Seeing the female Koel-birds, in the company of their male counterparts, is enough to torment the forlorn lover, that Parāṅkuśa Nāyakī is. If, on the top of this, these birds, well-mated, start cooing their love-notes as well, it would indeed be the farthest limit of forbearance for the desolate Nāyakī. Well, it might be argued that it is not the fault of these birds that + Read more