The Blue Sky

Floating in the blue sky is a raft of white clouds like cotton. In autumn, nature has become eye-catching in the combination of clouds and mountains.

The colour of the clouds has changed. If you look at the sky for a moment, you will see that even a few days ago, the dusty, black, serious clouds that used to cover , they are no more. The sky is full of pieces of torn clouds floating in space like cotton. They look very soft and light. The speed is not right. This float is gathering in one corner of the sky. The pile is becoming strange with all the shapes. Immediately random again. It is spreading in pieces in the sky.

Against the backdrop of the blue sky, this huge insertion of white clouds of various shapes has created a smooth obsession over the head. The rain is almost gone. The sun is shining brightly. The edge of the pale pony cloud became radiant in its six. Evening decoration is more beautiful. The sun setting on the western horizon then felt like a gorgeous red tip on the forehead of the sky. The horizon became colourful with his fear—Yellow, orange, pink hues on the clouds. The song of pure love is heard in the chirping of the world with the flock of birds as they return to the sun in the last days. At such a moment, I feel more and more remembering ‘I don’t want to die in a beautiful world ...’.

The nature of Bengal is now not only beautiful but also gentle. Half of the autumn is passing. This time the rain came quite late. Rain and thunderstorms have been prevailing throughout the first half of autumn. Gradually that power stopped, and autumn returned to its form. The expression of autumn in this capital city is just the raft of those white clouds in the sky. He has to leave the town to see his other main accompaniment. Kashaban is now full of white flowers along the bends of the river, the shelf, the fallen ground of the village or the side of the dam. I like the beauty of Kasaban from a little distance. It is as if the pieces of white clouds in the sky are stuck on the frozen green. When you get very close, the inside looks empty. Waves are blowing from the top of the forest. It is difficult to turn a blind eye to the beauty of nature.

In rural Bengal, the green spread of Aman is now touching the horizon from field to field. The autumn clouds floating on the green in the glittering sun, the conflict between the sun and the shadow creates a poetic atmosphere;

The poet pointed out

‘Today in the paddy field the sun is playing hide and seek

Who floats in the blue sky, the white cloud floats ...’. This time, however, the farmers have suffered a lot due to the sudden flood in several areas of the northern region. However, he is not responsible for the fall. Autumn is the eternally calm season of Bengal. In the first stage, his whimsical rain, of course, soaks the passers-by a little, but that rain is very short-lived. There is no more drizzle from the middle of the day. Canals, beels, rivers are full of recent monsoon contributions. In the rainy season, the vegetation grows in a wild wave. The leaves and bark are washed away, and they look clean in autumn.

A happy ceremony is also associated with this mildest season in the Bengali cycle. In the last part of autumn, the biggest religious festival of the Hindu community, Durga Puja, . Preparations for the puja have started as usual.

The cycle of the seasons is continuously revolving in this way. With it, human life goes on like a river with the joy of gaining, the pain of losing, the sweet memories of not getting.

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