The rustle of silk saris in a temple breeze,
a voice that echoes with the ancient Ganga's flow,
a woman weaves words, her heart at ease,
a tapestry of stories, where ancient myths grow.
She speaks in the language of her ancestors' prayers,
a melody of tongues, vibrant and bold,
her words, a peacock's dance, in the air,
a symphony of whispers,...
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