The Sleepy Panwara

The big majestic door was golden. In fact, it wasn’t golden at all, except when the sun shone brightly on it. The door was actually a lighter brown. Oh, did I forget to mention the long tapering nail-like extensions from curve of that door were a darker shade of brown and the hinges were golden. Yes, the hinges were rather golden and not the door, the majestic door to the house of Shri Dibaker. This house was the best that this sleepy shady district Panwara could afford to even see. Panwara was a town of merely seven little taluks, three primary religions, two supermarkets and a stadium. Panwara had nothing much to marvel. Or maybe a dozen lakes (most of which are clean because they are untouched) and some acres of wild virgin forest cover which are beautiful in their own way. But Í think you asked marvel, so no marvel at all but beautiful.