A rainy evening

Today the form of rain is in the midst of human beings

The roar is going on, it is going on intensively

This statement of Ravi Tagore helps us to understand the appeal of rain in Bengali life. The monsoon, with its boundless beauty and grace, nourishes the nature of Bengal and its children. This monsoon is always intoxicated with various games with the human mind. The immense beauty that appears in the darkness of the rainy night, which contains many forms in the same body, cannot be described in words. This is just to feel silent. Rainy nights have caught up with me many times in my life. But for the first time in my life I realized the rainy night in a secluded village. The night still lingers in my memory like the memory of the first love of a man in a secluded village. The feeling of that night makes me laugh and thrill again and again.

Opportunity to enjoy a rainy night: I live in the city. Rainy nights are never found in the brick-and-timber cages of the city. Even if the rain goddess showers her mercy on the city in this aggression of human civilization, she cannot match herself completely. So in this rain there is no rhythm, there is no smell, there is no language. So before the rains in my life there was just the endless fall of droplets of water droplets. I first learned to experience a rainy night by attending the wedding of one of my distant relatives. The marriage took place in a remote village on the banks of the Madhumati river. Arranged like a picture, the village is nurtured with the boundless affection of green nature. In that rural nature of the month of Sravan, the rain goddess revealed her full form. That's why I kept remembering Ravi Tagore's words,

I stay in Hetha just to sing your song

Give it to your world assembly

This is my place.

Description of rainy night: That rainy night in my life is one of my memorable events. The backyard, the house, the noise, the decor of the wedding are intertwined with the memories of that rainy night. And the simplicity of the people there. When I first set foot in the wedding house that evening, the sky was clear after only one downpour. The twilight light spreads an enchanting yellow hue throughout the courtyard. In the light seen by this bride full of yellow aura, the teenagers wearing red and yellow sari were running around barefoot. Just as the black-crowned flower impresses all the other beauties of nature with its own glory, so did the teenagers at that time. Their open smiles and playfulness kept the marriage alive. And the warm invitation and affection of the relatives of the village at the wedding house fascinated me. There was a primitive tension and love in this affection. We usually see the stylishness and artificiality in the city wedding house. But this rural marriage was devoid of all redundancies. There was no gleam of neon light, no sky-scraping shout of the sound system. Red-blue paper, piles of flowers, banana trees, hijack lights were all associated with rural weddings. With this, the arrangement of nature and monsoon was harmonious. Shortly after the wedding night was over, Megharaj and his army occupied the sky as if to show them where to play the madal and play the game of lightning. The heavy rain started. Due to rain, it was delayed to reach Barapaksha's house. So in this sudden break, for a while, the hustle and bustle of the marriage house was covered with a blanket of unknown silence. This is not the silence of any pain, it is like realizing this arrangement of nature in silence for a while. I am sitting alone by the window. The endless rhythmic music of the rain outside. Nature is covered with a sheet of darkness and a sheet of rain seems to have created a separate covering over this darkness. The leaves of the trees are trembling mildly in the rain water. The sound of water and the smell of rain enchanted the whole environment. The water of straw rice falls along the edge of the mud house and flows in a certain order. It looks as if a rushing river is rushing to fill another unknown land with silt. Near the door of the house, at the foot of the stairs made of palm trees, some ducks have gathered and are soaking in the rain with joy of mind. And sometimes the fan is fluttering in an extraordinary dance pose. Unbeknownst to him, he began to play in the depths of his mind - "Cloud after cloud has come / Darkness comes / Why put me alone / Next to the door. I have heard this song of Ravi Tagore many times. But never realized from the mind. On that day I first discovered the meaning of this song. That day I understood why Rabindranath Tagore was so anxious about the rains, poets and writers were so organized. This rain creates a kind of intoxication, it is not fully available, you just have to feel it. To be fascinated by its beauty