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23 October 2025
Lake Victoria doesn’t rush — it rests. Its waters stretch wide like an open sky reflecting itself. Fishermen glide in wooden boats, their paddles slicing through morning light. Children laugh from the shore, chasing dragonflies, while distant clouds drift like dreams.
This lake is more than geography — it’s rhythm, patience, heartbeat. Around it, towns wake slowly, birds trade songs, and the horizon hums with quiet confidence.
Standing here, you understand why locals call it “Nalubaale” — the sacred one. It doesn’t need to speak to be heard. It teaches the same lesson every day: peace is not the absence of depth, it’s the courage to float upon it.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah / Guwahati, Assam, India
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