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silent resort

what a day! i went for my first ever staff picnic to this place called the Silent Resort in Palghar. it was nice to see all the teachers who u normally saw only in salwar-kameez or saree (n m not talkin about the majority, its the dress code!) in jeans n tee. perfect time for a picnic when we hv jus got done with portion n will have to start with exams soon.. it was a real stress buster!

the place is subtitled The Whispering Gallery of nature. so very true. its vast ok! n there are several "aram kutir" with cots. the hammocks by the river side are a real pleasure. there r very few rides but pools of various sizes where u can just let your body loose. rain dance is quite fun too. its just impossible to resist the jhulas of all sizes n variety. there is ample place for cricket n other outdoor sports too. they have embellished the otherwise not-so-ethnic place with random wooden carved doorways. the food is as decent as it can be in such places.. dont forget to have the gola.. sllrrpp :)

all in all, its an agreeable experience.. esp beacause its not too far from the city. an ideal place for huge groups.

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Give yourelf some concession
Its perfectly alright to not know it all
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Thankfully, participation is not mandatory even with no entrance fée
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À strategic recul is sometimes necessary to achieve thé final feat.

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Thé best moments are those that never make it to facebook
Learn à new art just for thé heck of it
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