Writing

  • The Pink Frock

    Cutting through the winter haze, the colours that rose into the afternoon —blue, green,yellow, all mingled together,looked like a cluster of soap bubbles . Along both banks ofthe quiet river stretched an endless yellow of mustard flowers. From the dusty road, theslope leading down to the river was carpeted with green grass . In the…


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