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An essence of homecoming

Just check this out. Ignore the black thing standing in the middle of the picture and look at the small dingy which stays afloat. Imagine what it would be like to sit on that boat and enjoy the scenic all around. Look far sitting on the boat and you can see the the 'Kash' growing all through in a stretch, reminding us at once that the Pujas are nearing. The Ganges is muddy and you can almost smell her water. Somewhere hidden in the corner, there may be a crane or kingfisher searching for some fish to catch. The mild sun doesn't beat you down, instead, it appears to smoothly kiss you and spread the aroma of this enchanting time of the year.

Maa aaschen!


P.S- Kudos to the photographer

The picture can be found at Link to picture. Do have a look.


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