The story of spring. In the spring

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One spring day, the love between Supti and Tarun started through Facebook. Within three years of opening a Facebook account, Supti's friend list grew. He had conversations with many boy friends on Messenger.

Getting to know people, getting to know yourself, sharing good and bad with new friends became a kind of addiction. And in this way, he became a special young man among many. Then slowly the exchange of thoughts went smoothly for a few years. It feels like a painful time when both of them are not talking to each other. Hundreds of childish accusations The sweet quarrel in the mound of accusations went on till late at night. In this way, Supti and the young man began to float in the frenzy of love. The game of emotions and feelings began to cut into two unknown destinations. No one cares where that destination ends.

As if floating on the raft of love is the main goal. There is no shame in this love insane behind the eyes of the people; No fear. Running endlessly in the tide of love is like above all things. Sometimes finding happiness in anger and uninvited quarrels is like finding absolute happiness.

Young is a successful businessman. He thinks it is his duty and duty to make Supti happy by stealing time by closing the business gap. And because of being a businessman, the mind that is so preoccupied with the addiction of earning a living wants to be preoccupied only with the thoughts of future savings and beautiful life. The world doesn't work without money.

There is a saying that when you see a lack, or love runs through the window. A wise boy like a young man understands that well. And that is why the worshipers of beautiful young people often become careless in the pursuit of earning money to keep everything else in life full except love. Then Supti is not given time without much need.

On the other hand, the mountain of suffering is frozen in the emotional heart of Supti. Supti swells her cheeks with pride and feels sad and waits for the phone call or text of her loved one. When he will be free, when the call of the beloved man will come in the box of his mind! Each moment of waiting seems to be longer than the era.

Even if all the other days are spent in the middle of busyness, on special days, the loved ones have different desires from the loved ones. There is a lot of imagination and love in that desire. As it is understood by the youth, it has become a custom to give surprises on every festival day to please Supti.

The youngsters have always been trying to spend some time alone with Supti on the first morning of every spring since the two of them called the spring cuckoo of love in their youth. At the beginning of each spring day, the cuckoo's voice and the wife's whistle make the day even sweeter by adding a new and different dimension to their lover's heart.

As soon as you walk on the green grass in the TSC or on the way to a park with your hands in your hands, you feel the swaying wind.

When the stupor of winter breaks down, spring arrives to fill the lifeless and lifeless nature. On such a lovely day, the couple's eyes meet with great trembling.

Sitting on the green soft grass of the moon, the young man and Supti look at each other for a long time. The obsession of love pulls the two bodies awake with many desires like a magnet. Tension and frenzy inside the heart. Shiny golden sun on the head. Rows of dense fir trees. Soylab around dried leaves. When Basanti Rang tries to understand the unspoken words of the two minds in the spring day, their hoarse voice of Badamdhe Badam Waller is around.

Immediately, the embarrassed eyes of the two pretend to see the amazing beauty of nature in Luko. Then a long silence. For a while, Supti's question broke through that silence

-Bangla Falgun and Chaitra are two months of spring, aren't they?

The young man looked at Supti with a lot of surprise.

-Hmm, right ...... you know?

- Yes ... I know. Everyone knows ...

-Uh, you're wrong. Many do not know.

Many young people in our country do not know about Bengali year and six seasons.

Said the young man.

- Maybe. The modern age is going on. Everyone knows more about English months and years to maintain their fragile status. Makes more noise.

-Umm ..... no ... it would be wrong to say that he has knowledge. What has happened: - Among the English, Bengali, Arabic years, the English year is the most used. The English year is used in books as the English calendar is more prevalent all over the world. The reckoning began 2019 years ago, the day Jesus Christ died. The subject of the English year is entirely related to Jesus Christ. The English calendar is BC and AD. The years after the birth of Jesus are called AD in English as Abhavvat Ubay (abbreviated as A.U.) and the years before his birth as B.C. These two also have a lot more analytical information that you will not understand if you do not explain-But the point is that as a Bengali no matter how much you know about the days-months-years of the English year, every Bengali parent should teach the children about the Bengali year and the six seasons from an early age like the English year. But sadly many parents themselves are ignorant about the Bengali year and season. And school colleges are also very indifferent in this regard.

The young man let out a sigh and began to speak again in silence for a while.

- Don't look ...In spring, the cuckoo's cooing, the colorful flowers, the dry air, the young leaves of the tree all carry the message of the arrival of spring. None of us notice or feel this. But these should be felt deeply. To know and understand nature means to know and understand oneself. But what do we do? We only celebrate special months and special days by beating the drums.

- Many people have no idea that nature feels the vibration of life in spring. The spring that is the king of all seasons is also unknown to some people.

You know what Rituraja spring brings new life to nature? The light clouds floating in the sky, the random wind, the endless companion of spring. The random wind of spring but does not stay still in any particular direction.

In this season nature takes an excellent form. The inertia of winter is broken and the new leaf is decorated. Colorful flowers bloom on the trees. Palash, Shimul, Mandar, Krishnacura reddish parase dressed as a bride.

Rows and rows of trees are reddened. And Krishnacura blooms to beautify this spring. Palash increases the redness of spring. As soon as the brightly colored parsa bulatei palash flowers arrive.

The leafy palash tree blooms in bunches. Ashoka, Parul, Nilmonilata, Nageshwar, Aparajita, these colorful flowers adorn the courtyard of the house. Bees, bumblebees play and swell. All the colorful butterflies are flying in full bloom.

- It seems to me that the arrival of indigestion and invincibility comes as soon as the lack of spring indigo is eliminated. Amrakanan is full of buds. Another great sight is the croaking of cuckoos from behind the trees.

- Well, do you know anything about falgun and spring? What is the history of the beginning of Falgun and spring or its origin?

- No, I don't know much, I know very little. But I heard there is a story. Supti's short answer

- Right ...

Story ... I will tell you that story today. Listen, once upon a time there was a king named Phal. No one praised him because he was so cruel. So the king said one day, give him half of his property as a gift to the one who praises him the most.

The king issued a decree to inform about this. In their greed for half of the king's property, everyone started praising the king. In the end, a tenant named 'Ant' won. Speaking of giving the prize, the king said, "Boss end."

Leaving the subjects seated, the king left. The tenants waited for the prize. But the king did not explain his reward, that is, he cheated. Seeing such behavior of the king, sadness left the country and winter left. Cuckoo Kuhukuhu protested in the trees. Regmege Krishnacura caught fire.

History says that day was the first day of a month in the present Bengali calendar. Falgun became the name of the month when the story of King Phal and Guna Gawa became popular. And the king called Antak ‘Boss Ant’ and since then the name of this period has become Basanta.

Supti is fascinated and looks at the young man's face and listens to the fascinating story of the beauty of the English year and spring.

This fascinated sight of Supti does not escape the eyes of the young man.

The young man looked at her with mixed eyes and said:

-What? What are you looking at?

Supti says in a very hoarse voice - how do you speak so neatly? Your thoughts are so beautiful that I am thrilled to realize them. I'm not surprised at times.

The young man smiles ... then starts saying again—

- Hey fool, this is out knowledge. Reading various books, reading newspapers, watching various educational TV channels, trying to understand what is happening around us with our eyes open only increases our out knowledge. Well, leave out these things.

Don't listen — in the lonely afternoon of spring, when my wife is talking, when a bird calls to her tune, what happens to me, she wants to listen to that tune without closing her eyes.

- You know what? Every moment of the season, the spring wind blows in the forest? The deep forest resounds with the murmur of dried leaves. Shalban is covered with fallen leaves. At one point, life came back to the dirty forest. Kachipata can be seen in the trees. The dry forest begins to look green. The forest is transmitted to the tune of birds.

To enjoy this aesthetic beauty of spring, but the festival starts all over the country. Spring not only colors nature but also gives life to the human mind. Spring is a great addition to our cultural heritage.

Supti anxiously picked up the young man's hand. Says in a fascinated voice

-You know so much as a businessman, feel so beautiful. Do you know what I think? It seems to me now that you are no ordinary person. You are an extraordinary poet.

-You know, the more I see you, the more I know about you, I am surprised and fascinated.

- The young man draws a simple smile on the corner of his lips

- Crazy ... Listen, her lovers are dearer to her than anything else in the world. Your case is no exception. For this, whatever I say, whatever I do, you will be overwhelmed and fascinated. And special moments on special days are the most interesting for couples like us. I know you love me so much. The moment we spend together is heavenly to you. And today is a special day. Today is spring day. .So spring is spreading basanti color in your mind, you know?

The young man pressed Supti's nose with the tip of two fingers.

—-Supti stares at the young man's face. His eyes do not want to move. So is the youth. The red sun of the falling afternoon and the color of spring seemed to overflow in the eyes of both of them.

Fascination! Lots of fascination to pair those twin eyes.

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Thank you very much

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The story of spring, in spring. The story was very beautiful.

The young man drew a simple smile on the corner of his lips. The young man pressed Supti's nose with the tips of two fingers. Fascination! Lots of fascination to cover those two pairs of eyes.

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