Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
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ince I have joined in Asansol, I’ve learned to starve. No, definitely I’m not complaining about life, but I’m quite habituated with this feel. Its may be a break fast time, or a lunch time – I know I’ve an added benefit that I can remain starving.
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itting the whole day within the four walls isn’t desired & I feel rather cozy in going out of my work place, walking down to the wide lane of my office. The afternoon time supplies some fresh air & very dim sunlight which would definitely make you lost in wonders;
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almost thought that Rain is finally gone from Bengal, because the last month’s Rain performance was outstanding & some of the places in states face extreme flood conditions. besides, Asansol is somehow tends to have an adverse weather condition – always hot & humidity in nature.
Firstly, I wish u all a very happy Independence day on this day. Now, my sincere appeals to u all – dont get hurt or take personally things about which I’m writing today’s content. Because, I was having a cultural environment this morning at home, playing some patriotic songs & browsing some Indian historic events in the Indian freedom struggle,
Hello dear viewers, I was in a little turbulence which snatched some time for my blogging, finally its restored. Hopefully you’re all fine. Today I’m sharing a train journey experience of mine.
Due to my job in Reliance JIO now a days I’m owning a schedule like spending the sunday in home (kolkata) then joining office in asansol.
