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Winter to Mother Nature is a season of minimalism. The colour palette has different shades of grey with tinges of pale green here and there. Occasionally, dollops of fresh, bright colours appear in the form of dahlias in my garden. My garden is a small one; comfortable, cosy place with not many trees or flower around. But, even then, the old, seasoned, intransigent winter has begun to mark its presence quite distinctly.
The periwinkle has lost its lustre. The flowers nod their heads involuntarily with the North wind as if they are dancing in a desultory fashion. The enigmatic violet/pinkish hue has been replaced by pale pink. The roses are behaving like demures, no longer their delicate petals are romping in joy. The glistening green of leaves are heavy with a shade lighter. The branches of the bigger trees are forming geometric patterns intersecting each other; barren, bare branches, devoid…
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