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028 CRIMEA 2000 [film2115] №28 Day02 (01.05.2000)
Samsung Slim Zoom 1150 / Konica VX200-N
Scanned > Olympus OM-D E-M1 Mark II (Hi-Res mode
) + M.Zuiko ED 60mm f2.8 Macro + Negative Lab Pro + PS
OJSC Krasny Oktyabr (Russian: ОАО "Красный Октябрь", "Red October") is a Russian confectionery manufacturer and a member of the United Confectioners holding company. Its parent company was 17th in the list of the largest candy companies in the world, with sales amounting to $1.196 billion.
The company was founded by the German Theodor Ferdinand von Einem. Von Einem sold his stake in the enterprise to German Julius Heuss, who became its director in 1878, retaining the position until his death in 1907. In 1896, the Einem factory won a gold medal at the All-Russian Industrial and Artistic Exhibition, and it was allowed to supply confectionery to the court of the tsar.
At the turn of the 20th century, the Einem factory won chocolatiers' competitions across Europe, and its advertising was displayed prominently in Moscow. After the October Revolution of 1917, the company was nationalised and given its current name. During World War II, the factory reoriented its production towards the manufacturing of military rations, including high-caffeine chocolate.
After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the company continued to use the Krasny Oktyabr name for its brand recognition, but it began to decorate the boxes and labels with Tsarist-era motifs. Krasny Oktyabr was privatised in 1993. In the 1990s, it became one of the few large business concerns in Moscow to be privatised successfully. At the same time, it had to compete with foreign companies such as Mars Inc.
Produced since 1965, this is one of the most famous chocolate bars from the Krasny Oktyabr factory. Today, they are still just as popular as when they just arrived on the market. Alyonka can be described as a long thin bar of chocolate weighing 100 grams. The bar is subdivided into 3x5 tiles, each of which has the name of the factory imprinted on it in Russian - «Красный Октябрь».
The wrapper depicts a blue-eyed girl wearing a traditional Russian head scarf, who is presumably "Alyonka", an endearing form of the name Alyona. The illustration is based on a photograph of the daughter of one of the artists working at the factory.[citation needed] Though many women have claimed to have been the famous child, the company denies that the image was based on a real girl.
Looking back into Owens Valley and the Argus Range beyond as the ascent begins into the Panamint Mountains. Death Valley National Park, California. This is Inyo County, California which contains both the highest point in the lower 48 states (Mt. Whitney) and the lowest spot as well (Badwater in Death Valley), a range of 15,000 feet.
MUST BE VIEWED IN STEREO TO FULLY APPRECIATE!
A 3D (stereo) crosseye view.
TO SEE THIS IN 3D, there's a tutorial here:
The vastness of the pond and lotus is shown in comparison with the kids. At the beginning I thought they were fishing, but actually they are plucking lotus seeds and roots...
This are part of the meals and I believe to get some income from it. They were camera shy and I sneaked a few shots at them...
If you had a chance to see how this children and ppl eat, especially in the rural areas, your heart would go out for them... Imagine the main dish, is actually their rice... and the next best thing is the sauce from the vegetable/fish dish. And guess what... they just love it that way!
Seeing a crystal clear view of the Milky Way tonight, away from the city. Just simply awesome! Just looking at the vastness of our own galaxy makes me feel very small. You don't see a sky like this back home... This was right around the Coe Ranch Campground. Why was I here? This was during my spontaneous stargazing outing here at Henry W. Coe State Park, near Morgan Hill, CA. I wanted to check out Comet NEOWISE (during its closest approach to us) and to also see the Milky Way…
*My outing in summary: I headed to the park just after 7:15 p.m. or so. The drive was smooth sailing on U.S. 101. Then the road got pretty winding as I traveled slowly and cautiously on E Dunne Ave from Morgan Hill to the Coe Ranch Visitor Center. I even stopped for the views along the road and the sunset was just stunning as if I was seeing it from an airplane. The road was pretty much a one-lane road during the last half of the way. I arrived to the visitor center safely just after 8:30 p.m. Quite a few people and photographers were already in and around the area. I then chilled around the Coe Ranch Campground as skies slowly darkened and the crescent moon set out west. Then once skies got dark enough, I started shooting Comet NEOWISE and the Milky Way (with me in the shots as well). The night sky was absolutely amazing! You don't see skies like this back in the city, let alone be around 2,660 feet in elevation as well and also above the incoming low clouds and fog already blanketing the city of Morgan Hill below. Quite a few people were also here out camping and enjoying the clear, starry skies. I even heard a fellow photographer nearby shooting the Milky Way (and possibly NEOWISE) as well. A group of girls (who were camping) also were observed, fascinated by the skies and they even saw a few shooting stars, which unfortunately, I didn't see or capture on camera. I then headed back to my car right after 10:30 p.m. and did last-minute shots of the Milky Way (with me and my car as well lol). I then called it a night and headed back near 11 p.m. thru the dark and winding road of Dunne Ave... It was a nice mini, stargazing adventure indeed! 'Til next time, stay safe everyone...
(Outing taken place Wednesday, July 22, 2020)
Dhaka, Bangladesh.
This is a story of intertwined fates. A saga of the inseparable bond between a river and its people.
You have heard about the vastness of Amazon and rich history of Nile. But there is a river that hides an epic of human civilization in herself. The waves that have been flowing for hundreds of years weaved the story of a city, which have taken the present form through ages of metamorphosis. We call her "Buriganga", the old river. Yes, old she is, older than the oldest tree or building you've ever known. This river has witnessed the rise and fall of empires since the beginning of the empires.
Buriganga is a river that flows beside Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Buriganga silently sustains twenty million people living in this city. It connects people of the two banks, handing thousands of homebound people over the bigger rivers and bringing the trade into the city from all over the country.
As humans, our nature is to kill someone who loves us. After sustaining a community for four hundred years, the river is dying now. It is dying because dumping tons of toxic industrial wastes and occupying vital parts of the river to erect buildings surely do not keep it alive. While everyone talks about saving the river, nobody points out that death of a river means the death of a community. What will happen to the man who crosses Buriganga everyday for the sake of livelihood, or to the boatman who carries him? What about the child whose playground is this very water? We have already forgotten that our existense depends on the life of this lifeline. The city must die if this river becomes a constricted and poisonous artery.
Every boat that scribbles through the heart of Buriganga writes a story. Every kid plunging into the waves leaves an unforgettable impression. This is an epic tale hundreds of years in writing.
It's too soon to write the last page of the story.
Yangtze river China - there are thousands of such setups to load boats and unloads ships for cargo export/import as far as the eye can see - this river is a river of life for China and is a very busy waterway. Please no glossy awards, scripted comments and thumbnails back to your own work. If you want to comment let me know what you liked, didn't like or some sort of input for improving. Either by email or comments. And I will reciprocate.
From the Loha Pol on the east side of the fortress, the entrance ramp winds down across the fort in a deep passage and then down the west side, passing in the process, the spot where Rao Jodha had Raja Ram Meghwal buried alive in the fort's foundations.
Note the figure in the green shirt in the distance, that gives scale to the vastness of this side of the fortress.
a fisherman with his child alone ride his boat beside meghalaya hill in tekerghat, sunamganj ,Bangladesh
Dhaka, Bangladesh.
This is a story of intertwined fates. A saga of the inseparable bond between a river and its people.
You have heard about the vastness of Amazon and rich history of Nile. But there is a river that hides an epic of human civilization in herself. The waves that have been flowing for hundreds of years weaved the story of a city, which have taken the present form through ages of metamorphosis. We call her "Buriganga", the old river. Yes, old she is, older than the oldest tree or building you've ever known. This river has witnessed the rise and fall of empires since the beginning of the empires.
Buriganga is a river that flows beside Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Buriganga silently sustains twenty million people living in this city. It connects people of the two banks, handing thousands of homebound people over the bigger rivers and bringing the trade into the city from all over the country.
As humans, our nature is to kill someone who loves us. After sustaining a community for four hundred years, the river is dying now. It is dying because dumping tons of toxic industrial wastes and occupying vital parts of the river to erect buildings surely do not keep it alive. While everyone talks about saving the river, nobody points out that death of a river means the death of a community. What will happen to the man who crosses Buriganga everyday for the sake of livelihood, or to the boatman who carries him? What about the child whose playground is this very water? We have already forgotten that our existense depends on the life of this lifeline. The city must die if this river becomes a constricted and poisonous artery.
Every boat that scribbles through the heart of Buriganga writes a story. Every kid plunging into the waves leaves an unforgettable impression. This is an epic tale hundreds of years in writing.
It's too soon to write the last page of the story.
:: The Sky Blue Series ::
Inspired by the vastness of the sky in Bangkok. I wish to remind people how big and beautiful the sky is.
So, why don't you take some time and look up. You might actually get some inspiration from the sky.
Taken by Sony Nex-5, SEL 18-55
@All around Bangkok, Thailand on a car
simplificity.exteen.com/20121118/the-sky-blue-series-the-...
Gazing across the vastness of a large open chamber in a cave is a real treat. Getting here was not easy.
Emperors Room - Tumbling Rock Cave
Our final cave image of 2010. It has been a great year.
A collaborative work by Nathan Williams and Sabrina Simon
Me just simply enjoying the awesome Milky Way this evening, away from the city. Just looking at the vastness of our own galaxy makes me feel very small. You don't see a sky like this back home... This was right around the Coe Ranch Campground. Why was I here? This was during my spontaneous stargazing outing here at Henry W. Coe State Park, near Morgan Hill, CA. I wanted to check out Comet NEOWISE (during its closest approach to us) and to also see the Milky Way…
*My outing in summary: I headed to the park just after 7:15 p.m. or so. The drive was smooth sailing on U.S. 101. Then the road got pretty winding as I traveled slowly and cautiously on E Dunne Ave from Morgan Hill to the Coe Ranch Visitor Center. I even stopped for the views along the road and the sunset was just stunning as if I was seeing it from an airplane. The road was pretty much a one-lane road during the last half of the way. I arrived to the visitor center safely just after 8:30 p.m. Quite a few people and photographers were already in and around the area. I then chilled around the Coe Ranch Campground as skies slowly darkened and the crescent moon set out west. Then once skies got dark enough, I started shooting Comet NEOWISE and the Milky Way (with me in the shots as well). The night sky was absolutely amazing! You don't see skies like this back in the city, let alone be around 2,660 feet in elevation as well and also above the incoming low clouds and fog already blanketing the city of Morgan Hill below. Quite a few people were also here out camping and enjoying the clear, starry skies. I even heard a fellow photographer nearby shooting the Milky Way (and possibly NEOWISE) as well. A group of girls (who were camping) also were observed, fascinated by the skies and they even saw a few shooting stars, which unfortunately, I didn't see or capture on camera. I then headed back to my car right after 10:30 p.m. and did last-minute shots of the Milky Way (with me and my car as well lol). I then called it a night and headed back near 11 p.m. thru the dark and winding road of Dunne Ave... It was a nice mini, stargazing adventure indeed! 'Til next time, stay safe everyone...
(Outing taken place Wednesday, July 22, 2020)
Vastness (re)encountered: Unearthing an Urban Wilderness. Culum Osborne. Thesis 2008. Marcos Salcedo. Tulane School of Architecture. Selected for exhibit at Ogden Museum
The vastness. The apparent nothingness, although that is a superficial take. You can't hear the squeak, squeak of my boots or the impenetrable silence when I stopped walking. I was returning to my car from the edge of a gully that cuts through the earth and joins other cuts to become the great swath of Police Coulee. Two dozen sharp-tailed grouse had just flushed from some willows. The coyotes had not begun yipping. The deer were all hiding. The prairie consists of layered secrets to untangle. Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan.
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Voronezh is a city and the administrative centre of Voronezh Oblast in southwestern Russia straddling the Voronezh River, located 12 kilometers (7.5 mi) from where it flows into the Don River. The city sits on the Southeastern Railway, which connects western Russia with the Urals and Siberia, the Caucasus and Ukraine, and the M4 highway (Moscow–Voronezh–Rostov-on-Don–Novorossiysk). In recent years the city has experienced rapid population growth, rising in 2021 to 1,057,681, up from 889,680 recorded in the 2010 Census, making it the 14th-most populous city in the country.
For many years, the hypothesis of the Soviet historian Vladimir Zagorovsky dominated: he produced the toponym "Voronezh" from the hypothetical Slavic personal name Voroneg. This man allegedly gave the name of a small town in the Chernigov Principality (now the village of Voronizh in Ukraine). Later, in the 11th or 12th century, the settlers were able to "transfer" this name to the Don region, where they named the second city Voronezh, and the river got its name from the city. However, now many researchers criticize the hypothesis, since in reality neither the name of Voroneg nor the second city was revealed, and usually the names of Russian cities repeated the names of the rivers, but not vice versa.
A comprehensive scientific analysis was conducted in 2015–2016 by the historian Pavel Popov. His conclusion: "Voronezh" is a probable Slavic macrotoponym associated with outstanding signs of nature, has a root voron- (from the proto-Slavic vorn) in the meaning of "black, dark" and the suffix -ezh (-azh, -ozh). It was not “transferred” and in the 8th - 9th centuries it marked a vast territory covered with black forests (oak forests) - from the mouth of the Voronezh river to the Voronozhsky annalistic forests in the middle and upper reaches of the river, and in the west to the Don (many forests were cut down). The historian believes that the main "city" of the early town-planning complex could repeat the name of the region – Voronezh. Now the hillfort is located in the administrative part of the modern city, in the Voronezh upland oak forest. This is one of Europe's largest ancient Slavic hillforts, the area of which – more than 9 hectares – 13 times the area of the main settlement in Kyiv before the baptism of Rus.
In it is assumed that the word "Voronezh" means bluing - a technique to increase the corrosion resistance of iron products. This explanation fits well with the proximity to the ancient city of Voronezh of a large iron deposit and the city of Stary Oskol. As well as the name of Voroneț Monastery known for its blue shade.
Folk etymology claims the name comes from combining the Russian words for raven (ворон) and hedgehog (еж) into Воронеж. According to this explanation two Slavic tribes named after the animals used this combination to name the river which later in turn provided the name for a settlement. There is not believed to be any scientific support for this explanation.
In the 16th century, the Middle Don basin, including the Voronezh river, was gradually conquered by Muscovy from the Nogai Horde (a successor state of the Golden Horde), and the current city of Voronezh was established in 1585 by Feodor I as a fort protecting the Muravsky Trail trade route against the slave raids of the Nogai and Crimean Tatars. The city was named after the river.
17th to 19th centuries
In the 17th century, Voronezh gradually evolved into a sizable town. Weronecz is shown on the Worona river in Resania in Joan Blaeu's map of 1645. Peter the Great built a dockyard in Voronezh where the Azov Flotilla was constructed for the Azov campaigns in 1695 and 1696. This fleet, the first ever built in Russia, included the first Russian ship of the line, Goto Predestinatsia. The Orthodox diocese of Voronezh was instituted in 1682 and its first bishop, Mitrofan of Voronezh, was later proclaimed the town's patron saint.
Owing to the Voronezh Admiralty Wharf, for a short time, Voronezh became the largest city of South Russia and the economic center of a large and fertile region. In 1711, it was made the seat of the Azov Governorate, which eventually morphed into the Voronezh Governorate.
In the 19th century, Voronezh was a center of the Central Black Earth Region. Manufacturing industry (mills, tallow-melting, butter-making, soap, leather, and other works) as well as bread, cattle, suet, and the hair trade developed in the town. A railway connected Voronezh with Moscow in 1868 and Rostov-on-Don in 1871.
Taking in the vastness of the Pacific Ocean from the cliffs of Ka Lae, the southernmost point in the United States.
Trinity Church
The temple was founded in the early 17th century. According to the "Census Book of the Voronezh District", the church already existed in 1646.
The wooden church was rebuilt several times. In 1792-1794, the residents of Borovoye built a new stone church with a side chapel of the Entry of the Most Holy Theotokos into the Temple instead of the wooden one. In the 19th century, another side chapel was built. In 1894, a male parish school was built at the church, and in 1900, a female parish school. The church was active until the mid-1930s. After the church was closed, the building stood empty for a long time, then was used as a collective farm warehouse. In 1990, they began to restore the church. In 1999, a Sunday school was opened at the church.
The Trinity (Latin: Trinitas, lit. 'triad', from trinus 'threefold') is the Christian doctrine concerning the nature of God, which defines one God existing in three, coeternal, consubstantial divine persons: God the Father, God the Son (Jesus Christ) and God the Holy Spirit, three distinct persons (hypostases) sharing one essence/substance/nature (homoousion).
As the Fourth Lateran Council declared, it is the Father who begets, the Son who is begotten, and the Holy Spirit who proceeds. In this context, one essence/nature defines what God is, while the three persons define who God is. This expresses at once their distinction and their indissoluble unity. Thus, the entire process of creation and grace is viewed as a single shared action of the three divine persons, in which each person manifests the attributes unique to them in the Trinity, thereby proving that everything comes "from the Father", "through the Son", and "in the Holy Spirit".
This doctrine is called Trinitarianism, and its adherents are called Trinitarians, while its opponents are called antitrinitarians or nontrinitarians and are considered non-Christian by most mainline groups. Nontrinitarian positions include Unitarianism, binitarianism and modalism. The theological study of the Trinity is called "triadology" or "Trinitarian theology".
While the developed doctrine of the Trinity is not explicit in the books that constitute the New Testament, the New Testament possesses a triadic understanding of God and contains a number of Trinitarian formulas. The doctrine of the Trinity was first formulated among the early Christians (mid-2nd century and later) and fathers of the Church as they attempted to understand the relationship between Jesus and God in their scriptural documents and prior traditions.
Ocassionally when I look in our history books of Western Canada I see these black & white landscapes of wheat in stooks and cattle grazing on pasture under the watchful eye of a cowboy on a horse. Usually there is this vastness to the horizon. You know you are looking at a young country being tamed.
Our sights are a little more restricted these days as urbania crowds in for more cookie-cutter homes on peices of estate; hay is rounded up, shrink-wrapped and sold to Japan for Kobe beef, meanwhile an average consumer couldn't tell the taste of Angus sirloin hamburger from that of a Charlais meatloaf. Ah, never mind my cynicism. There is still beauty to be found.
It was an overcast day when shooting this scene. Flickr is aflood in bright canola fields these days. Let the lack of colour take you back to another time, a prairie summer.
Alekseevo-Akatov monastery was not always female. Initially it was the only monastery in the city for men. Its history began in 1620, when it was built near Voronezh as a sign of gratitude for the victory won over the troops of the Lithuanians and Circassians. It was named after Alexy of Moscow and by the name of the place where it was built – Akatova Polyana.
Initially it was a small wooden church, but eventually a stone temple was built in its place, then the Assumption Church and a lot of land was attached to the monastery. A special time came to the monastery during the reign of Catherine II: it was assigned a second significance class, and the state began to allocate money for its maintenance. Over time, the monastery was expanding. However, during the revolution it was ravaged, while still continuing to serve. And only during the Soviet era it was closed. Restoration began in the 80s of the twentieth century. Some parts were restored, some were rebuilt. In 1999 one of the most beautiful churches of the city, Vvedenskaya, joined the monastery. It meets all the requirements of the Rastrelli school.
Dhaka, Bangladesh.
This is a story of intertwined fates. A saga of the inseparable bond between a river and its people.
You have heard about the vastness of Amazon and rich history of Nile. But there is a river that hides an epic of human civilization in herself. The waves that have been flowing for hundreds of years weaved the story of a city, which have taken the present form through ages of metamorphosis. We call her "Buriganga", the old river. Yes, old she is, older than the oldest tree or building you've ever known. This river has witnessed the rise and fall of empires since the beginning of the empires.
Buriganga is a river that flows beside Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Buriganga silently sustains twenty million people living in this city. It connects people of the two banks, handing thousands of homebound people over the bigger rivers and bringing the trade into the city from all over the country.
As humans, our nature is to kill someone who loves us. After sustaining a community for four hundred years, the river is dying now. It is dying because dumping tons of toxic industrial wastes and occupying vital parts of the river to erect buildings surely do not keep it alive. While everyone talks about saving the river, nobody points out that death of a river means the death of a community. What will happen to the man who crosses Buriganga everyday for the sake of livelihood, or to the boatman who carries him? What about the child whose playground is this very water? We have already forgotten that our existense depends on the life of this lifeline. The city must die if this river becomes a constricted and poisonous artery.
Every boat that scribbles through the heart of Buriganga writes a story. Every kid plunging into the waves leaves an unforgettable impression. This is an epic tale hundreds of years in writing.
It's too soon to write the last page of the story.
Yamnoye (Russian: Ямное) is a rural locality (a selo) and the administrative center of Yamenskoye Rural Settlement, Ramonsky District, Voronezh Oblast, Russia. The population was 6,062 (2021 Census); 2,309 as of 2010. There are 180 streets.
Yamnoye is located 30 km southwest of Ramon (the district's administrative centre) by road. Novopodkletnoye is the nearest rural locality.[
The vastness of the Arizona high-desert is evident here. This train is heading west towards Yampai summit. The location is between Seligman to the east and Pica to the West. 10-26-91
rather large, but somewhat lacking in organization. no decent easy access to cellphone, water bottle, etc, and the pockets are mostly flat meaning that if you put anything in them - they bulge.
other that, looks like a great travel bag.
Me observing the Milky Way this evening. Just looking at the vastness of our own galaxy makes me feel very small. You don't see a sky like this back home... This was right around the Coe Ranch Campground. Why was I here? This was during my spontaneous stargazing outing here at Henry W. Coe State Park, near Morgan Hill, CA. I wanted to check out Comet NEOWISE (during its closest approach to us) and to also see the Milky Way…
*My outing in summary: I headed to the park just after 7:15 p.m. or so. The drive was smooth sailing on U.S. 101. Then the road got pretty winding as I traveled slowly and cautiously on E Dunne Ave from Morgan Hill to the Coe Ranch Visitor Center. I even stopped for the views along the road and the sunset was just stunning as if I was seeing it from an airplane. The road was pretty much a one-lane road during the last half of the way. I arrived to the visitor center safely just after 8:30 p.m. Quite a few people and photographers were already in and around the area. I then chilled around the Coe Ranch Campground as skies slowly darkened and the crescent moon set out west. Then once skies got dark enough, I started shooting Comet NEOWISE and the Milky Way (with me in the shots as well). The night sky was absolutely amazing! You don't see skies like this back in the city, let alone be around 2,660 feet in elevation as well and also above the incoming low clouds and fog already blanketing the city of Morgan Hill below. Quite a few people were also here out camping and enjoying the clear, starry skies. I even heard a fellow photographer nearby shooting the Milky Way (and possibly NEOWISE) as well. A group of girls (who were camping) also were observed, fascinated by the skies and they even saw a few shooting stars, which unfortunately, I didn't see or capture on camera. I then headed back to my car right after 10:30 p.m. and did last-minute shots of the Milky Way (with me and my car as well lol). I then called it a night and headed back near 11 p.m. thru the dark and winding road of Dunne Ave... It was a nice mini, stargazing adventure indeed! 'Til next time, stay safe everyone...
(Outing taken place Wednesday, July 22, 2020)
The vastness of the western Mongolian steppe makes for spectacular hiking. Take a week or two and lose yourself out there. Cut off from civilisation, wandering, alone in that wide open emptiness, quickly puts everything into perspective.
Dhaka, Bangladesh.
This is a story of intertwined fates. A saga of the inseparable bond between a river and its people.
You have heard about the vastness of Amazon and rich history of Nile. But there is a river that hides an epic of human civilization in herself. The waves that have been flowing for hundreds of years weaved the story of a city, which have taken the present form through ages of metamorphosis. We call her "Buriganga", the old river. Yes, old she is, older than the oldest tree or building you've ever known. This river has witnessed the rise and fall of empires since the beginning of the empires.
Buriganga is a river that flows beside Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. Buriganga silently sustains twenty million people living in this city. It connects people of the two banks, handing thousands of homebound people over the bigger rivers and bringing the trade into the city from all over the country.
As humans, our nature is to kill someone who loves us. After sustaining a community for four hundred years, the river is dying now. It is dying because dumping tons of toxic industrial wastes and occupying vital parts of the river to erect buildings surely do not keep it alive. While everyone talks about saving the river, nobody points out that death of a river means the death of a community. What will happen to the man who crosses Buriganga everyday for the sake of livelihood, or to the boatman who carries him? What about the child whose playground is this very water? We have already forgotten that our existense depends on the life of this lifeline. The city must die if this river becomes a constricted and poisonous artery.
Every boat that scribbles through the heart of Buriganga writes a story. Every kid plunging into the waves leaves an unforgettable impression. This is an epic tale hundreds of years in writing.
It's too soon to write the last page of the story.