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Date: 17/11/25
Ask a Brazilian what fills them with deep, unshakable pride, and many will whisper the name Iguaçu. Not because it is big, but because it is alive. At the border where Brazil meets Argentina, the river suddenly breaks into ninety-seven waterfalls — a thunderous, silver curtain that seems to fall straight from the sky. The air trembles. Mist rises like breath. Rainbows appear so casually that you start believing the world still remembers how to perform miracles.
To Brazilians, Iguaçu is not just a wonder — it is courage. A reminder that beauty does not always have to be gentle; sometimes it arrives with a roar. People stand on the viewing decks with their hearts widening, their eyes wet with spray, and a feeling they cannot fully name. Perhaps it is awe. Perhaps belonging. Perhaps the simple truth that nature still holds power we cannot imitate.
At Iguaçu, you don’t just see water fall. You feel something rise inside you.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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