this is the first instance where I am writing a conventional blog, and i want to experiment a little, as is my habit, with say food(ask the iit-kgpians who went to berkeley with me) or my not so famous stories( I have written on conventional and non-conventional romance :P).In this case, I want to write a story with a few lines and a lot of pictures.Hows it? do comment..
It is a hot friday afternoon, and I head off to the countryside, in Orissa, my home state.
It mid -july, and like all seasons, the monsoons have had their revenge with my hapless state! And as I speed on the amazing highway which was, is and will always be ‘under construction’ I come face to face with the aftermath of the devastation that just happened.
And thus, I reach the town of Balasore. Now, if u think you really don’t know this town, Think Again! Let me help you a bit: Remember the place in the news report whenever a new Agni missile is test-fired ? Wheeler Island, Chandipur ? yes, thats the one and Balasore is the name of that district and also is the district capital.
It’s a lazy saturday morning and I head off to the rural heartland. I do not think the rural houses will be of much interest and hence i move on to the part where i ventured off into the muddy fields.
i did not see the reflection while taking the picture !But thats the thing that strikes me the most and makes this simple picture ever so beautiful.
This is the immediate view I got when I stepped into the field and that mountain enticed me into venturing deeper and deeper into that vast expanse of young greenery that at one point I lost track of where I had started.
since it wasn’t harvesting time, i could only find the ‘solitary sower’
Upon walking further I came upto a place with some wild bushes.
It’s the brightness of the colours that held my attention.Seriously speaking, I have never seen a more brighter shade of green naturally!
Its sunday morning now, and I decide to visit Chandipur.And I can assure you, it is the most boring beach I have ever visited. The continental shelf extends around 5 km into the sea.This means that for the water level to reach upto your knees from your ankles, you need to travel a freakish 5 kms.
On the way back, I came across pisciculture farms for shrimps and prawns.
Then out of nowere, black clouds engulfed the sky and…
Finally, I wind this blog up with a few pictures which are typical of the way people travel in the countryside.
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