Ang Bang

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There are no big hoardings in the city now. The city seems to be breathing more than ever. Getting the news headlines. Along with the dramas of performance, I am watching the strong role of the national media, the responsibility of the journalist, and the leadership. I am watching some good reports made by the field study of some Assam portal.

Aside from the time of political equation, the city is not being built with the arrangement of Puja as before. There is no special interest other than covering the Facebook again.

The paths that come in front of the eyes, the unknown people of the known lane, the steps that deliberately lead a known path in a new way, are the same to be called as a daily script.

It's easy and naturally nice to sit in front of a machine for the day, away from questions and curiosity. Have fun like a happy sleep.

In between that, I saw a post of today. Beautiful little street library on the side. Saw many pictures of Nagaland in between (if not wrong). If the city could be found near the libraries with new books and news, the brains wouldn't have been so garbage.

In a city without books, gossip, love, seasons

In a city without books, gossip, love, seasons, fear of disease, fear of incidents like Uttar Pradesh in the evening city, it is difficult to stay in the center of such incidents. At least for us. In the courage of a hard fear of scratching the dead steps.

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