A blissful revelry,pure happiness and delight It gives us strength and banishes all fear It shines with all its might It’s strong presence,felt in every way, Guiding us forward,come what

From the mouth of Devlok Bhoomi, Among the hills, The serpentine flow Of the pious Ganges, Calls us now and then, To awaken our family, To think in different verses,

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Long ago, in a small village surrounded by hills and rivers, there lived a kind boy named Arun. He was about twelve years old, full of questions about the world.