Cold weather at Manduadih, Varanasi

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I got down from my coach in the morning at Manduadih station of Varanasi. The weather had changed over night. The wind had chill. People were huddled around fire at the end of Rly platform. The sky was clear and there was hope that day would see some warmth.

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