--------------------------------------The red setting sun at dusk. At the end of the day, the noise around stopped. A different kind of peace comes down to nature. The animals and birds go back and forth. After a busy day, it is time for people to return home. There is a natural silence everywhere. In the red light of the sun, nature seems to decorate itself in a different color. Standing on the banks of the river, one can observe the enchanting beauty of the sunset. Wide riverbank, gurgling river in front, heavenly sky. Seeing this beauty, the beauty of this wonderful form, the thirst of two eyes should not be quenched. It is as if the Creator of the universe has hidden himself and immersed man in enchanting beauty. A mysterious Maya is creating a world and playing behind the scenes. Standing on a secluded riverbank at sunset, such spiritual thoughts seem to float away. At the end of the day and the arrival of the night, this world seems to be in a game of reunion. The sky and the ground are silent face to face. The sunset scene in the dense setting of the shady village is reminiscent of a veiled shy bride. When you watch the sunset on the river bank, you can see the multidimensional beauty. In front of the vast area of water, the red generous sky above, standing at the open river bank at dusk can enjoy a wonderful natural view. The water of the river became red with the red color of the sky. At this time the color changes rapidly on the horizon. The red tip of the setting sun on the forehead makes the earth look like a bride. The view of the fishermen's boat floating in the glistening golden water is wonderful. A swarm of white buck, a swarm of gannets, swam along the river bank. The crimson sun loses its warmth and turns red.
At one time it seemed as if the river and the sky had merged on the horizon. The sun seems to be listening to the melody of the secret sadness of the earth. Then the ball of fire seemed to sink into the river. Darkness covered the black sheet all around. The sound of crickets, the flickering light of fireflies, the creaking air creates a new obsession. The craftsmanship of the light smashed on the small waves of the river in the dim evening of the evening was truly astonishing. I wish I could put my hand on the craftsmanship of that wave. Touch and see the strange lurking of light and shadow. I hold in my heart the sweetness of the wonderful form of the dense evening. But in reality it is not going to happen. So take the help of technology.
The beauty of the river draws me to her. When I go to the river, I get lost in my imagination. Then I feel much lighter. The scenery looks much better at sunset. I wonder why Suryimama doesn't take me wherever she goes. Thoughts are imaginary. The frosty wind on the bank of the river pierced me and ran away into the distance. The mind wants to run with the wind. The boats float on the river, the white bucks fly over the river. How colorful life is can be understood by going to the river. There are rivers in all the rivers of Bengal. The river takes a terrible shape in the rainy season. Although this year the river dried up and almost died. Life becomes more colorful as you watch the sunset by the river. The river is like our mother. There is no way for anyone to understand the wonderful play of the river. The river I have seen is the Subarnarekha river. What a beautiful sight you can never understand without going to it. Anyone looking at the river will be impressed. Watching the sunset on the river bank reminds me of some verses of Rabindranath Tagore's poem:
‘In the evening the stream of glittering glitter is curved
Dirty in the dark, as if covered in a sheath
Curved sword.
The best moment at the end of the day is to watch the sunset by the river. That mind-blowing view of the river can easily weaken a person. Which I was. It was as if there was a feeling with the river. This was a good time for me. People spend their days in the middle of a lot of busyness. So maybe many people do not have time to enjoy this beautiful view. I tell you, don't come to the river once. I promised not to waste your time. There was a kashabana by the river but the flowers have not bloomed yet so maybe it was not good to see. But I like everything a lot. There was an extreme time that cannot be said to end. I was enjoying the beautiful view of the sunset on the river bank. My friends were also lost in the sea of beauty. The water of the river is calling us to go to him. His magic is pulling us. Now I have to go home. Suddenly Uttam Kumar's everlasting song resounded in my mind which gave this experience a more vivid fulfillment.
If it is time for the sun to set, let it come
This earth will be the land of dreams in the color of twilight.
I stepped on the way home while humming in my mind. Nothing really compares to the feeling of watching the sunset on the golden line.-----------------