Tucked at one corner,almost near the end of Muradi village of Purulia district of West Bengal is a village called ‘Boronti’ or popularly known as Baranti, inhabited by 'santhal' people( a community of tribal indigenous people),with its picture postcard lake,that attracts photographers, painters(a few of my friends in this profession had there camps set up here), ornithologists(but of course during winter months) and casual tourists,alike.
On one of my several visits to this place, on a spring afternoon in 2010, I got the rare opportunity to experience the unspoilt beauty of this place, in its different color and textures, as the sun slowly went down in the horizon and the color of the water body turned from grey to red and then finally dark.
On one of my several visits to this place, on a spring afternoon in 2010, I got the rare opportunity to experience the unspoilt beauty of this place, in its different color and textures, as the sun slowly went down in the horizon and the color of the water body turned from grey to red and then finally dark.
After a usual long grueling drive through serpentine roads, that pass through the village of Muraddi, we reached the water body of Boranti around 4.30pm.By then the sun had already slipped down in the horizon, behind one of the many hills that surround the lake, and the reflection of its glow on the lake water ,blurred the thin line between reality and imagination
We watched as the sun went down behind the hill, before getting lost in the mist, that enveloped the horizon, leaving the entire area with a reddish after glow, as if the sky and the water below it has played with colors, reminding one of Holi,the festival of colors.
It was almost 6pm and as we started to leave, we can’t help but reflect of how this place has painted itself in different hues in a short span of a couple of hours, amidst the backdrop of such serenity, that had lend this place an eternal tranquility.
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