Really, the field of horizon crops is like calling the people of the village by hand. The plowing of the farmer all day long, the melody of the flute of the shepherd at noon, the rush of the herd of cows blowing dust in the evening create a wonderful feeling here. Surrounded by mangoes, blackberries, coconuts, palms, betel nuts, the forested village of Bengal seems to be a shadow-covered nest of peace. The sun rises here at the call of birds - a golden evening filled with the wings of birds.
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