Everything is rippling and waving with the flood of August. The young shoots of rice have the sheen of an infant's limbs.
The change which had, in a moment, come over the mind of Bengal was tremendous. It was as if the Ganges had touched the ashes of the sixty thousand sons of Sagar....
It was vacation time, and many youths of our village and its neighbourhood had come home from their schools and colleges.
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Published on: 2003-07-12 (899 reads)
