There are some settlements along the coast whose condition is not much different from that of this child. Now it is the fault of the shores themselves or of the sea which is betraying the people living on its shores and forgetting the friendship of many seasons and swallows the yard of its neighbors. Who is the perpetrator of this infidelity? Sea, shore or man?
(Old pic of this place)
I have been going to these beaches for the last fifteen years. But this time after seven years. Those seven years have taken a lot out of this scenario. There were so many colors that night and day. I couldn't believe my eyes.
(Old pic)
I looked four hundred times on a hill. It was just an ink-stained mud. There were colorless villages that breathed. There was a pool of water with green grass growing on its banks and a weak cactus tree stood on the northern corner of the pool. Then along the canal were some thorny tree bushes which had maintained the greenery till now. Perhaps these bushes had better understood the laws of nature, which were compromised by the conditions.
(Old pic)
But to some extent man can do that, not much. Especially where even the dreams of aspirations are seen with fear, this principle only applies to cities, that in ten years the city grew so much, in five years the length of the city and the population increased so much.
(Old pic)
But there are some unfortunate shores of the sea which do not have the happiness of settlements in their destinies, where the principle is the opposite. The villages there do not get bigger but get smaller with time. Like the aspirations of the people living in these villages, the sword of migration hangs unconsciously on the minds of these villagers.