Memories From My Home

Spending all my childhood and part of youth in my hometown,it never felt any different or special,but leaving it behind for another destination or to be precise for job and a new hectic life,I miss my hometown more than ever.

The trees which I never noticed while passing numerously under it,the bridges,the buildings,looking back they all feel like a beautiful memory to me worth treasuring.Though,I visit very less now,but looking at the pictures make me feel closer to home.Someone has said ‘Home is where is where heart is ‘. For me,its the other way around.

For all these years ,knowingly or unknowingly,I have gathered so many memories,that they are my only solace next to the real feel at home.

Taken on the banks of Mahanadi,the cloudy day with the balmy breeze was filling me with tranquility.

A small temple on the bank of Mahanadi river,Sambalpur,Odisha,India

These pictures were taken in a Ram Fancy Competition in a small village called ‘Kumbhari’ near Bargarh,Odisha.The rams were dressed up and painted in different ways which looked funny but the enthusiasm of villagers was colossal.

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