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A hyper-realistic photo of a chaotic Delhi street at dawn: narrow lanes packed with auto-rickshaws, cyclists, and faded buildings adorned with Bollywood posters and Hindi shop signs ("Chai, Samosa, 10₹"), hazy golden-hour light filtering through dust. In the foreground, a weathered middle-aged vegetable seller (wrinkled face, sweat-soaked faded checked shirt, turban) strains to push his overloaded wooden cart piled with spinach, onions, and carrots, rusty wheels creaking. Towering behind him, Lord Shiva manifests as a colossal, semi-transparent figure (50 feet tall) with ash-smeared skin, flowing dreadlocks intertwined with stars, a glowing third eye, and a crescent moon in his hair; one of his four arms gently touches the cart, channeling wispy golden energy lines to ease its movement, while others hold a trident (trishul) and drum (damaru). The scene contrasts divine serenity with gritty realism—stray dogs, a chai-walla pouring tea, an elderly woman haggling over tomatoes, and a roadside shrine with marigolds and incense smoke. National Geographic-level details: sharp focus on the seller’s sweat, wrinkled hands, and cart textures, muted highlights on Shiva’s translucent form, warm sepia shadows, and vibrant vegetable hues, depth of field blurring the chaotic crowd to highlight the seller and Shiva’s cosmic presence.
