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Ode to the Mysore Pak
The days had become miserable, marked by medicines taken in the hope of sleep. Nights passed counting sheep, while the days that...
The days had become miserable, marked by medicines taken in the hope of sleep. Nights passed counting sheep, while the days that...
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Today, its a yellow colored rose flower.. It will gradually become a wild red rose in next seven days...
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