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The Place Since "Childhood"
Generally, it's a Bang from the Belly, depicting the giant machine that will soon be going to maneuver by 1500hrs local time. Anirban, in his seat reading pamphlets, will soon be free from his daily task of stocks and nomogram. The commander instructed that they touch land and welcomed all deck passengers to this new location. The urge to see something new, the dream of getting lost, was a catalyst increasing Anirban' dopamine.
The moving motors were taking the passengers out of the airstrip, and Anirban was looking as if a question in his mind and satisfaction of getting a satisfactory answer was chasing him. It's bad to say no one but someone was taking a look at his changing physiognomy. A guide seemingly local, taking no other chance to leave Anirban, bored and, getting lost from his sight, he approached Anirban with a face that proved to our hero as if the answer he wanted was standing just in front of him. He is short but stands strong, with a bag filled with pamphlets and a cowboy hat donned with a remarkably missing index finger. Sir, Good Afternoon, I am Sadhan Hu.
Anirban noded the way which he practiced everyday in his office cell for new clients and concluded that he is with someone who can really help him out here. The conversation went with both inside a moving motor heading through the rocky slants, and nature in her alluring attire. The craggy roads seem as if a snake is loving those steep elevations with a tight embrace between them.
Suddenly, a sound echoed from this small hero of that hillock "We can't go there sir, as it's winter over here" and Ani's face was seen with his eyes glittering to go for an event he was wanting since childhood, his presence vibrating as if the frequency of the place is aligned with him and he is resonating. The car stopped, both of them came out of that moving box and a pamphlet with red marks and a budget statement attached fell by the road to their entry to a hut written on it " A Guide Plan To Sagarmatha".
to be continued.....
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The moving motors were taking the passengers out of the airstrip, and Anirban was looking as if a question in his mind and satisfaction of getting a satisfactory answer was chasing him. It's bad to say no one but someone was taking a look at his changing physiognomy. A guide seemingly local, taking no other chance to leave Anirban, bored and, getting lost from his sight, he approached Anirban with a face that proved to our hero as if the answer he wanted was standing just in front of him. He is short but stands strong, with a bag filled with pamphlets and a cowboy hat donned with a remarkably missing index finger. Sir, Good Afternoon, I am Sadhan Hu.
Anirban noded the way which he practiced everyday in his office cell for new clients and concluded that he is with someone who can really help him out here. The conversation went with both inside a moving motor heading through the rocky slants, and nature in her alluring attire. The craggy roads seem as if a snake is loving those steep elevations with a tight embrace between them.
Suddenly, a sound echoed from this small hero of that hillock "We can't go there sir, as it's winter over here" and Ani's face was seen with his eyes glittering to go for an event he was wanting since childhood, his presence vibrating as if the frequency of the place is aligned with him and he is resonating. The car stopped, both of them came out of that moving box and a pamphlet with red marks and a budget statement attached fell by the road to their entry to a hut written on it " A Guide Plan To Sagarmatha".
to be continued.....
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