tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788495055344273193.post7903960413112639141..comments2023-07-20T00:56:15.361-07:00Comments on Ahil Amar: An Apple - A blind man's view.Ahilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07639897661795083667noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788495055344273193.post-9304605181019354652011-05-02T22:53:42.407-07:002011-05-02T22:53:42.407-07:00:) I wrote this with an apple in my hand. I grew u...:) I wrote this with an apple in my hand. I grew up in the city never seen an apple orchard in my life.<br />I hope you liked the blog.Ahilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07639897661795083667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4788495055344273193.post-4930053188392413142011-05-02T05:26:03.793-07:002011-05-02T05:26:03.793-07:00I grew up next door to an apple orchard. The scent...I grew up next door to an apple orchard. The scent of apple blossoms is amazing. It's more haunting than any rose because unlike the overpowering aromas of orange and lemon it slips almost unnoticed into your reality, a subtle reminder it is, indeed, spring.1FictionalReporterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08019269619806095562noreply@blogger.com