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It was a crisp autumn day in September, and the leaves had just begun to turn. The wind whipped up violently, unleashing a torrent of dead leaves onto the ground. It was wet from recent rainfall, nearly soaked through from being trodden on by careless pedestrians. “Ew!” I thought out loud as I stepped in the slimy sludge that lay under my feet, wiping off my shoe with a nearby rock. This is how Parched begins: shaky camera footage of an empty street lined with trees and dust blowing around in the wind. It is a perfect representation of the harsh reality that comes later. Just as I took a few steps, turned my head to look down the winding road behind me, and continued on my journey through this small village, I heard laughter… “Hello!” I shouted out. But no one replied. I was not driving at the time; rather, I was riding a bicycle around the city of Pune in Southwest India. This trip was part of my semester abroad at Symbiosis International University (SIU) – a private university that is one of the largest in India – located in Pune City. I was traveling solo. I had originally planned to meet up with my roommates for a day trip, but I was distracted by the glorious landscape of this city. Not only are there trees everywhere, but there are also puddles of water all over the roads! The road unsprinkled every few metres here, stopping perfectly at each pothole to give me the perfect photo opportunity. The sun was shining brightly, and it seemed like there was not a cloud in sight! However, just as I rounded the corner on my way through this serene village surrounded by rolling hills, it began to drizzle. I stopped my bicycle, put on my raincoat, and waited out the storm with an umbrella. I began to play my ukulele – yes, I had brought it with me on this trip – and sing along with the folksy tunes that were blasting through my earphones. Slowly but surely, the downpour stopped just as suddenly as it had started. And as if on cue, the sun began to shine through the clouds again. I packed my belongings, hopped back onto my bicycle, and continued on my way… Just as I rounded the corner of a corn field, everything around me seemed to stop for a brief moment. The chirping of birds ceased. The rustling leaves stilled themselves. The air was silent, expectant. I turned around to look behind me. cfa1e77820
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