Spring has come and the melody of the nightingale cuckoo fills the mind, the melody of the music playing on the highway at Krishnachura is ringing in the ears. Madan Deb's blessings are all around Abir Ranga, his wife calls him a bird and the boy grows old. Bhramaraya group tied to the flowers blooming in the garden, new leaves and buds on the tree, everything looks amazing. The aura of winter is erased by the colorful decorations of nature, slowly cutting the roughness of so many new crowds.
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Purple flower. The color is so beautiful.