Breaking the silent poverty of the bare branches,
the shimul bloomed in fiery red.
Spring is not merely a season, my friendβ
itβs an endless web of enchantment and illusion.
ITAPπΈ
Those flowers that reflect the elegance of nature and can be used to adorn the person I cherish mostβ¦ πΈπ
my love for them blooms just as beautifully as those very petals.
Love does not mean leaving, love means staying by each other's side even in the midst of disaster
, may all love be fulfilled.β€οΈβ€οΈ
Har Har Mahadev π