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THE KING OF
Surangama
There is nothing impossible in the idea that somebody indulges his taste for music there.
Sudarshana
There is a deep thicket below my window—I try to find out who it is every time I hear the music, but I can see nothing distinctly.
Surangama
Perhaps some wayfarer rests in the shade and plays on the instrument.
Sudarshana
It may be so, but my old window in the palace comes back to my memory. I used to come after dressing in the evening and stand at my window, and out of the blank darkness of our lampless meeting-place used to stream
