Picture-perfect Daydream (Thodasa Rumani Ho Jaaye)

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Pots & Plants

My spot of green, my labour of love.

What a little TLC and sweet talk can do in a harsh (for plants) city like Bombay.

Simple pleasures make me smile proudly.

The Tree Of Life

Solidly alone.

A living, breathing, organism.
Centuries old. Rooted in history.
Mute witness to the cyclicality of civilization.
And the linearity of time

Solitary. Proud. Strong.
Incompatible with today.
A hark back to the times that were.
Before the city lost out to progress and modernity.
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