A rainy night

Today, in the middle of the human heart,
Gazi, Gajji, the intimate Sajerbagi Thakur, the message that helps us understand the application of rainy season in our Bengali life. With its grace and grace, the monsoon fills Bengal's nature and its children. This monsoon also has a lot of fun with the human mind. The monolithic containing many forms in the same organs that appear in the darkness of the night may not be confined to words. It just seems to be silent. The rainy night has caught me many times in my life. But in the first night of the rainy season of a closed village I realized first. The night is still bright in my memory, like the memories of the first love of a lost rural man. That night's smile makes me laugh, repeatedly throws me.


Opportunity to enjoy the rainy season: I live in the city. The rainy season is never found in the city's brick-wood cage. In this aggression of human civilization, he can not fully express himself, even though he may shower his mercy in the rainforest city. In this rain so there is no rhythm, there is no smell, there is no language. In my life, before the monsoon only the end point of the water drops continuous decline. On the rainy night I learn to realize first, to my close relatives' marriage ceremony. The marriage was in a remote village of Madhumati river. Like a picture, the tired, green nature's natural affection, the village that grew in love with compassion. In the rural nature of the month of Sraban, Barshadebi had opened its entire form. So often I remember the words of Robi Thakur,

I'm gonna sing your song only
Dio Your Wishes
This is the place of the morning.

Rainfall Night Narration: The rainy night in my life is only in my memorable events. The wedding night of the rainy season is related to the wedding, house, racket, decoration And the simplicity of the people there. When I first got married in the evening that evening, the sky was cleaned after just one rainy rain. The light of the dusk spread throughout the courtyard across the courtyard with an alluring yellow color. In the light of this bride full of yellow eyes, the red-yellow yellow sarees in the light of the girls were walking barefoot on empty legs. The blacksmiths, like the other beauty of nature, are visible in our eyes, and it looks like they were. Their soul-laughing smiles and chills kept the house alive. And the invitation and affection for the relatives of the villagers got me married at the wedding. This affection had a primitive tension and love. We usually see stylishness and artificiality in the city's wedding. But this village marriage was devoid of all the excesses. Neon was the glitter of light, not the sound system's gagobidaar screams. Red-blue paper, staple flowers, bananas, and Hazak lights were the ones related to village marriage. In addition, nature and rainy season were organized together. After some time after getting married at night in the wedding, to show the playing of the madal and the lightning flashing game, from where to go, Meghraj captured the sky with his army. It started very heavy rain Due to the rains, the delay was reached for the groom's house. So, in a sudden break, the marriage ceremony of the marriage house was covered with a blanket of unknown silence. This is not the silence of any pain, it should be realized for a while, to realize this arrangement of nature silently. I am sitting alone beside Zanala. Outstanding rhythmic music outside rain Nature has covered the darkness and covered the sheets of rain like this on the dark. The leaves of the trees shudder and shudder in rain water. The sound of the water and the smell of rain make the whole environment as attractive. Hay straws are on the verge of clay floating in a specific chain. It looks as if a stream of rivers rushing through its chest to feed some other unknown land. Near the door of the house, the palm pavement stairs at the beginning of the stairs and several ducks gathered in the rain with the joy of the wet. And sometimes the fan is flowing in the direction of great dance. He started to blear in his mind, "After the clouds, the clouds rise / fall / come in front of me / sit beside the door. I heard the songs of Robi Thakur. But I never realized from the heart. On the day that I first discovered the verb of this song. That is why we got so much excitement about Rabindranath Tagore's rainy season, and so many of the poets of the poets. This monsoon creates one type of narcotics, it is not fully available, only to feel. It has to be fascinated by its beauty. On the night of the rainy season, boil hot cookie, roasted meat and hilsa fish, I like rainy season. With the full satisfaction, the hot flavor of the meat and the taste of the fish, and the taste of the fish, and the taste of the fish is still unmoved in my memory.