
We call in "Gahira". The only means of living for most my villagers and people of Jagatsinghpur is this crop of paddy. It looks wonderful to visit the fields in November.
I was born and brought up with a lot of love in a small village in this small town in 1950. It became a Sub-division when I passed high-school and became a District after my graduation.People around whom my life revolves around are depicted in this blog.
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