A Colorful Crime: What My Father Taught Me

I remember my two plants in Pune, India, that never came out of their owner-induced coma. The Gerbera only opened up its nursery-gifted buds and died right after I managed to sprinkle some water on its pink flowers and relished the clichéd shot of a greenhorn photographer. And the Monkey’s Puzzle, too small to trouble any of our forefathers, had its claws constantly turning brown one after the other, before the…

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Ash

Tech Enthusiast, Writer, University Professor, Photographer and Traveller. Paradoxically straddling Technology and Literature. Personal Blog: www.gogoodness.com