After the scorching summer, the monsoon is appreciated by all. Now that rain has fallen in adolescence. 17 days have passed since Ashar. This is the time when nature follows Jibanananda's line all the time, 'Only the scene is born'. Morning or tired afternoon, afternoon or evening. The scene changes from morning to night.
The dry bill is filled with water.
In the city or in the village, the forest or the river bank attracts the eye-catching form of rain. I like the soothing nature of the newly graduated monsoon. I like the sky, the open field, the turbulent water ponds, the wet green leaves, the grass.
If you go to the village, you will get the smell of sonda, it will rain. Human beings are fascinated by the rain-washed nature. This time makes me want to love nature more.How the movement of the mind also becomes poetic. When it rains a little, when the land gets wet, how we get wet with the smell of the soil. At this time, if you walk along the path of the village, as far as the eye can see, dense green can be seen.
Now if you call someone from the city to the village, the first thing you want to know is how it is raining there. Some people are happy to hear that it is raining there too. Wants to get wet. Wants to leave the brick-and-stone city.
Who doesn't want to get close to nature in the rainy season. There is no vacation to go anywhere far away. You can go out on a weekly holiday to see this form of rain.A little far from the city. If you live in Dhaka, you can go to the banks of the Padma. Mawa, Srinagar, Munshiganj or in the north Gazipur, Savar, Ashulia. You can go to the banks of Meghna, Gomti, Ichhamati or Dhaleshwari. Near the Banshi river which flows between Savar and Dhamrai upazilas. There are many places to go if you wish.
This is like we went to the banks of the Padma that day; In Bikrampur, in the villages of Bejgaon in Srinagar, Radhikhal and Balashur in Bhagyakul Union. How beautiful! Turns out, these villages are ponds and tree villages. Just trees and ponds all around. No matter where you go in the village, you will find ponds of turbulent water. Dense green water hyacinth has been observed. Most of the ponds are paved.The gap between the green leaves of the trees standing on the bank melted and the water in the swaying pond seemed to be smiling at the sky and saying, come, take a bath. In the first part of this monsoon, these reservoirs seem to have got full youth. To the north of Radhikhal is the beauty of the huge Ariyal Bill. Small boats back and forth.
The unique nature of Bengal
The river Padma is next to Bhagyakul. After the rain, the sky became clear and merged with the Padma. Fishermen are returning from the middle of the river fishing, the traders have come back in a big boat after buying cows and goats from a village on the other side. All the scenes look good separately. Covering the eyes. The mind is full. You can breathe deeply. What peace!
In fact, now if you go to any village in Bangladesh, you too can get involved in the intoxication of nature. One form after another. It's as if a skilled artist has painted his best landscape in acrylic or watercolor! There is a drop of rain or a heavy rain in a picture.
The sky above my head, the ground on which I stand, and all around গ the sweet smell of the soil is balanced. I remember seeing all the old songs. Rain songs keep humming in my mind. In fact, there is a different kind of fascination with listening to rain songs on rainy days in Tapurtupur. Rabindranath is one of the connections of Bengali with monsoon. The ‘first day of Asadhasya’ has passed but the month has not passed. Still someone's 'old heart' 'Pulke Dulia' is ringing again in the sweetness of the rain.The moment is counting when the ‘door at the invitation of Shravan’ will tremble. If you listen to that sad song of our national poet Kazi Nazrul Islam, 'If you remember more on Shaon night', you will be heartbroken. Many Bengali songs of the lost days have a touch of rain. At this moment, I remember the heavy sweet song sung by Haimanti Shukla, 'Ogo Brishti, don't touch the leaves of my eyes,'Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury's' I remember seeing the tears of this rain today ', Subir Nandi's' I have learned to cry from the rain', Selim Chowdhury's' Brishti pade tapurtupur ', Jaler's song' Brishti pade tapurtupur nade alo ban' these songs are also in the rain.
Well, don't let me out of the house on a rainy holiday. What else to do. If there is an opportunity, is it forbidden to fry khichuri and hilsa fish? Or what's wrong with chatting with chanachur-muri and ginger-tea in the evening?