Winter is different from other seasons. The location of winter covers many parts of Bengal. Winter comes wrapped in a mysterious sheet of fog with the snowy wind filling the golden wings of autumn. Winter is the favorite season of Bengalis. Any season is bright in its own way, consistent with the way of life of the people of this country and glorious. Even after all this, winter seems to be a special treat in the life of middle-class Bengalis. In the joy of receiving it after a long wait, a letter arrives in the envelope of bright yellow leaves. The arrival of winter in nature on the northern side of the dense fog along the northern path in the freezing-cold air. The sweet smell of pitha puli and date juice makes winter cold in every house in Bengal.
Winter morning in nature:
Poush-Magh is the winter of these two months. Although the amazement of winter starts from the end of autumn i.e. from the middle of agrahayan. The message of the arrival of winter in nature was announced long ago. The winter morning look is completely different from other seasons. Before the end of the autumn days, the winter came and appeared in nature. The foggy girls also camped in the secluded forests and along the river banks. On the northern horizon, icy breaths spread from the icebergs of the Himalayas. The world seems to become numb in winter. The faded yellow leaves fall silently into the dust of the path. On a long winter night, the sound of azan comes to Saadi in the morning with a blanket of fog. People woke up to the chirping of birds in the trees. The winter mornings in Bengal are really diverse. The trees walk in rows on the shoulders of date juice to the countryside. In the misty sun in the east, the children spread the carpet in the yard and share the joy of winter with a sip of raw juice. On the scaffolding in the courtyard of the house, dewy beans, barbati, gourd and pumpkin trees on the straw rice look amazing on a winter morning. The yellow flowers of field-filled mustard take away the mind of every Bengali. Dewdrops hang on the top of peas and green grass. Removing the thick net of fog, the sweet sunshine comes and adds a new dimension to the winter morning. Kabiman therefore sang happily - "Breaking the clouds slowly fills the face of the sun with the happiness of life."
Winter Morning Village-Bangla:
Wide blanket of fog all around, the view of the fog in the green village of Bangladesh looks amazing. The whole village is submerged in dense fog. There is no way to see anything anywhere. Houses, fog and mist across villages, ponds, bamboo groves and vast deserts. The sound of fog falling from the leaves of the tree fascinates the mind. Leaving behind the faint sound of dew, the mind then rushed to the field of Kalai flowers of Tepantar. Fog accumulates in the paddy field. The pot of sweet juice hanging on the top of the palm tree makes the winter morning look like a paradise in the realm of imagination. It's like the last scratch on an artist's brush. Sitting next to a burning oven in the early morning sun, steaming hot cakes and date juice brings a different dimension to a winter morning. All the delicious winter cakes are being made with new rice in the houses of rural Bengal. Endless leisure, so winter is like a generous giver in the nature of rural Bengal. The villages of Bengal were shaken by the cold touch. Then it is the tradition of rural Bengal to take the heat when the fire is burning in groups or to spend the afternoon in the morning sun. So the worship of the sun in the voice of the poet-
‘O sun! Winter sun!
We are waiting for you on a long cold night. '
Winter mornings in the busy city:
Winter mornings in the city are different. Here the city dwellers wake up before the sweet light of dawn. Winter is not as severe here as in the village. However, in the open spaces of sidewalks, slums, bus stands and railway stations, the dull scene of the miserable people trembling, even if it is a little bit of winter. When one of them burns a torn piece of paper, the fire burns in the alleys. Outdoor clothing in winter makes the winter of the city different. Urban people rush to work after waking up with civic busyness. Like the village, the town now has some small traders engaged in making chitai-bhapa pitha in the corners of various places of interest, including the morning-afternoon shopping complex. In the city as well as in the countryside, the arrival of guest birds occurs every year. The area is buzzing with the chirping of countless guest birds in different lakes of the capital. The townspeople went out to see the birds with their families by the lake. Even if you want a rural Ameja winter, you can't find it in a brick-and-stone town. Instead, many people rush to the village to eat winter cake. The sweet sun of winter morning is lost behind the busy life and sky-scraping buildings. Yet winter comes in the midst of civic busyness.
Winter cake:
Winter has a special reputation as the season of pitha-parvan. Winter morning is the ideal time to make a cake. The brides of rural Bengal therefore ignore the cold and make all the fun cakes with the touch of skillful hands. The name of the steamed cake comes first among the winter cakes. Also many delicious cakes are made on winter mornings. Among them, Chitai, Dudh Chitai, Puli Pitha, Dudh Puli, Khir Pitha, Patisapta, Nakshi Pitha and Pakoman Pitha are notable.
Winter with various features:
Poush-Magh has been cold for these two months. English December-January, sometimes from late November to mid-February is the longest winter position. Winter is the beginning of winter. The dew of autumn reminds us of that. When the scent of Chatim flowers floats in the night air, the night becomes a bit frosty. The fragrance of the flower says ‘O friends! Winter is coming to your door. ' The winter season is very different from the six seasons. Different due to its various features. The biggest feature is the freezing cold weather. Winter brings us winter. Winter morning means a different scene, another bliss. The white curtain of fog flew over the calm green of the secluded nature of the village. The play of fog in the open field is more joyful. The huge field looks like a huge lake of fog. It's as if there is only fog on the top and bottom. This is my Bangladesh. This is my village in Bangladesh. This is a lively winter scene in my village.