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A VIVID MEMORY / BY AMRITA DAS Spitting of rain and roaring of wind always allure a nature lover. This feeling posits itself in a different level. It's like closing the eyes and perceiving the beauty. And a book lover who carries Romantic poets like Wordsworth , Coleridge in her heart , for her witnessing these beauty is nothing less than congregating happiness and flourishing heart. Being solitude never disappoints me rather it emanates another type of complacency. Same happened to me on 4th of July though I was not lonely at that time , my circumstances allowed me to be. It was an auspicious day for Hindu culture , the day of Rath Yatra and my husband was on leave. So in the evening time we decided to visit nearby Iscon temple. The road was almost blocked everywhere because of the crowd and the march of the worshippers. Still we managed to get short cuts and after an immense search of the exact location of the temple at last reached there after 30 minutes. But ...