Once upon a time, A River, somewhere in Southern Asia used to have a name, origin, flow and youth. May be it was the river way of journey for the people of ancient era. may be it causes flood too. All is now imagination. Because the River has lost everything. Today nobody knows it’s name, not even it’s origin point. It is now surrounded by green-golden paddy fields and a lake like water source that is using for cultivation by the farmers of the village that grown up in it’s bank.
The people of Hindu religion of nearby villages use this dead river for the immersion of their holy idols after their prayer. The idols are basically made of clay and paddy grasses. So that it disposes in few months. But, gradually the depth of the river is getting smaller.
May be in near future this image will have no existence as the land area is getting expanded by naturally or by MMD. The nature is changing rapidly, the temperature is rising too.
We are bringing a dangerous future for our next generation by damaging the health of nature in present days.
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