My first try at Nano Wrimo |
| The first day of spring was knocking at the door. Everyone at the school campus was taking last minute preparations for the Boshonto Boron festival. A large, square stage with bright yellow floral patterns to serve as the background, were set up at the school playground. New leaves were peeping out of the bald branches towering above the stage. Orange petals of Gulmohar created a natural carpet all around the stage. Potted plants of every single tint and hue surrounded the decorated wooden structure the students would be performing on. Performers were getting the last notations and dance steps sorted out. Dancers practiced to the rhythm of the Tabla, even some of the teachers practiced recitations from classic poetry collections. Fariha still had her yellow Shalwar Kameez at the tailor's. ![]() Check out
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