Just a few weeks ago, the Titas River was full of water, flowing with life and motion. Boats moved across its surface, and the sound of rippling waves filled the air. But as the rainy season ended, the water level began to drop. Gradually, the river started to dry up, revealing vast stretches of fertile land. What was once a riverbed is now transforming into green fields, ready for cultivation.
In this season, the farmers in the villages are becoming busy once again. They are preparing seedbeds and arranging everything for the next rice planting. By December, the fields in the low-lying wetlands, known as bils, will be ready for transplanting the young rice seedlings. In some parts, the river’s water still remains — providing the perfect environment for the farmers to prepare their crops. It’s a familiar and beautiful cycle of rural life that repeats every year, bringing both challenge and hope.
Right now, the bils are adorned with an enchanting natural sight — water hyacinths in full bloom. Their soft lavender-colored flowers cover the water like a delicate carpet. Many people see water hyacinths as a nuisance, but during this time, they become a symbol of natural beauty. When the gentle breeze moves through the fields, the flowers sway gracefully, creating a picture that feels alive and peaceful.
Alongside the beauty of the fields, another rhythm of life has begun — the fishing season. As the water level drops, the small canals and ponds become filled with local fish trapped in the shallow waters. Fishermen from nearby villages take their nets, traps, and bamboo poles and head out to catch fish. Native species such as pabda, shing, magur, puti, and small shrimp are now found in abundance
My mother keeps calling me, saying, “Come home soon! The local fish are plentiful and cheap now.” Her words always touch my heart. There’s something incredibly special about this season in the village — a blend of simplicity, hard work, and natural charm that feels worlds apart from city life.
When I visited my hometown last week, I captured this photo. Standing beside the river, I saw the green meadows stretching far and wide, the purple water hyacinths dancing in the wind, and fishermen throwing their nets in the quiet waters. The smell of wet soil, the sound of birds, and the calm horizon filled me with peace.
This time of year brings a new sense of hope to the villagers. The promise of a good harvest, the abundance of local fish, and the renewal of nature’s colors — all of it paints a picture of harmony between people and the land.
The Titas River is more than just a body of water; it is the heartbeat of rural life. It connects people with nature, with their livelihoods, and with a deeper sense of belonging. Every season it changes its face — from the lively floods of monsoon to the quiet, green fields of winter. And through these changes, it reminds us how closely our lives are tied to the rhythm of nature.
No matter how far we go, the beauty of the river, the flowers, the fields, and the people — all remain in our hearts as a reflection of the real Bangladesh.
