Magic at lake
In my exercise regime, I took a walk to the bridge at Road 7, Dhanmondi. The flowers, trees and the horizon were still shrouded in the veil of secrecy. A transient misty haze hung in the day-night interlude. The air was balmy, refreshing,-- and the eyes were in respite from the glare that come pouring from the vivid summer sky. Overhead birds could be heard chirping across the lake.
The water view of the lake was healing, -- a sigh of relief in the non-stop urban conversation. I got a nostalgic flashback of my village river that I visited last time.
The podium that sits on the edge of the lake water had a small crowd of health-seekers. Some boys and girls were lost in their musical outpourings of life and nature, a profusion that was precious beyond measure. Tagore is divine.
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