Went to Alamdanga, with my uncle to his father-in-law's house. Shadow Sunibir is a small quiet village - like an artist's skillful brush stroke. The calm river is flowing like a calm village near the village.
After a great meal at noon, I fell asleep. I went out in the afternoon on the way to the village. I once walked along the sweet path of the village to the amazingly beautiful river. The sun then set me west. There are innumerable cashew flowers on the river bank. Seeing the golden flowers in the golden light of the last afternoon sun, it seemed as if they were wearing golden crowns on their heads.
In the light of the last afternoon, the world seems to be tired and exhausted. The water of the river is trembling with a little frosty wind. In the intense calm of the afternoon, the intense roughness of the afternoon blended. It seemed as if the world was looking for a little rest now. The birds are fluttering, their wings fluttering with golden light.
The water of this river is strangely blue. White clouds like combed cotton in the blue sky of autumn. His shadow is in the blue water; At the same time, the crimson glow of the crimson sun - like a magical magic - as if gold was falling all around.
The light seen by the beautiful bride all around. In that light, I see the wonderful form of creation in amazement. As the bright sun, which had been shining brightly all day, said goodbye, it was embarrassing and gentle. The tenderness that is hidden in the midst of horrible beauty is like a replica.
A couple of sailing boats are floating on the river. The Bhatiali song of Majhi's voice is floating from a distant boat - 'Man Majhi tor baitha nere, I can't get out anymore'. The bullock cart is moving along the distant path, returning from the market to Hatur. But how quiet everyone is, everyone is in a hurry to return home. In this golden abirmakha enchanted moment of the evening, everyone is like a silent tapas. There is only the chirping of birds and a faint mechanical sound in the distance. It sounds like the sound of a car moving on a long road.
The sun goes down. For the last time before leaving, the sun seems to be sending some red rays to the earth. It seems that the field on the horizon of this river is a stage. The sun is shining on him from a distance, playing the role of a whimsical but skilled choreographer. The wind of the last afternoon is blowing in the distant trees. The sky behind the coconut trees became golden. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the last afternoon light. So beautiful So wonderful I do not have the ability to express this beauty in words.
The golden light seen in the particles is slowly disappearing. The color of the earth is now gray. The sun seems to have faded. Slowly the light is dimming. And after a while, the sun will sink in the water of the river. One such evening, Rabindranath wrote:
It's getting late,
Gold-Michelle gray light surrounds.
Boat tied to my middle gang;
The eyes of Astarabi seem to be asking for color.
The sun is now mistaken for a full crescent moon. The crows of the birds have stopped. In the boundaries of the infinite sky that is flying in search of its nest. The golden rays of the setting sun have fallen right on their shoulders. The reflection of the red sun in the river water has gone far away. The familiar world seems much more unfamiliar. I think, today, this is the first time I realized that the moment of sunset came on the earth. The sky has become one with Al.
Once the sun was lost in the river water. It was evening. A noisy day took its toll on the earth. The wild smell of herbs wafted from the bushes; The call of crickets is coming. Pulling the oars, a boat came to the dock. The western sky is now blue. This is a wonderful evening on the banks of the river. Light-dark environment all around. Far away paddy fields, farther away the plants are merging into the dim darkness. The sky seems to be spreading far and wide over the river. The sight of the sky and nature becoming one by pushing the black curtain of darkness is wonderful. It is a strange feeling of stillness in the vast, peaceful and free expanse of nature. Gradually the darkness around became obscure. In the calm background of the river, I felt a kind of pain to lose the amazing beauty I had seen a little earlier. What a wonderful maya, what a deep peace, what an infinite beauty in this light-darkness, this sky-earth! If I hadn't come to the river today and seen that sunset, I would have felt it. I got up with a different feeling. I have to go back now.
Every day the sun rises on the earth, the moment of sunset comes. In urban mechanics, it is never possible to observe it with one's mind and soul. In the city, there is a difference between the sunset between the brick-and-timber buildings and the sunset on the river bank. Today a new horizon is unveiled in front of me. The red color of the sky blended and darkness descended all around. In the light of the firefly, I came back home knowing the path.
wow!