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16 years back, was the last time I'd been taught

16 years back, was the last time I'd been taught to feel the delicate wings between my fingers. //caption// The delicate leaf. -Sanjana Kumar. I mistook the folded leaf, attached to one of the many brown, wiry branches of the hibiscus plant on my roof garden, for a butterfly. It looked a light shade of yellow from afar, like the wings of the common butterfly. And I approached it. And I wondered why it wasn't sensing my approaching feet.
16 years back, was the last time I'd been taught to feel the delicate wings between my fingers. //caption// The delicate leaf. -Sanjana Kumar. I mistook the folded leaf, attached to one of the many brown, wiry branches of the hibiscus plant on my roof garden, for a butterfly. It looked a light shade of yellow from afar, like the wings of the common butterfly. And I approached it. And I wondered why it wasn't sensing my approaching feet.
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