We were walking down a village called Gori 2 in Basar. Spotless, organised, perched on a hillock in the midst of lots of bamboos, a river flowing at the bottom – Gori 2 was just another typical village in Basar. Our eyes met and we exchanged tentative smiles. I started […]
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The Basar Confluence made us selfish. In the course of its three days, we experienced a beautiful perfection. It took possession of our hearts. So much so, that we wanted to keep the Basar Confluence, Bascon for short, a secret all to ourselves. So it would stay just the way […]
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