I was born in the early hours of a beautiful spring morning - the time of the year when the city is at its prime. It's stirred by a gentle wind which seems to whisper soft words of new life and reawakening into your ears. I love the feelings it invokes - of vigor, youthfulness and hope. This season will always be special to me. Spring - the harbinger of new beginnings and happiness.
The tree that symbolises this season for me is the fiery semal with red limbs laden with gigantic flowers, which served as lucky charms before exams. Nothing sums up the season as aptly as this poem from our childhood by Kedarnath Agarwal.
The tree that symbolises this season for me is the fiery semal with red limbs laden with gigantic flowers, which served as lucky charms before exams. Nothing sums up the season as aptly as this poem from our childhood by Kedarnath Agarwal.
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