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A fallen flower ....

A fallen flower......

One night, in the first week of July after the rains were on a respite I went for a walk in the beautiful campus of Naval Officer’s Residential Quarters.

A delicate beautiful brightly radiant flower had fallen from its green pedestal. It lay on the dark hard unfeeling concrete.

After passing by it, something tugged at my heart and I returned back. I bent on my knees to gaze closely at it’s fragile beauty. I took a few pictures. Picking it up gently I laid it to rest on the wet greenery beside the dark road.

An experience in humility reminding of our own passage from this world.

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