a Remembrance of impermenance


The vibrant colours, glamour, and beauty of the season are but a brief spectacle. The majestic gulmohar's splendor is short-lived, soon swept away like trash. Whether through the lens of Vedanta or personal experience, these floral beauties taunt us with their charm, only to wither and turn to dust too soon. Grappling with life's cruelties can be a painful reminder of impermanence.

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