Wasim
14/05/2025
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As the first light kisses the hills of Sunamganjâs Niladri Lake, the world transforms into poetry. Mist dances above the emerald mounds, and silence speaks louder than words.
If peace had a place â this would be it.
Would you wake up here one morning?
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