From the background of it, it looks like she has emerged quite a distance from her palace. The fields around her are plain and a pale green; and not a single tree or bush tended to by the famously skilled Mughal gardeners are within view any longer. A soufflé of the highly characteristic cirrocumulus clouds dominate the skies visible at a distance into the background. Just like those clouds, the princess seems to have wandered in her thoughts to a time, probably to an individual, that the scent of the flower reminds her. Her composure of countenance - and what a fair, soft-featured countenance that is - is one of plunging solemnity, almost sombre. Perhaps no sleep is slated to visit her aching mind the ensuing night.
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