"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore, William Radice (2011). “Gitanjali: Song Offerings”, p.176, Penguin Books India
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