"The silence of the night was pleasantly broken by the tinkling of our anklet bells as we hurriedly made our way past the boundaries of Barsana and into the love-soaked forests of Vrindavan.
We walked and we ran, as if in a trance, madly pursuing the bewitching baansuri ki dhun, beckoning us into the mystic depths of the forest - our eyes all thirsty to behold the even more bewitching form that awaited us in some secluded grove, with that non pareil smile smeared across it's lips."
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