Must go to get a touch of nature The village is full of greenery

The present form is different. Although the time is the autumn of Bhadra, the monsoon has not yet left nature. There is water all around. Roads under water. The boat sailed towards the village of Chirchena. A haystack in front of the half-sunken house, a cattle barn beside it with water, a communication boat next to it.

As soon as the eye-catching scene comes to the limit of sight, childhood crowds in the mind. In the rain-filled water, the poet Bande Ali's meer- 'Our small village is equal to the mother / Light has saved life with air / Field filled paddy with its water-filled pond / Moonlight flickering with the rays of the moon!' - Mother's eyes in the evening In the name of night in Bakuni.