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#*The morning sun plays hide and seek between the hills Miles and miles of strawberry fields The little green plants wear winter smiles and baby strawberries unripe The innocent clouds in a clear sky Hold a dialogue in patterns pristine Missed by their cousins in the city skies Bougainvillea adorned villas And Cozy homes Warli paintings on the walls Red soil and dusty country roads Tablelands and Parsi point Scenic hills and the Sahyadri valley view Mapro garden a place to go For sandwiches and strawberry cream The river stream gleams under the setting sun A perfect cup of masala chai An evening well spent*#
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Panchgani- The hill station
#*The morning sun plays hide and seek between the hills Miles and miles of strawberry fields The little green plants wear winter smiles and baby strawberries unripe The innocent clouds in a clear sky Hold a dialogue in patterns pristine Missed by their cousins in the city skies Bougainvillea adorned villas And Cozy homes Warli paintings on the walls Red soil and dusty country roads Tablelands and Parsi point Scenic hills and the Sahyadri valley view Mapro garden a place to go For sandwiches and strawberry cream The river stream gleams under the setting sun A perfect cup of masala chai An evening well spent*#
sarita-aditya-verma
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
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