A Peak from the Roads of Dooars : Down the Off-side

"THE LITTLE TOWN MIDST THE WOODS"

The journey at Dooars brought little its and bits along with it as we started ascending the foothills of the great range through the deciduous foliage. One of those cherishable recollections was this small town midst the woody ranges.
We had to halt at this area in order to reach our destination. At the marketplace of this town which is also supposed to be the last place where network is available, the rest of the trip is supposed to be with dead phones until you again retrieve back to the spot. Since, we did not have a charted plan to roam around, we instinctively decided to take the short hike towards the Buxa Fort from there which is around 5 km down the hilly road. The clicks of hiking towards through the forest and the mesmerizing beauty of the woods is in the last post of the 'Dooars Diaries'.

A bit off-side from the busy route, amidst the forests, rests this small metropolis with its people living in harmony with the surrounding beings. Accepting the in-between interventions the occupants and the forests holds trust towards each other. There lies an immutable bond that the dwellers of this little town shares with the encircling mountains and woods. The unspoken binding between the two for over generations remains unaltered.

Dooars clicks.

CANON EOS 1100D

02.20.2020

Through The Rain

"AND THEN RAIN CAME IN" It is the month of June already as we are continued to be in quarantine. In this part of the world, it's monsoon now and so comes splashing every now and then, The Rain. I don't really know but this very season is a bit closer to me than the others of the cycle. There's no particular reason I could think of except for the fact that the day I was born, it rained heavily as they say. So maybe it's that or maybe something else but when the rain comes and with it the strange feeling of something that I cannot really express, I suppose, the cold but gentle touch of nature along with the smell of the sky and as it pours down on the city all over and just cleanses her down is what I really look forward to every time. As I write this, it's again a cloudy sky outside now and that's the best part of this time. These are some clicks I took a few days back after quite a drizzle took place. The raindrops fell on the cobweb of my window and...

The Only Certain

"RENDEZVOUS OF DEATH" Disclaimer: This post has not been tried to make any offence. Please do not feel so. All our lives, we keep running to meet the deadlines of time, only to find ourselves the late runner. By the luck of chance, even if we come across certain 'correct' timings, we fall in the dungeon of the 'wrongs' in the next. And finally, going down the sweet and salty path when we reach the finish-line, we are already "too late". Death arrives. But is death early? Or even late?! I suppose death comes only at the most certain moment. You can argue about accidents or even self-infliction, but only if we have known all the equations of the entire universe and still be alive to talk about them, then I hope the argument would not suffice. The only and most probable truth ( proven ) lies in death. The infinite flow of the nature chooses to be shrouded in mysteries but has left something for us. It has shared a trick with us. Too certain a trick!...

A Colourful CLiCK!

"THE COLOURS" The colours remain in their very natural vibrant form, only if you can see. CANON EOS 1100D Craft clicks. 05.09.2017

The Lost Vagabond

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