uh i think that maybe we're not their big bad enemy any more
I doubt they see us as a nemesis at this point.
I think we're definitely their primary enemy.
A woman is walking outdoors.
An empty park in winter.
The eloquence of dance, like the sculptures on the temples, is a means of transmitting the messages of the holy scriptures and adventures of the great Hindu epics, to its listeners.
There was nothing to see there.
A man is getting his back rubbed by a woman.
The men are walking down the street.