I couldn't figure out immediately why they made the small grave yard very on the river bed of sands
when my train was slowly crossing the steel bridge over the dried sand river..
However as I took a look the photos a couple of times more
after I got back from the travel to the marvelous continent
I started thinking that the local people in the province might try to convey the coffin of the dead
to Ganga, a holy river, with the help of current of the river in the rainy season soon to come at that time..
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