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An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand It was an afternoon of 14 th June 2013 when I reached Uttrakhand- a beautiful part of my Great Nation, Place of Pilgrimage, Known for Himalayan Glaciers- Moraines, state of valley of flowers, Dreamland for many Builders and most important my native place ( Myera Dandi Kanthi ku desh, Myeru Gad Desh as wriiten by Negi ji). I had a plan to visit Kedarnth and Mana Village in this trip to home. Within next two days I had seen the greatest Disaster, I feel the everlasting pain, I witnessed the limitation of my people, I feel the hardship of nature, I witnessed sick political will and died efforts by authorities. With in next 6 days I roamed around many villages between Basukedar (Bhatwadi) to Sonprayag (Trijuginarain) (…..More than 50 Villages). In most of the villages I listen terrible weepy sound of woman and anger of left out man. I have seen Army man and 5 helicopters carried people at diffe

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand It was an afternoon of 14 th June 2013 when I reached Uttrakhand- a beautiful part of my Great Nation, Place of Pilgrimage, Known for Himalayan Glaciers- Moraines, state of valley of flowers, Dreamland for many Builders and most important my native place ( Myera Dandi Kanthi ku desh, Myeru Gad Desh as wriiten by Negi ji). I had a plan to visit Kedarnth and Mana Village in this trip to home. Within next two days I had seen the greatest Disaster, I feel the everlasting pain, I witnessed the limitation of my people, I feel the hardship of nature, I witnessed sick political will and died efforts by authorities. With in next 6 days I roamed around many villages between Basukedar (Bhatwadi) to Sonprayag (Trijuginarain) (…..More than 50 Villages). In most of the villages I listen terrible weepy sound of woman and anger of left out man. I have seen Army man and 5 helicopters carried people at diffe

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand It was an afternoon of 14 th June 2013 when I reached Uttrakhand- a beautiful part of my Great Nation, Place of Pilgrimage, Known for Himalayan Glaciers- Moraines, state of valley of flowers, Dreamland for many Builders and most important my native place ( Myera Dandi Kanthi ku desh, Myeru Gad Desh as wriiten by Negi ji). I had a plan to visit Kedarnth and Mana Village in this trip to home. Within next two days I had seen the greatest Disaster, I feel the everlasting pain, I witnessed the limitation of my people, I feel the hardship of nature, I witnessed sick political will and died efforts by authorities. With in next 6 days I roamed around many villages between Basukedar (Bhatwadi) to Sonprayag (Trijuginarain) (…..More than 50 Villages). In most of the villages I listen terrible weepy sound of woman and anger of left out man. I have seen Army man and 5 helicopters carried people at diffe

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand It was an afternoon of 14 th June 2013 when I reached Uttrakhand- a beautiful part of my Great Nation, Place of Pilgrimage, Known for Himalayan Glaciers- Moraines, state of valley of flowers, Dreamland for many Builders and most important my native place ( Myera Dandi Kanthi ku desh, Myeru Gad Desh as wriiten by Negi ji). I had a plan to visit Kedarnth and Mana Village in this trip to home. Within next two days I had seen the greatest Disaster, I feel the everlasting pain, I witnessed the limitation of my people, I feel the hardship of nature, I witnessed sick political will and died efforts by authorities. With in next 6 days I roamed around many villages between Basukedar (Bhatwadi) to Sonprayag (Trijuginarain) (…..More than 50 Villages). In most of the villages I listen terrible weepy sound of woman and anger of left out man. I have seen Army man and 5 helicopters carried people at diffe

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand

An open letter to The President of India about the Journey to Uttrakhand It was an afternoon of 14 th June 2013 when I reached Uttrakhand- a beautiful part of my Great Nation, Place of Pilgrimage, Known for Himalayan Glaciers- Moraines, state of valley of flowers, Dreamland for many Builders and most important my native place ( Myera Dandi Kanthi ku desh, Myeru Gad Desh as wriiten by Negi ji). I had a plan to visit Kedarnth and Mana Village in this trip to home. Within next two days I had seen the greatest Disaster, I feel the everlasting pain, I witnessed the limitation of my people, I feel the hardship of nature, I witnessed sick political will and died efforts by authorities. With in next 6 days I roamed around many villages between Basukedar (Bhatwadi) to Sonprayag (Trijuginarain) (…..More than 50 Villages). In most of the villages I listen terrible weepy sound of woman and anger of left out man. I have seen Army man and 5 helicopters carried people at diffe