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In a quiet tribal village in Bolpur, where the lanes felt empty and time moved slowly, this moment appeared on its own. Two children stood at a doorway, holding puffed rice—their eyes full of curiosity, yet softened by shyness. They would peek out, then hide again, as if playing a silent game with the world outside.
Then suddenly, they stopped. For a moment, I felt I had missed it.
While others moved ahead, thinking the moment had passed, I chose to stay—waiting for that peek of curiosity and innocence. And after a brief pause, they returned—just for a second, peeking out once more. I don’t regret that decision. This image lives in that gentle space between curiosity and innocence.
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