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She turned away from the window and walked over to the easel standing in the center of the room. It was the only thing not packed. The canvas was a riot of colors—indigo, burnt orange, and violent streaks of white. It wasn't a landscape, and it wasn't a portrait. It was a feeling. It was the noise of the traffic, the smell of the monsoon, the taste of street-side chai, and the sting of a broken heart, all smeared onto canvas. She typed Not yet , then deleted that too