This is the lovely Pushpa in her sari; Indians wears them with such grace (especially Pushpa and Priti!). I can hardly do mine justice! I cannot think of any article of clothing more flatteringly feminine.
The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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