As we approached the fort, a few tribal women surprised us with their offerings, the beautiful Palash garlands. The radiance of those strings, crafted with purity and care, re-echoed the tenderness and simplicity of their livelihood yet again.
Sipping off two glasses of sugarcane juice offered by the locals, we approached the fort, shrouded by hushed silence and serenity over centuries.
Forest fires are common in these areas, and we witnessed smoke ascending into the horizon not far from the place. The feeling you can get on mingling with the locals here remains a treasure in the memory. The remains of the fort have some temples around, standing with their pride of architectural splendidness.
Watch spring blossom in a different attire amid the roughness of hills, Palash blooming all around, while you go back ages into nature to breathe a comfort into your conscience.
If you have time, spend a few hours among the ruins. Feel the enchanting appeal of nature, the wind whispering the unsung stories from the past into your ears...
© Rishi Biswas
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