Nandini unzipped her luggage, her brow knitted as she talked to herself, "Sara samaan almirah me shift kar leti hun." She stooped to reach a pile of clean clothes and proceeded to walk toward the almirah, visualizing the pleasure of having everything in order.
As she opened the doors wide and extended a hand to put the clothes in, there was a sudden snowdrift of shirts, pants, and towels spilling out, engulfing her like a wave.

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