Tagetes in full bloom and at the same time on the brink of withering. Marking a fabulous bygone season of winter reap and at the same time depicting the onset of the sowing period. Here comes along swarms of butterflies that look like tethered flowers drifting in the wind. The freshwater fish is ready to harvest too. The lake is overflowing with shoals of shiny inbreds.
Mahseer, Chagunio, Tor, Rohu, and the beloved Rainbow trout. The fishing season is remarkably distinguishable as the sky echoes with eerie chirps of birds unheard. Sprinting from one tree to the other, they flock around the bank of the Soli lake. These little Arctic visitors will soon go to colder places for nesting the ensuing eggs.
The trees are denuded enough to let the light seep in and replete enough to give shade. The bar-headed goose honks behind Sanura as she sits by the Soli lake to fish a fresh batch. She has been here since the break of dawn driving down 40 km to fetch this delicacy for her small eatery which she runs with Mukhtiar. The eatery is humble, the menu is simple and the guest list is booked. Mukhtiar is a gifted cook. She manages the operatives while Sanura is in charge of sourcing. Read More
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