The Sunset Reverie of Khowrabil -Whispers of the Dying Sun !!!
Biswanath Bhattacharya
June 9, 2025
The Khowrabil, a cradle of serenity nestled amidst the verdant embrace of Kailashahar, has always held a special place in my heart—a jewel of tranquility that beckoned during my tenure as Block Development Officer at Kumarghat, Land Acquisition Collector, and later as District Treasury Officer and ADM & Collector of North Tripura District. The historic lake, situated 178 kilometers from Agartala, offered solace and inspiration, its timeless beauty entwined with the memories of my service to this cherished land.
As the day begins its graceful descent into twilight, Khowrabil Lake transforms into an ethereal tableau, a canvas of serenity and splendor. The sun, like a painter wielding fiery brushes, spills strokes of orange and gold across the wide expanse of the heavens. The water below mirrors this celestial artistry, shimmering like a liquid jewel. The towering trees surrounding the lake stand like silent sentinels, their elongated shadows mingling with the glowing hues of dusk, cradling the historic lake in a tender embrace. A gentle breeze meanders through the verdant foliage, carrying whispers of stories untold. The leaves sway in delicate choreography, their rustling creating a symphony so faint, so intimate, it feels as though the land itself is sighing in contentment. The air, rich with the perfume of freshly blossomed flowers, envelops the senses, evoking a rush of nostalgia and tranquility. In this moment, the world feels immeasurably vast yet intimately near, as though the universe itself is leaning in to witness the quiet grandeur of this fading day.
The sun dips further, its radiant crown slipping beneath the horizon as if bowing to the majesty of the lake. The colors in the sky deepen, blending into a vibrant tapestry of pinks and purples that seem almost unreal in their beauty. The waters of Khowrabil glow softly, reflecting this riot of hues, a fleeting masterpiece that exists only for those willing to pause and marvel. Crickets begin their nocturnal serenade, their gentle chirping weaving into the fabric of the evening, a melody that speaks of the timeless connection between earth and sky.
As twilight settles like an unseen veil, the first stars emerge, tiny embers scattered across the heavens. Their delicate twinkle casts a celestial glow that mingles with the last vestiges of daylight. The lake, now cloaked in mystery, seems to hum with a quiet energy, a place where the boundaries between the real and imagined blur. The tranquility here whispers of eternity, as though time itself pauses to honor the splendor of Khowrabil at sunset. Paradise, they say, is a realm where imagination soars unbidden, where the heart finds its rhythm in the harmony of nature. For me, Khowrabil was, and continues to be, that paradise—a haven where the mind feels ignited, the soul refreshed, and the beauty of life distilled into unforgettable moments of pure stillness. Here, the sunset becomes more than an event; it transforms into a reverie, a poetic pause in the pulse of existence, a place forever etched in the landscape of memory.
(Tripurainfo)
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