Golden Gift
On my difficult trekking of steep mountain I looked at the scantily dressed poor boy In this chilling snowy weather.. He gave me 3 golden apples from the Orchard With a welcoming smile on his face, not to forget him ever. By Auro 27th August 2011
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Born & brought up in Delhi. Ancestors are from Rajshahi (presently Bangladesh) settled in Rampara; a nondescript village along the River Ganga. Rampara is 25 Km away from Plassey Battle ground where Nawab Siraz at 16 years age fought against the...
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