech base ek chhote se gaon, 'Komorebi', mein subah ki shuruaat hamesha narm dhoop aur chidiyaon ki chahchahat se hoti thi. Ek ladki, jisne wahi apna purana nile rang ka jacket aur beige skirt pehni hui thi, apni purani cycle lekar nikal padi. Uske bag mein ek purani diary thi jiske panne thode pile pad chuke the. ​Jab wo gaon ke purane phatak se guzar rahi thi, usne dekha ki ek ajeeb si neeli titli