It was on the very night the horse entered the square, that an old man living in the city of Bombay had a peculiar dream. He had dreamt that the city of Bombay was no more. Demolished for a reason that escaped his comprehension, he walked through the lonely roads of the city of the past, that was called Bombay and he watched as a new city was being birthed in its place, but he could not see or identify it. His people were nowhere to be found; they had left no traces.
The city roads were being dug, which was not an unusual sight in the city, but what the old man could not understand was that some people were rebuilding the road at the same moment as they were breaking it. These people looked familiar, but he knew they were strangers.
The buildings were being torn down, but new identical stones and bricks were being used to rebuild the same structure that had been destroyed in the very same place. The man could not understand who they were and why they were doing it. While this occurred, all the statues in the city were hiding
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