Color Process
Come Again Tomorrow 
I Live by the Church 
She Pined in Thought 
Yet, a Barful Strife! 
She Will Veiled Walk 
The Jackal Opened His Bundle of Betel-Leaves 
All Reached the King’s Capital Safe and Sound 
A Great Many Ghosts 
She Brushed by a Sankchinni 
Hundreds of Peacocks of Gorgeous Plumes 
She Took Up the Jewel in Her Hand 
That Girl Is My Wife