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      <item><title>Through a peek</title><link>https://35photo.ru/photo_13453840/</link><guid>https://35photo.ru/photo_13453840/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/shuvajit/&quot;&gt;Shuvajit Chakraborty&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a quiet tribal village in Bolpur, where the lanes felt empty and time moved slowly, this moment appeared on its own. Two children stood at a doorway, holding puffed rice—their eyes full of curiosity, yet softened by shyness. They would peek out, then hide again, as if playing a silent game with the world outside.

Then suddenly, they stopped. ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/photo_13453840/&quot; title=&quot;Through a peek&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2690/13453840_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Through a peek&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #ddd;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure url="https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2690/13453840_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="100000" /><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2026 20:36:35 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Shuvajit Chakraborty</dc:creator></item>
      <item><title>Early Hours</title><link>https://35photo.ru/photo_13058015/</link><guid>https://35photo.ru/photo_13058015/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/shuvajit/&quot;&gt;Shuvajit Chakraborty&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winter mornings are special. They remind me that even the quietest moments have something to say. In the mist, countless stories feel as if they are slowly revealing themselves. I have tried to capture the essence of the early hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/photo_13058015/&quot; title=&quot;Early Hours&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2611/13058015_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Early Hours&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #ddd;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure url="https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2611/13058015_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="116640" /><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 15:24:59 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Shuvajit Chakraborty</dc:creator></item>
      <item><title>The Wall of Colours</title><link>https://35photo.ru/photo_13039481/</link><guid>https://35photo.ru/photo_13039481/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/shuvajit/&quot;&gt;Shuvajit Chakraborty&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bare feet, curious eyes, and these moments of joy make the walls even more colourful and vibrant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/photo_13039481/&quot; title=&quot;The Wall of Colours&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2607/13039481_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Wall of Colours&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #ddd;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure url="https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2607/13039481_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="100000" /><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 13:22:56 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Shuvajit Chakraborty</dc:creator></item>
      <item><title>Safe in the Crowd</title><link>https://35photo.ru/photo_13039429/</link><guid>https://35photo.ru/photo_13039429/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/shuvajit/&quot;&gt;Shuvajit Chakraborty&lt;/a&gt; publish photo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the middle of a crowded street and a shower of sparks, a father keeps his child close. A quiet moment of care in a night filled with faith and noise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://35photo.ru/photo_13039429/&quot; title=&quot;Safe in the Crowd&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2607/13039429_800n.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Safe in the Crowd&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #ddd;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure url="https://c1.35photo.ru/photos_temp/sizes/2607/13039429_800n.jpg" type="image/jpeg" length="100000" /><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 13:08:28 +0300</pubDate><dc:creator>Shuvajit Chakraborty</dc:creator></item>
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