When you do not have plain land to stack hay the only wrtion is to stack inadvyedo used branches. I thought of big nests. Lating almorah was a blessing. A very vocal group had descended in the hotel.
The first thing that hit you is the smell of fish. Twenty rooms packed vociferously devouring fish rice combo . Like nomads they carry their cooking and cook around. Tourists hand held by tourist agency. Travelling in kumayun bong ishtyle. Dadas and boudis all looking alike mummified in shawls. Bhogoban
on mobile
No comments:
Post a Comment