Working on updates for 52 hours non stop... still have the spirit as fresh as morning flowers. Three years back's post and caption...The story in this respect is still the same.
Empurpled rapturous hills I guess and the long day brushstroke by brushstroke enfeebling into darkness and then the fires blooming on the pitch plains.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
Summit Sen
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Soham Sahoo
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Ridhima Aneja Mukherjee
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