Question Nos. 121-127: Read the passage given 122. From the passage, we understand that below and answer the questions that follow: Madhurima looked down from her balcony. It was early, much earlier than she had ever been up before. The springtime sun had come streaming between the curtains in her bedroom and headed straight for her face, like a warm feather duster tickling her nose, like a golden voice humming in her ear. And what was it humming? That a new fresh day was ready to start. And the sooner she got up, the sooner it would begin. Out on the balcony, the railing was wet with dew. The tiles under her bare feet were cold. The air was still chilly from the night. Madhurima pulled her dressing gown snug around her. Twelve storeys below, the street was empty. A bird twittered. Its voice was clear and pure. It warbled, stopped, and warbled again, as if it were so early that not even the birds were sure whether they should start singing yet. Madhurima listened. The chilly air made her skin tingle, and the chirping song of the birds made her smile, and the empty street made her happy, because everything she could see from her balcony, the whole city, was hers, and there wasn't anyone else to share it with.
Aempty street
Bchirping birds
Cthe springtime chill
Dthe wet railing