S1: | The December dance and music season in Madras is like the annual tropical cyclone. |
P : | A few among the new aspirants dazzle witht he colour of youth, like fresh saplings. |
Q : | It rains an abundance of music for over a fortnight. |
R : | Thick clouds expectation charge the atmosphere with voluminous advertisements. |
S : | At the end of it one is left with the feeling that the music of only those artists seasoned by careful nurturing, stands tall like well-routed trees. |
S6: | Many a hastily planed shrub gets washed away in the storm. |
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