Arunachal Pradesh, the land of Dawn

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As a child, I did not know that summer vacations means we had to go anywhere such as Delhi or any hill stations. It was all about writing an essay saying that I went to Puri this year and Sikkim last year. But in reality all we went was to my maternal uncle’s house in Baidyabti or my maternal aunt’s house in Khardaha. Yes that was it. I would play with my siblings, eat mangoes and bathe in the pond. Holidays were neither fun nor exciting for us. I don’t recall my father taking me anywhere else other than these two places, mainly because he did not have the financial means to take me to some fancy hill stations or Delhi. But I wouldn’t let that happen to my sons. In a way, I would be able to relive my childhood when I take my sons for a trip during the vacations. So for today’s Bengalis, Dipuda means whether it is Digha, Puri, Darjeeling om Google Map. This time when we were looking for a holiday, three months ago, his friend Debashish and Sumit. I was standing at the station with Sumit drinking red tea and planning a summer vacation location, ‘Adidagamichapala’ means Arunachal, Diu, Daman, Goa… etc. Let’s talk about Arunachal
Do you know the meaning of Arunachal? The country of the first light of dawn! But all I knew is that. The more I knew through geography or Google, the more I wanted to visit that place. The moment I was able to capture the moment with the eyes of the camera and the game in the clouds in the sun. The shots of life that can never be taken can only be seen standing there in awe, their story. I will say. Everything else is the same, everything else is fairy tale.
Much different from Himalayan tourism, this Arunachal hill station in the north-east is very different from the rest of the world because it is still considered to be an ‘unexplored territory’ for tourist. You won’t be able to many tourists flock here. Be it the communication system or be it the hotel, the food facility or the mature professionalism of sightseeing, none is up to date in Arunachal yet. So comparatively, in the hilly paradise filled with other crowds in the North East, the crowds here are really less. This place is like what we call in English ‘Pristine Beauty’. It has unadulterated beauty that is still spread here in layers. But once this place is explored by tourist don’t get surprised to see large number on egg roll shops or crowds just like what you see in Esplanade.
We made our team heavy with three more families of friends. Me, my wife, my mother-in-law, and my children. My friend, Shounak went to Arunachal Bhaban three times, he was in charge of getting all our permissions for the eleven of us. You can’t cross the border or go one step further without international permission. An official from the Arunachal Bhavan contacted a tour operator informing that everything was fine. There are many places to visit in Arunachal Pradesh, but there are many twists and turns in the hilly roads. The condition of the roads is not that great. You have to go to Arunachal Pradesh by taking all your winter clothing as it is quite chilly over there. You got to look like a foreign back packer rather than an Indian one. If you are going in winter which means it’s about to be the most delusional time of the year, as well. Go ahead only if you have the physical fitness, the courage to adapt to any environmental situation and the courage to accept all the surprises of the good and bad of the mountain path. I am giving an almost legal warning. Because of what we’ve been through in the past, and why we’ve heard the story so far however, we need to say a little bit about the tour schedule. Our journey was from Guwahati to Bharukpong. From there it is Guwahati via Tawang and Bombadila.
The journey is not as easy as it sounds. We started our journey from Guwahati by car at around 3 pm, crossed Tezpur, Dishpur, Shonitpur and much of the rest of Assam and reached the direction of Brahmapur. When our car was running towards Bhalukpong, I looked at my watch and realised that seven hours have already passed.
According to Buddhadeb Guha when you come into nature you mind and body gets aligned. That thing, that work which could not be done elsewhere, that which could not be thought of, can be done, can be thought. We are always in our elements wherever we come. Exactly the few elements that we are made of, all those layers of feeling are covered in a layer of dust and smoke of the city, they are buried so deep inside the flesh-and-blood that it does not realize their existence. But in this open air, in this open sky, in the footsteps of this generous light forest, as soon as you set foot, a suppressed joy begins in the body, in the mind, in every nook and cranny. We come back to us, to our feelings.
We had been going for five hours without any interruption. The car was moving closer to the sky and I saw a small white Buddhist building on the other side of the bluish green hill like the distance of the old woman. The fountain that was glistening from afar is like the ribbon of the hair on the head of the girl returning to school. As we were climbing upwards, the weather was getting cooler.
Ravi Tagore’s journey to Shillong was wonderful as he had described it in his book. We reached the hill with the squeaking car. Silence on the way and the eye-catching nature seemed to be just the right companions. The windshield of the car got occasionally covered with thick fog like white smoke. Just like the misty sky at five in the morning. There it is, all this white, nothing is visible even at a distance of one hand, look again, all of them disappear. At another turn, as our car drove through a huge row of huge pines, I could see with my head held high, smiling at the top of the sky-touching tree was the sunlight.
Crossing the Elephant Corridor, the stillness of the night and the darkness split the headlights in two. It was very late at night when the car was running towards Bhalukpong with the lights on. A little earlier we had crossed the vast Brahmaputra. After going about twenty kilometers further in front lies the border of Bhalukpong. The entrance to the street is made in the shape of a huge buffalo horn. Army men were all around and the strict guard after taking a good look at the inner line permit from us, let us through. The next destination was Hotel Druk. In the darkness, on the hilly roads, in the dim light, it was very difficult to find the hotel. After some time it was found. Then after a quick meal and lying down, it being a hilly place at night by ten o’clock it was quiet as the midnight. I was woken up by the sound of chicken the next morning. The environment was quite different in the morning. In the morning the mountain has its own caress, that caress has a lot of anger, sadness, rage inside the mind
The sound of birds, the sound of water dripping from the leaves of trees, the sound of silence. I grabbed apashmina from the bag I got out, wrapped my head around my body and stood on the balcony next to the house.
Bhalukpong place is like a small dot in the Google map. There is magic in the road in front of the hotel. The red of Krishnachura flower and the blue mixed with Adigante are mixed with the sun. Bamboo, stones and more on both sides of the road. There are various raw houses made with Darma, Buddhist flags were hanging at the gate of the houses. People were cooking in the morning oven. The bluish white smoke is rising and matching the group of clouds hanging in the sky. With gaps in the fence made of Darma, chicks, small flocks of sheep were coming out.
Another turn in front! There was a small monastery in front of the turn. The young lamas have a rosary in their hands, circling the whole monastery with their eyes fixed on their feet, muttering at the tip of their lips. Peace text. Incense had been lit in the front yard of the chorten. In the morning red, blue, yellow prayer flags were flying in great blue sky! There were rows of mantras engraved on the stone in Buddhist script. The door to the front porch was Half-open. The meditating Buddha statue caught my eye. Gathering the left hand on the lap, holding the hand of a beggar, and the abhayamudra in his right hand. From a hole in the wall to the right of the statue a ray of sunlight was jumping on the statue’s lap at an angle. In that dark room, what a strange unheard song, unheard mercy!
Many may not know where this strange name of the Bhalukpong came from, but I came to know after searching it on Google and a listening from the locals. The name came from Mahabharata. Such a strange connection with Mahabharata. Have you heard the name of Banasur in Mahabharata? Banasur was the end of the Danob dynasty. The representative is the demon who is an absolute devotee of Shiva, who had a thousand hands. Pragjyotishpur at that time, present-day Assam was his kingdom and this bear surrounded by water was his capital. So this Banasur’s grandfather was the king of bear! This place is named after the Daputa king of the non-Aryan dynasty. The name is Bhalukpong. Folklore still holds some relics of the ruins of that time in the jungle. There is a river on the side of which there is a fast flowing river. Exceeding the bearpong. The car probably didn’t go even 5 kilometers, the river gushing down the side of the road, our Sadalbale got out of the car. Jumping from the road for ten minutes, the river descends quite a bit. As far as the eye can see, the current is gurgling.
I don’t know if there is water like this all year round, but this river is very deep unlike the other five mountain rivers, steep hills on one side, the masculinity of the mountains is coming down quite a bit. A few narrow streams of thin springs and they are coming straight to the chest of the river. This is the specialty of the river is that there are a handful of stones of different colours, different sizes of chests; they are awake in the chest of water.
There were many coloured stones which one is bluish green, which one is yellowish red. So many colored stones, I could not tell. I don’t think I’ve seen it before; I thought I’d collect it all and bring it home. It was time to sit on the water and watch the birds chirping but time flew very fast and it was afternoon. There is an unending magic in the hills, even after a whole month, a year or maybe this era of magic never ends. Just as an infallible wonder magician shows in his last game.
The next destination was Dirang. The hills have a unique magic in them. I got to see new imagery at every turn; the watch said it was five o’clock in the evening. We occasionally hit a few bumps on the road. A week before, I had heard that some people had died on this road due to a landslide. The huge hard dark brown rocky soil was split and scattered all over the road. Well, when you die in the lap of nature does its awfulness decrease even a little bit? Who knows, I heard people want to die when they come to a very beautiful place! Me too! How does it feel to be immersed here, to die here?
Alongside life and death, next to this huge event, from some Amravati, from some north, a small stream was flowing like a small stream of green streams flowing down the mountain. Suddenly it seemed that I had never seen a mountain in my childhood. Back in my childhood days, when I was asked to draw a picture of a mountain in school, I would draw a bit like a ribbon rubbing the same white and blue wax in one corner of the picture. On the city’s shattered skyline, there was a hint of green over the yellow, an orange of sunset over it, and quite a bit of pale pink. This was so light, that many colours, how I could make it fill with just twelve colours in that box. Today, when I look at the mountain sky, I see the changing colours, just that afternoon came back.
In fact my desire to travel was since childhood, it was a very strong desire, but due to financial constraints I could not travel, it was good to see hills through my children.
As a child, my mother used to read about savings. “The light of day has come, The needle is sinking, the sky is surrounded by clouds, the moon is greedy, the clouds are over the clouds, over the colours. Colour… .Colour on colour? ‘I would get stuck in this very place; I would have just started in my mind a 16 MM’s movie, when the clouds hover over the clouds, it’s not a little black on white paper. Rubbing, rubbing white on it, I can make it boil, but how do I paint on the paint? I used to go to the roof of the third floor and look at the sky. Then on the city’s shattered skyline. A hint of green on the yellow, an orange of the sunset on it and quite a pale pink. This So much light, so many colours, how can I make this box with twelve colours? Today, when I look at the mountain sky, I see the changing colours; just like that the afternoon came back. Mastermashai’s face came to mind. Mastermashai glanced at the blue glass dew at a glance. Dipped and gave a drop on a sheet of white paper. Mixed a little water in it and spread it evenly. He nodded at the top of the hill, then whispered, “This is it Turquoise Blue!”That bright blue like Baidurya Moni has been a new part of my mind ever since. This blue color of the sky was taking me to the past!
Afternoon light drips through the rocky walls of Mandala village. Reading with all its soft aura, just then we are about to reach Dirang! But suddenly the car The engine broke down and smoke was coming out of it. The driver said that it will take a couple of hours from here to reach Dirang. but the road to Dirang is still a couple of hours. Fortunately we found a A group of policemen from Arunachal. At our request, they called someone on the phone and brought the car. Our whole group was sent to Dirang in that new car. Over there it had been raining heavily. Even after lifting the glass of the car, I could feel rain drops on my hand. The headlights of the car was bright, I could see a cloud of smoke floating on the road. I also spotted a cow. Walking along the side of the road, who knows which destination. Later I learned from the driver, her name was Gemini. Mainly cattle, but lives in the forest. Or hearing the voice of his owner and ring of the bell and he was returning home.
After reaching the resort, ordered dinner, it was still raining heavily outside. The cold wind and the drizzle were bone-chilling. After completing my dinner, I quickly freshened up, I sat down to chat in Debashish’s room, with hot tea and discussed Ghost Stories.
Now we were just waiting for the power to go out. Rain in the mountains, lemon tea and ghost stories! Is there anything better than this? The next morning’s cloudy morning caught my eye, and so did my camera lens. Never have I even imagined there could be so many colours while writing essays about travelling. Sometimes I think, he looks like in the eyes, sometimes I think again in the lens of the camera well, in fact, the mind is what I call it, maybe that’s where it seemed. It was five o’clock in the morning it was of course quite unlike a busy urban morning in Kolkata; it has its own caress, a broken heart. Here the last night’s sleep was like a thin sheet of dreams in the morning. In the hotel everything was still white with white lace curtains on the glass windows of the house. Coil rolled clouds Pineapple in the gaps. Once you don’t look at it sideways, the fog wraps around your eyes again In Still, I woke up well to Sumit’s shouting .. and that early morning pine in front of me. I saw a blue bird. I had a very poor knowledge of birds, there are many pictures of birds. The bird is a little big sparrow in size like but her color, she looks like bright orange yellow on the abdomen and the upper wing Shiny peacock blue.
Meanwhile my son leaped and caught a bright yellow moth; there are so many birds in the mountains, so many names not known. Flowers and some unknown insects suddenly startled us in front of so many varieties that Mother Nature makes. There were so many flowers, so many colors, so many insects in this land? Staying in a city, with all the filth in the city made our minds dirty too, so I didn’t know that the world was not just for people, it was for all creatures. After having a cup of tea, we all went out to the resort road. Cut the hill This was a fantastic resort. It was a bungalow type house. Of every house In front there is an unnamed flower, Sataranga Orchid. There is a nice step up a little Viewpoint. The whole Dirang village or city can be seen. Kulkul with a lot of bottom The Kameng river was flowing nicely like a calm gargle. But the Kameng River is his Why fill the arrogant mind? Because he has another nice name! I remember Ravi Thakur later Poetry, 6. “The name of our village is Khanjana, the name of the river is Anjana, my name So the five of us know, his name is… .. “We have the local name of that Kameng river. You know what? Her name is “Zia Bharli”! As soon as I heard the name Zia Bharli, I thought of one of Kabekar’s inner enchanted lovers.
Like the whispering of this cloud of fog in the valley of the river full of indistinct songs. Standing behind the tree waiting, but her Zia did not fill up in the end, because of that boyfriend never came. Only that waiter is awake in the wind that stops on the river.
We were coming down from the steep slope. Leaving Darjeeling on a cloudy winter day. The noise is quiet, only the rampant ding dong bells ring And clouds in the air with snow and ice, Surekha Nikhil and I just stayed at Moonlight Grove Nilgiri coffee just kettle sobs on the stove A bottle of Still Life Old Monk Rum on the table. The trembling wood of the fireplace is trembling in the fire. Highlight bottles and glasses. Snake sleep for a long time on purpose, let’s go.
Leaving Zia Bharli on the right, the car is moving along the rough road from Dirang to Mandala. As far as the eye can seeReading, greenish green. As many shades of green as can be imagined in the color palette, nature is here. Everything seems to have been destroyed. At the corner of the empty road, there was a gathering of blue clouds Two or four Divyas are holding the window of our car and going in from left to right Going. Row upon row of apple trees on either side of the boring bend path. Some of the companions hum, some sing
Or a gentle bite on a freshly bought green apple, or someone with a light sleep with their head in the window. Some of the kids Seriously drowning in Tintin, someone or bored-eyed Ituiti and I have been out for forty years though. Inside, I stared out the window at the seven-year-old in amazement, looking around. I am taking a deep breath through my nose, oxygen! I am drawing deep in my mind with my eyes. All the miracle scene. I am writing the whole experience in my mind, with myself. One wonder game of your own. Holidays are not just about travel, they are all about sightseeing. No, but to absorb the whole journey, little by little, like a fluffy sponge. With all the perceptible experiences. It’s a holiday game for me
The game requires quite a bit of rest, without this secret game he would have been on vacation. That’s right As Rabithakur used to write. “I want to take a vacation, but if there is no such thing as a holiday game, that vacation If it becomes empty, who will bear the burden of that empty? “Cloudy breeze touching the prayer flag.
Sambit returned. There was a pale pink light around the sky and the last afternoon in that light. In the light lazy Dirang village we were then in front of Jung Fort. I have never heard of rust architecture before. This is mainly inspired by Bhutan, Tibet, China or Buddhism Architecture is quite different. If you see any monastery, you will feel its style. Information so far Of course many know. But what I didn’t know was that this was rusty architecture. Only one without average planning (i.e. planning in the language of Agmarca Engineering) Made under a high-ranking lama, where every brick, or step, is built on spiritual inspiration.
Its main structure is made in steps. It is basically a steep high-rise building built on stone. Whose The number of windows on the straight wall is very small, there is no other door except a main gate. Original The door is made of heavy wood or metal and the roof is made of stone or asbestos. Now thatStanding in front of the fort, not calling it a fort but Thimphujo in the patriotic park during Pujo Like can be called a courtyard. Although history says the area is about 500 years old, But it is difficult to understand the age of this fort at a glance. Bright yellow curtains inside the surrounding walls
Under the bud, the mustard is already a latai-like prayer wheel or dhamma chakra, inscribed in Pali, om. Hmmm! Scattered monasteries scattered around the long stone paved attic, the stay of the lamas. Gerasthali of places and houses of common people. Probably a ruler or a zamindar in the middle The minaret is like a high office for people. Seeing it awakens a lot of respect in the mind.
I remember seeing several such houses in Brucely’s picture, which I had seen as a child. Jung KellerThe rocky walls in front and the green textures of the mountains are all nice textures.
No one could handle the greed! This time the journey is from green to snow velvet hills, crossing the Dirang and Samati valleys like a role. The car will enter the mainland Arunachal only since the knowledge of ice mountains. I understood Switzerland. I used to watch one Yash Chopra movie after another on color TV. Is Madhuri, not Sridevi, or later Kajal on the green grass leaving everyone behind the iceberg. In the Dhaka Valley, she is dancing and singing in a chiffon saffron blue sari. And making love relentlessly. Seeing all this means that the mountain of ice means the mountain of the Alps Besides, there is nowhere in the world, especially in our country, there is no such thing, such a fool The idea was silly. When I first saw snow falling in Darjeeling fifteen years ago today,I am like a stone. But that was seen from quite a distance. That fate came to my Arunachal Will open, he could not even think. In my mind, Karna Kunti is like a corner of the news. I took it upon myself to say that I was in a useless, desperate group! Three times in Darjeeling. I didn’t see the sun rise on Tiger Hill, I went to Sikkim a dozen times and across the Kanchenjunga airport. Sparkling, he didn’t have the good fortune to see the scene, so I’ll get ice on this ride, too.
Was out. When the boys asked, I said, I can get ice at home, in the deep freezer! But the goddess of fortuneI understand! Before the main entrance of the monastery on both sides of the school, hall, library, museum Going beyond one another. Occasionally there is one through the gaps in the coiled clouds. The class hours are reading and at once the little lamashis run like a flock of red butterflies Going probably for their next prayer or maybe to the hostel.
By the time I reached the main huge courtyard of the monastery on foot! Colored wood carvings are original hanging heavy curtains over the gate. I pushed the curtain and entered the monastery. Mesmerism in English. There is a saying, standing in front of a giant as small as in the vastness of that vastness Instantly a hypnosis is created inside, which is not easily overcome, just that It took time to recover from the hypnotic state. Inside the ceiling is giant colorful
Between the flag and the flower arrangement is a huge tomb of Gautam Buddha, about 40 feet high statue. The bright golden idol is one that is snatched from the heart to the meditative eyes. The vision, the vision that has no rule, no grievances or anger, just understands you, Accepted. In love, reverence, anguish, before this God or anything like God,
One can kneel in grief, joy, excitement. You can remain prostrate as long as you are alive. The message comes from that happy cell from a deep sorrow to a deep sense of joy
No one says, that feeling comes from within. I knelt down for a moment. The head came down You. Statues of Padmasambhava and many more disciples on both sides and below Gautam Buddha. In front
Incomparable work of copper and silver on a colorful silk tablecloth on a table lined with fragrant air Some lamps are made, in which nibat on wax, shimmering stable education is burning. That flame is extinguished Flame. In the morning light and darkness then only an indication of indescribable peace.
It was nice to think that those of us who understand the meaning of religious place in general in general, in the crowd. Thousands of people line the back of a panda in a crowded muddy alley or VIP
I worship to find the line, there is not a trace of Sesab here. There are no traditional pujo materials, one hundred. He does not make any circular to worship by pressing a bunch of vegetables on the understanding with one taka
Lamara. Their worship is very indifferent, very sincere, spiritual. Just put a candle in a corner. The burning is silent. And silently knelt down and sat down in front of him. Diameter. Then just to the inside
A silent, lonely journey. It was obvious that one of the people in the house was swearing
He was able to be alone like himself. Scattered, sitting in the dark at the corner, they own. He dived like himself for the purpose of personal relief. After the photo shoot, I also found a little place in front of Tathagata. Slowly, all eyes became blurred. Light. All the words merged into one combined omkar. The heavy sweet camphor smell of incense in the air
Then it becomes darker.
Even though I closed my eyes, I felt a strange movement of light in front of my eyes. Just like in the light
The emergence of a supernatural divine power in front of the closed eyelids!
Things are just experiences, not descriptions. I have heard before, I remember the history of the construction of this monastery
As soon as he read it, he felt thorns on his face. It is said that Merrick Lama Ladre Giats, who is basically this
The founder of the monastery, he was instructed one day by the Fifth Dalai Lama, one in Tawang’s chest
To find a suitable place, where this monastery or Buddhist monastery can be established. On his favorite horse
Lepa Lama toured many forest hills, but did not find a pleasant place. Helpless
He fell asleep on the mountain, calling out to God in a tired, exhausted body. Woke up
He saw that his sadh horse was nowhere to be found. After much searching he saw Pele is eating grass in a vast meadow at the top of the hill in the light of the clouds.
The horse. Diameter. That place became his choice in an instant. This Tawang is there today World-wide range of monasteries. Even from the birth of this ‘Tawang’ word and this legend. That The word means horse, and the word ‘wang’ means one who has been chosen. That means the horse
Tawang has chosen the place! Surprising to think, today is the second in the world there the largest Buddhist colony.
There are about five important monasteries scattered all over Tawang. More than five hundred
The monks live only in Tawang. Significantly, five of them are from monasteries
Separate is the Annie Gompa Monastery, which is actually a women’s monastery. That is, entirely by female laborers
Conducted. Quite above the main town of Tawang, in the solitude of the mountains. Funny thing is,
Here you can only take the car or the ropeway hanging from the top of the hill
You can shake it, but whether you like it or not, it’s up to you. Last in Tawang
We did not set foot on the road as we had seen for two days without electricity. So the car
After an hour I reached Ani Gompa. Shramana is a very happy and talented person
He showed us all around. I heard they serve very nice butter
The guests, i.e. a kind of red tea without sugar and milk with salted butter, which is the lamas
Everyday drinks! But by the time we got there, the wind was blowing
With sails in motion. So I didn’t get a chance to see it that way. Yet he knew in detail
That is, their sadhanabhajan method.
I have noticed in any monastery here like flour
A kind of colorful alpana-like pulp made of a mixture, in the front row of the main deity.
Arranged consecutively. Just like many of us here on any Mars occasion, the girls of the house
Mr. Spell, like that. They said it was somehow made by freezing yak’s milk
They make a mixture like a hard biscuit, with color in it, then layer by layer
All the wonderful handicrafts like Sahasradal Padma. Along with it is a thick incense of strong smell made in the ashram
And in the kettle made of copper, there is a mixture of camphor and some other mountain leaves Somehow water to taste. We had the good fortune to taste that thing. Arrived at Buddha Park. Reaching Tawang istak which is all over the high and low slopes of the whole city. You can see the huge statue of that Tathagata Buddha in this Buddha Park. Almost in the middle of the city,
Shakyamuni is sitting on a tiller, about 60 feet high. His half-brother is a quiet meditator.
Eyes are fixed on every corner of the city, every man’s good, evil. Spring whether it’s a bright blue sky or a rainy afternoon, a snow-covered valley in winter or summer.
On a smoky afternoon, all seemed to be equal in Gautam’s blurred vision. I collected the moments of the whole day
In the mind book and in the camera lens, start preparing for the next day. From the tour operator.
I heard the destination is Madhuri Lake! Sweet?
Then I went to college! Coal has been released at the cinema near the house! Of course coal is spoken in Bengal
The matter sounds heavily uncultured, it must be said that Koila with curved lips in Hindi style, but it will be! She
The whole sequence at the end of the film is all but shooting in Arunachal! There is a song called ‘Tanhai Tanhai’ in it
Was, anyone remember? That denim jeans sleeveless shirt and a long yellow marigold
Madhuri Dixit wearing skirt is bathing under the water of the fountain and dancing, dancing and bathing
Doing! And dumb hero Shah Rukh Khan is sitting on a rock above the fountain and playing a silver flute. Bright blue, Cyrillic blue in the sky, white as crystal
Skyscraper waterfall, we are in front of it now. Of course we are not cinemagoers, so up front there is no way to go. So from a considerable distance viewpoint, the two eyes met in amazement. I am towards this amazing waterfall. In costume language, Nuranang Falls. It is said that there is a person named Noor.
The youngest daughter of the Mangapa tribe, who helped Yashwant Singh, a soldier in the Indo-China duality,Or Nuranang Falls in his name. Another meaning of the word light is the light of unearthly beauty. It may be named from there. Kneel to the beauty of what it is called.
What else is there to say but sit down? About 100 meters above the sky
His loud fall from the realm of clouds. Even standing so far away, his wind is like a storm
We are getting wet with water powder like ice cubes. The milky white water is jumping on the chest of the stone
The current is breaking and flowing in the gulkul current! The color of the rainbow in the light of the sun!
It is safe to say that this is the first time that there are so many waterfalls in all of India, in unearthly beauty
In a row. Then it seemed, this beauty faded to the beauty of Madhuri Dixit! Alas, little. Those eyes of age! Now I understand that the sweetness in the bosom of nature can be squeezed as much as possible. That’s the entire eye to see and understand that interest is made only by going through the ups and downs of experience and age!

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