Winter mornings in town or village

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In these days of Magh, the cold breath of winter spreads from the icebergs of the Himalayas on the northern horizon. The earth suddenly became numb. The faded yellow leaves fall silently into the dust of the path. The sound of the call to prayer came to Saadi in the morning, covered with the mist of the long winter night. Then people wake up to the chirping of birds in the trees. Adults perform ablution in cold water. The children talk to their grandparents under the cover, cut the rhyme in a sweet tone. Such are the winter memories of many children. Nowadays, the winter weather in cities and villages is really different among us.

The farmers of the village ignored the winter that morning and went to the small field with plows and cows. As soon as they get away from home, they get lost in the fog, and the trees pull out a jug of juice from the palm trees. The juice is shared with the owner of the tree under the tree. Then share the juice on the shoulder on the way home. That morning they made molasses and patali with juice. In the sun, the children spread the carpet in the yard and trembled with a sip of raw juice. However, they want raw date juice. A mother wakes up that morning and makes a steamed cake and calls her children from under the cover. In the greed of hot cake, the children also got up from the bed. Almost all the people living in the villages are poor. Many people stay barefoot even in winter mornings. They don't even have any warm clothes to ward off the cold. That is why in the winter morning, in the yard of every house, everyone, big or small, is seen burning straw to chase away the cold from the body. Yet winter mornings seem like a rare fun to everyone.

The winter mornings in the city are not like the villages. Before the sweet light of morning dawns here, the crow wakes up the crow. Yet the sweet heat under the cover sinks again into deep sleep. Although the winter here is not as severe as in the village. Due to the mills, gas stoves and overcrowding in the city, people here do not understand the pain of a bone-chilling winter. Yet people who sleep in slums, sidewalks, and open spaces at train stations tremble. That's why they can't wake up until the heat of the morning sun sucks the frost mist of their body. Someone woke up again and lit a torn paper.

During the winter, the competition for clothes starts among the city dwellers. They wake up, eat breakfast, drink a cup of tea and start their day's work. The children go to school-college. In the city as well as in the village, some people are making chitai and bhapa pitha at the corners of the streets in the morning and afternoon. Sales are also plentiful. Guest birds also arrive in urban areas every year. The whole area is buzzing with the chirping of countless guest birds at Mirpur Zoo Lake and the lake in front of Jahangirnagar University. In the morning, crows and their families go to the lake to see the birds.

Winter morning scars are cut in the chest of every human being. The year is waiting again, for such a sweet winter morning.

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