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  • One of the first memories I have is that of our garden. The garden was lush with flowers and plants of all kinds. I used to spend a lot of time there. In the evenings, after sunset, the air would be filled with thick aroma of jasmine. The roses smelt even sweeter then.
    The garden taught me to appreciate simple things. Watching a glorious fruit fall on the ground to serve its purpose taught me to be responsible and humble.
    Years have passed and a shopping mall stands in its place. But whenever I want to go back, I close my eyes and I’m there. Lying down under the tree on a thick moss carpet and drinking the sweet air…..
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