The color of the clouds has changed. If you look at the sky for a moment, you will see that even a few days ago, the dusty, black, serious clouds that used to cover Dikchakrabal, they are no more. Sunil is a piece of torn cloud floating in space like a cotton ball. They look very soft and light. The speed is not right. This float is gathering in one corner of the sky. The pile is becoming strange with all the shapes. Immediately random again. It is spreading in pieces in the sky.
Against the backdrop of the blue sky, this huge insertion of white clouds of various shapes has created a smooth obsession over the head. The rain is almost gone. The sun is shining brightly. The edges of the coarse coarse clouds became radiant in its six. Evening decoration is more beautiful. The sun setting on the western horizon then feels like a gorgeous red tip on the forehead of the sky. The horizon became colorful with his fear. Yellow, orange, pink hues on the clouds. The song of pure love is heard in the chirping of the world of birds of envy, hatred and jealousy as the sun goes down on its wings. At such a moment, I feel more and more remembering 'I don't want to die in a beautiful world ...'.
The nature of Bengal is now not only beautiful, but also gentle. Bhadra is saying goodbye. Half of autumn is passing. This time the rain came quite late. Rain and thunderstorms have been prevailing throughout the first half of autumn. Gradually that power stopped and autumn returned to its form. The expression of autumn in this capital city is just the raft of those white clouds in the sky. He has to leave the city to see his other main accompaniment. Kashaban is now full of white flowers along the bends of the river, the shelf, the fallen ground of the village or the side of the dam. I like the beauty of Kasaban from a little distance. It is as if the pieces of white clouds in the sky are stuck on the frozen green. When you get very close, the inside looks empty. Waves are blowing from the top of the forest. And if there is a biljheel on the side and its clear water is spread in the chest of kalmilata, white shuffler star is blooming, then there is no point. It is difficult to turn a blind eye to the beauty of nature.
In rural Bengal, the green spread of Ropa Aman is now touching the horizon from field to field. The autumn clouds floating on the green in the glittering sun, the conflict between the sun and the shadow that creates a poetic atmosphere, the poet highlighted it, 'Today in the paddy field, the sun is playing hide and seek in the blue sky / Who floats in the blue sky ...' This time, however, the farmers have suffered a lot due to the sudden flood in several areas of the northern region. However, he is not responsible for the fall. Autumn is the ever-quiet season of Bengal. In the first stage, his whimsical rain suddenly drenched the passers-by a little, but that rain is very short-lived. There is no more drizzle from the middle of the day. Canals, beels, rivers are full of recent monsoon contributions. In the rainy season, the vegetation grows in a wild wave. The leaves and bark are washed away and they look clean in autumn.
Ananda Utsav is also associated with this mildest season in the Bengali seasons. In the last part of autumn, the biggest religious festival of the Hindu community, Durga Puja, begins with Mahadhumadham. Preparations for the puja have started as usual. The potters are now busy making ten-armed goddess statues. In front, Ashwin, the musician of the drums, the atmosphere will become vocal with the sound of drums.
The cycle of the seasons is constantly revolving in this way. With it, human life moves forward like a flowing river with the joy of getting, the pain of losing, the sweet memories of not getting.