"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."
"I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore (1961). “The wayfaring poet”
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