Autumn flows in vain

Dear all friend,

Good evening. Have a another good day for all of you. I hope all of you are fine. I am fine by the grace of Almighty god. With due respect and humble submission that now i am going to share about Autumn flows in vain.

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As people get older, their memory and forgetfulness both happen. Since I am a little older, sometimes the memories come and go, I go back to my childhood. For example, when I think of this autumn, various memories of my childhood come to my mind again and again. I think that as people get older in the world with age, the variety of seasons also starts to get older. The seasons in our country were once very clearly divided. And now, due to the imbalance of nature in the toxic world, the diversity of the seasons is not understood in such a way — no matter when the season passes!

As a kid, I used to love autumn. In the clear sky of autumn there was a cloud of non-smeared clouds — the cloud floated like combed cotton. I remember spending the afternoons at our farm in Jabgram during the autumn. After the last afternoon, just before dusk, the clouds in the sky would move away, the evening stars would light up.

Our village was a primitive green sea. I would run out of the house in the autumn morning and go out to the village. I used to sit quietly behind the field full of cashew flowers — the feeling that no one could see me.

Durga Puja would also start with autumn, holidays would be at school. As a result, the fun was doubled. There were more Hindus in our village. Therefore, before the onset of autumn, Durga Puja was started all over the village. The straw structure of the idol that used to lie in one corner of the house all year round, would get the shape of a complete idol by getting the wind of worship in autumn এক one soil, two soils, chalk in the straw structure of the idol. This episode was very interesting to us. I used to see with the amazement of the state, the eyes of the idol are being given — the artist is drawing wide eyes কী what can be forgotten!

Autumn comes every year. But under the pressure of various activities, is this season noticed in that way now? But still looking at the blue sky and seeing clouds floating like combed cotton, I only remember my childhood. Hearing the sound of Durga Puja, the mind says, autumn flows in vain as a momentary guest!

So i therefore pray and hope that you would be kind enough to like my article then i will share more useful and important article for you.

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