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Wednesday, 24 February 2016

An Autobiography of a poppy.

In a closed dark box i lay,it had bee a good eight months since i saw the light of day. Plucked from the embryo of my mother i was put into a small plastic container and labelled.The small plastic container was then put away in the cupboard for the next year. One fine sunny morning in november i was thrown into a well prepared flower bed near Aloe-Vera cottage in a guest house for bnb called LIME -VILLA ON GANGA GHAT VARANASI. I then germinated and grew up into a fine big plant within six weeks, and now i am a beautiful poppy. My bright redness attracts everyone who passes by,many comment and many take photographs of me.Sooner or later my life will come to an end and my beauty will wither away, and i will dry up leaving only an embryo once again for seeds to be collected.'AND HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF'

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