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The story of Nakshi Kantar Math itself spread out in front of us like a beautiful quilt. One can almost see the fields, the young girls, villagers and the still night. The day draws to an end, swimming in the red blood of sunset, All the day's playfulness wrapped in the corner of the black sari of the Queen of Night, And the darkness of night falls on all the paths in the mind of Shaju. Night comes and rubs salt into all the wounds of her heart. Laying a mat on the floor, and spreading out he

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