Bougainvillea, a nostalgic emblem of my childhood, held a unique place in the floral landscape. Unlike the revered marigolds and lilies that adorned religious ceremonies and prestigious bouquets, bougainvillea resided humbly in the yards of regions less endowed with abundant rains, sophisticated irrigation systems, or sprawling lakes.These vibrant blooms, often referred to as "paper flowers" in the local parlance, graced the everyday with their riotous hues and undeniable presence. While they lacked the ceremonial significance of their counterparts, bougainvillea exuded an unassuming charm that colored the mundane with its vivid beauty.In the tapestry of flowers, they were the unsung heroes—omnipresent yet overlooked, taken for granted in the yards of homes where the absence of grandeur did not diminish their allure. They didn't bask in the limelight of worship rituals or find themselves meticulously arranged in festoons or prestigious bouquets for important occasions.The mystery of their origin lingered, a testament to their understated existence. Despite their lack of official recognition, bougainvillea stood as a testament to the resilience and vibrancy that nature could offer, adding a touch of nostalgia to the landscapes of those regions fortunate enough to host them. In the symphony of blossoms, bougainvillea played a subtle but cherished note, etching itself into the memories of those who took a moment to appreciate its quiet, enduring beauty.
-SV Prabhath
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