A demon meets a girl whos life has fallen apart on her, shes certainly an odd girl, she walks through a forest which makes her feel at peace, what will become of this girl and demon?
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
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