They called it wasteland, but every winter, it turned pink.

Along the edge of Navi Mumbai, where the city fades into Thane Creek, a vast wetland was being prepared for disappearance. Mangroves were cut overnight. An 80-hectare stretch was booked for luxury housing, infrastructure, and a golf course. On paper, it was called development, but on the ground, it meant the slow unravelling of a living system.

Because this land was never empty.

Each year, thousands of........

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