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As the cab wound its way through the familiar curves of the Himalayan roads, Sitara let out a deep breath, watching the scenery unfold outside. The mountains of Solan are not as towering as those in Shimla, but they carry a warmth, a familiarity that always makes her feel at home. Unlike the bustling city where she studies, Solan has a slower rhythm...pine-covered slopes, tiny houses nestled between the hills, and winding paths that she has walked a hundred times before.