We Bloom.

What she thinks
When she sinks
Into the skins
Of her lovers

What she discovers

When she looks
The other way

A tree with orange birds
An orange bird with blue and green colours

I see her in black and white
Sometimes

In purple
In yellow

In every rhyme

Sometimes

I am that lover

Sometimes
I discover

What no one has
No one will ever.

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Nandini Bansal

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Fresh out of college, Nandini is bursting with enthusiasm for the unexplored. She writes, paints, photographs and waltzes around town both when inspired and when searching for inspiration. Her trademark is her unique quirkiness and an all-accepting nature that truly sets her apart from, well, the crowd. 
She plays hide and seek with ideas and that safely, is her favourite thing to do. Ask for no more.

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