Balugaon 1/undefined by Tripoto


They were sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener's hose,There was a whisper in the air, a day of inescapable wetness,Rainfall became more intense.Our autorickshaw zoom passed small hillocks, forest and sometimes the railway track too.After an hour of autorickshaw drive enjoying the moist earthly smell we reached the entrance of Rambha Panthanibas gate.