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In the state of Uttarakhand mountains
the early morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over the quaint houses and winding streets.
The mountains seemed to come alive with the chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves.
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Amidst this serene backdrop, a young woman stood in front of her easel, a forgotten paintbrush in one hand and a blank canvas waiting to be transformed.
Her long, mahogany hair fell in loose waves around her, and there was a concentrated look on her face as she soaked in the beauty of the dawn.
The aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the earthy scent of the early morning air.
It was on a day much like this that the familiar strains of an old song floated in through the open windows of her studio. The melodious voice from the radio sings and she sings along with it..
"Suhana Safar aur ye mausam hasi ~"
(A pleasant journey and beautiful weather~)
The lyrics seemed to dance in the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.
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