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About the most beautiful day of the year, the day of Makar Sankranti festival in India. |
| Today trees play the role of minstrels with the wind aiding to their songs. Birds fly and chirp whispering among themselves, perhaps they too feel, what a beautiful day it is. Sun burns bright and exuberant filling each corners and every curve with its best of the lights. And every now and then flocks of stork wander tirelessly soaring low and high in this radiant ocean of serendipity. |