As you entered the room stirring air with suppleness of walk, waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals, making curtains dance to the sound of bangles: aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks, my paintbrush grew restless, and pen became enraptured; my eyes, and hands. and this and that became electrified.
-Suman Pokhrel
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