It is as if there were in Kunda Nandini something not of this world, as though she were not made of flesh and blood, but of moonbeams and the scent of flowers.

Nothing presents itself to my mind at this moment to which to liken her.

Incomparable being! her whole person seems to breathe peace.

If in some clear pool you have observed the sheen produced by the rays of the autumn moon, you have seen something resembling her.

I can think of no other simile." Surja Mukhi's reply to Nagendra's letter came in a few days.