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Fed by monsoon rain the Bhuinder Ganga was ecstatic with joy. Though my mother scolded me (as mother’s always do!) I did not want to miss a close tryst with Bhuinder Ganga. I stood on a slippery rock in the river bed as I took the shot. The Ganga almost came rushing over me.
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