leaves sprout up from the branches of rose plants at the onset of
winter. It's not winter now here in india but there is something in
the air very subtle only felt in the early morning- which is
comparable only with the budding mind of a girl of fourteen -who feels
but not yet aware of what she wants. Or why she feels so.
From a rose plant-pot on the roof of our house.
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