The great sage Narada sat completely drenched in the incessant rain on the banks of the angry Sutlej. His cottage was washed away last night and since then he was not able to locate his family. He could see a few like him who are searching their families around and it was a huge commotion …
The mentor of this is Mr. Bnamali Naik, my father. Mr. Mr. Bimal Sahu Sir, is his worthy colleague and successor
https://storymirror.com/read/story/english/fwk2bluc/memory-of-water-pools/detail?utm_source=sendgrid.com&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=website The rains bring the plants to spring new leaves and roots. Children play with the runoff with paper boats. Back in cities, water-clogging happens. Smell and filthiness increase. Water pools here and there. Overflowing drains. That is the scene of the present.