She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no su — Jawaharlal Nehru
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She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no succeeding layer had completely hidden or erased what had been written previously.

— Jawaharlal Nehru
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