Treat to eyes

 Red mandaras appeared on this plant on a hot, humid day, reassuring a return to normal times. They seemed like a blessing to my doubting self. These are the ones I have known all these years, though many have appeared in different forms and colours. These originals, with their red petals and yellow tongues dotted with red on top, stood out. The well-grown plant looked healthy and confident—a good treat.

 


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