Autumn has arrived, yet the sky is cloudless. The sun is shining brightly, but it brings no warmth. The soft fragrance of the shiuli flowers floats in the breeze, and the sound of fallen dry leaves echoes everywhere. Fields are golden with ripened paddy, but my heart feels strangely restless. Standing beneath the shade of […]
“ପ୍ରଭାତର ପବନେ ଟଗରର ଗନ୍ଧ, ଝୁନାର ଧୂପେ ଘରେ ହୁଏ ଆନନ୍ଦ।” (In the morning breeze drifts the fragrance of tagara, With jhuna smoke, the home fills with joy.) Do you remember how mornings began in our Odia homes? Not with alarms or phone buzzers, but with sounds and scents that were almost like prayers themselves. The day
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