Behind the canvas

Sometimes, the past I left behind makes me nostalgic, and my soul yearns to return to those heavenly chapters of life that we left behind.  The vast, open blue sky, the endless greenery of the pastures, the flower-like innocence of rural inhabitants, and the motherly nature of Bengal are now being wiped out with the modern inevitability of development. Those innocent, calming moments of the past are now in Sepia, and we framed them to rescue from the harshness of modernism. O

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