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S₁: The December dance and music season in Madras is like the annual tropical cyclone.
S₆: Many a hastily planted shrub gets washed away in the storm.

P: A few among the new aspirants dazzle with the colour of youth, like fresh saplings.
Q: It rains an abundance of music for over a fortnight.
R: Thick clouds of expectation charge the atmosphere with voluminous advertisements.
S: At the end of it one is left with the feeling thafthe music of only those artists seasoned by careful nurturing, stands tall like well rooted trees.