I was just looking at my Mummy's photo and I couldn't explain what kind of love and melancholy pervades my heart. A minute later, a friend from Pune, Anant, shares this with me. It's like the air is filled with poetry - and beautiful whiff of dandelion dust will be sent your way by a pal.
Saturday, June 14, 2025
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Day 44 of 108
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