Main maut se nahin darta – maut mujh se darti hai!
I’m not afraid of death – death is afraid of me!
We stayed in a place where there was a continuous 'shhh' in the air: the breeze passing through hundreds of trees - like a milder version of the sea, or like rain. I kept thinking it was raining and it wasn’t; and then it did rain, and I was fooled. Quick, sharp showers and light drizzles – just what one hopes for in a vacation.
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