Angkor тАУ A Tale of the Lost Kingdom
After entering the temple, we took a long walk on the main causeway to the entrance tower. I could see the curved inscriptions on the wall that tell a tale of a near thousand-year-old history.
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After entering the temple, we took a long walk on the main causeway to the entrance tower. I could see the curved inscriptions on the wall that tell a tale of a near thousand-year-old history.
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It was good being footloose in Himalayas. On the last day of our Dodital trek, we woke up to find the lake frozen, sat beside it some more in tranquility, tried our hand at angling using makeshift fishing tackle and failed miserably, threw snowballs at each other and with a heavy heart bid adieu to Dodital.
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As our bus drove out of Shillong, leaving the din and bustle of the town behind, the journey became more enchanting.
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As I drew the curtain of my room, I was gifted with a splendid view of the towering mountain ranges right from my bed.
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The journey felt very refreshing as our train chugged along the green rice fields surrounded by the white “Kash” flower, the harbinger of autumn in Bengal.
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