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Closer To Nature…


Thats ME Again...In The Terracota Temple Of Hankseshwari....
The Obscure Tree...
Bananas ....Live In A Tree.
The Temple ...
The Peeping Sun...

Well city lovers like me do not generally love the rural way of life. And it took a lot of persuasion of my moms part to finally get me going to Kuntighat..And hours journey from bandel…Ya its really nice place I must admit though its quite secluded…A little wooden platform set in the middle of a large field and we had reached the place..It looked technically so backward , with seemingly no connection to the modern world…however I must admit it had all the things that Kolkata has and had even more which no city has…Ya Ya you guessed right , I was speaking about greenery, and a sweet smell of wet clay..Along the Ganges the little tinsel town was an awesome place .

Yet more was the phenomenon that took place….First of all the longest bike ride of my career …A ride of more than 80 km, up and down to the Terracotta temple Of Hanksheshwari …The temple was really old and place was really mesmerizing..Its was an experience of the life time..Then a visit to as factory yard of "Keshoram Rayons" And its Effluent Treatment Plant .Through the foul smelling factory I saw the entire process of treatment..It was to near to nature..With acres of mango trees and even more banana trees…lemons, Gulmohors, Litchis, And much more…..The photos are in the process of being uploaded so wait its gonna come soon…

I simply loved the place and long to go there once again…One of my favourite trips for a day or two…What an way to spend a couple of post exam days…good food, great weather , Ganges breeze , fresh fruits ________Why Want Anything Else..????

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Butterfly said…
Ganges breeze is sure to lift up anybody's mood.:-)
I'm sure you enjoyed your trip a lot because another tough year is coming up for you. You have to study for your ISC exam now.Will wait for the photos...
I want to make a request to you. Could you make the colour of the text of your posts a bit darker? Then, it will become easier to read....
March 31, 2008 at 2:34 PM
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