Assalamu Alaikum I hope everyone is well. Alhamdulillah I am also very good. Today I am discussing with you about the rainy season in Bangladesh. I hope everyone is feeling well. Let's not talk about work.
Season after season comes in the nature of Bengal by arranging beautiful posara. Sometimes in the cold of winter and covered with a sheet of fog all around Dhaka. Sometimes the Chaitali-Baishakhi sun, and the humming of insects are heard all the time. Sometimes the white clouds of autumn merge with the whiteness of cashew flowers. Sometimes the rain comes dancing to the dance of the drizzle. In the monsoon, the nature of Bengal gets a new dimension. The rain soaks the nature of this dilapidated summer-weary country by bathing it in the holy water of its own love cup. The earth is painted in watercolor.Monsoon is the second season of the monsoon season in Bangladesh. At the end of the month of Baishakh-Jaistha, the dry land is moistened and the good rains arrive in the heart of Bengal. The arrival of monsoon is the end of a unique wait for Bangladesh. In the summer sun when nature is almost dry, almost dead; For a drop of rain when people sing ‘Allah megh de, pani de’; When the tired tired dog's tongue hangs down in thirst, a downpour ends all the waiting with a new level of rhythm. Fulfills all expectations and cools all thirsty hearts. Nature is thrilled with strangely beautiful vibrations. Grambangla is sung in the rain dance of tin rice. The minds of the rain-loving people danced with it. Different images emerged in towns and villages. The nature of the countryside is adorned with the boundless beauty of the monsoon. Ponds, canals, beels have taitumbur in rain water. The fact that raindrops fall on the trees and create an indescribable beauty is really heart-wrenching. When the drunken wind blows her bass in the bamboo forest, Birhini's anxious heart becomes desperate in the hope of getting close to her loved one. Jasim Uddin's poem 'Pallivarsha' has come out in this form with great care. He said, "Elokesh shakes the wind in Benuban, whatever the mind wants,During the monsoon season, the rivers of Bengal become full-grown. Filled to the brim, the river finds its true beauty at this time. The green grass on the banks of the river became more green. As far as the eye can see, only water, then a long village line, only clouds above it and the monsoon season of Meghbangla has a negative impact on life in some cases but in most cases it is positive. Agriculture, the mainstay of Bangladesh's economy, is largely indebted to the monsoon. No other season in Bangladesh can be so deeply matched with body, mind and feelings. So the monsoon is considered as a favorite season for many. I hope everyone feels good. If everyone stays by my side like this, I will be able to share beautiful blocks among you. God bless you all.
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