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Yes, Bijay babu, it is a riot of colours as spring steps in... there is clamour, there is glamour and rumour of love rises like wild fire... a great celebration of life! Thank you, sir for your observation.
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Maddened by the change in Nature and the blossoms blooming with the fragrance spread around, she fails to check her and the sweet notes start breaking spontaneously. The simul tree in blossom, the palash too clustered with. The gulmohurs waiting to add to glamour, gala and glaze.
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