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Oct 2022
Conchs of divine hearts are emitting mellifluous songs from the heavens, transported by winds of devotion. Sullen souls unfurl like flowers gently stroked by the sun, and joyfully float in the air like young birds on their maiden flight.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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