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Write a essay on summer season in Sanskrit

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Sanskrit (/ˈsænskrɪt/; संस्कृतम् saṃskṛtam [səmskr̩t̪əm], originally संस्कृता वाक् saṃskṛtā vāk, "refined speech") is a historical Indo-Aryanlanguage, the primary liturgical language of Hinduism and a literary and scholarly language in Buddhism and Jainism. Developing from Vedic Sanskrit, today it is listed as one of the 22 scheduled languages of India[3] and is an official language of the state of Uttarakhand.[4] Sanskrit holds a prominent position in Indo-European studies. The corpus of Sanskrit...
Buddhism, Indo-Aryan languages, Indo-European languages 799  Words | 3  Pages
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Why Summer is my Favorite Season

 Summer, the smell of fresh-cut grass wafting through the air, the sound of the ice cream truck making its way through your neighborhood, or the sound of kids screaming, laughing, and jumping into the pool on a hot summer day. This is the only season you would see these things happening, and that what I love so much about it. There’s not a day during summer, that you cant find something to do and if your like me either stuck at school or work your wishing you were outside enjoying the beautiful...
2008 singles, Climate, Rain 1007  Words | 4  Pages
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Summer

SUMMER (Descriptive Essay)      Everyone has a comfortable place to escape to for relaxation.  They go there when they need to be alone and not with people to disturb them.  My place is nature in the summer.  The summer time relaxes me like no exact place could.  Nature, in the summer, relaxes me with its naturedness.      I love sitting in the grass and listening to the nature sounds around  me while it's summer.  One of the sounds I tune to first is the sound of the birds singing and chirping...
Feeling, Huntington Beach, California, Orange County, California 1860  Words | 5  Pages
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Summer

Summer’s getting drowsy now Soon she will be fast asleep Missing summer, the trees begin to weep It’s autumn time so leave and take a bow I heard the autumns singing. The wind it sprints through the trees. The air is getting crispier and a chilly nip is in the breeze. On autumns night a luminous pearl hangs in the radiant night sky. Journeying to warmer land, the birds ‘gossip loudly as they fly. When orange and red are burnished on leaves, They glide down like a silent pack of thieves.