With the chilly winter winds blowing,
I have become the victim of love again.
Now I know that no two winters are the same,
and the tides of time I can’t tame.
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Both of them run parallel to each other -winters and the waning love - have been portrayed very beautifully though with a sense of nostalgia and pain. It was so nice to think about someone so gifted sitting in the remote corner of tranquility called Bhutan.
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Both of them run parallel to each other -winters and the waning love - have been portrayed very beautifully though with a sense of nostalgia and pain. It was so nice to think about someone so gifted sitting in the remote corner of tranquility called Bhutan.