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| Chinmoy Biswas, West Bengal |
It’s that hour when sunshine falls on a lean River Matla. The rays brush up her delicate contours. They sweep across her banks and naked riverbed. The landscape is aglow as the river turns into molten gold, its aura lighting up the traveller’s trail.
[This
microtale was written for the above photograph, which was shortlisted in the
Greenstorm Nature Photography Contest 2020, and was published on the Greenstorm Foundation website.]
Excellently described! Your words perfectly gells with the lovely photograph. 👍👏
ReplyDeleteThank you. Thanks a lot.
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