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Amit Jotwani

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Memories of you, bougainvillea flowers strewn carelessly across the cobblestoned path my mind traces, signifying a spring that my heart craves for. Treat your memories well. Sometimes they are the only summer you shall get for a while. #memories #bougainvillea #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Memories of you, bougainvillea flowers strewn carelessly across the cobblestoned path my mind traces, signifying a spring that my heart craves for. Treat your memories well. Sometimes they are the only summer you shall get for a while. #memories #bougainvillea #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Bougainvillea leaves scattered, across a lush green lawn, a harmonious coexistence, between biased colours, unlike gullible humans, provoked by the white cap. #bougainvillea #green #whitecap #BiasedColours #harmony #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Bougainvillea leaves scattered, across a lush green lawn, a harmonious coexistence, between biased colours, unlike gullible humans, provoked by the white cap. #bougainvillea #green #whitecap #BiasedColours #harmony #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Orange bougainvillea leaves, masquerading as flowers, a natural deception, reminiscent of people we know; but at least these ovate acuminate leaves, herald the promise of spring. #orange #bougainvillea #deception #leaves #flowers #spring #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Orange bougainvillea leaves, masquerading as flowers, a natural deception, reminiscent of people we know; but at least these ovate acuminate leaves, herald the promise of spring. #orange #bougainvillea #deception #leaves #flowers #spring #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Sanjana Kumar

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One evening it was there, listening to my woes and being the secret epicenter of my wild treehouse fantasies, and the next morning it wasn't there anymore. I'd lost my poetic inspiration along with my memories of a not-so-real fantasy of building lego houses. //caption// I've always liked drizzling rain. I've liked bus rides in drizzling rains, more. When the light drizzling gave way to full blown spells, I shut down my window. And the glass to that window, was tainted green. Rather unusual, you see. Watching the city go by, all in shades of green. It was amusing. Such sultry looks, looking their sultriest ever when tainted green, piercing my soul from the stillness of those advertisements.

One evening it was there, listening to my woes and being the secret epicenter of my wild treehouse fantasies, and the next morning it wasn't there anymore. I'd lost my poetic inspiration along with my memories of a not-so-real fantasy of building lego houses. //caption// I've always liked drizzling rain. I've liked bus rides in drizzling rains, more. When the light drizzling gave way to full blown spells, I shut down my window. And the glass to that window, was tainted green. Rather unusual, you see. Watching the city go by, all in shades of green. It was amusing. Such sultry looks, looking their sultriest ever when tainted green, piercing my soul from the stillness of those advertisements.