The whole form of Bengal seems to have settled on this side.

Dark red and white flower gardens are more. The bright sunlight piercing the fog plays on the flowers. Garden-filled boiling gladiolus. Dense green vegetation all around. Ah what supernatural happiness. We are all fascinated by the beauty of nature. Then I wanted to shout and say, I was blessed to be born in this Bengal. Across Fordnagar, which has been divided into two parts over the ages, the eternal natural beauty of rural Bengal still abounds today. Although the borders were divided, no one could share the spectacular beauty of Fordnagar. On the contrary, the way the florists have started cultivating gladiolus from land to land, in the near future, the villages of Fordnagar will become a gathering place for flower and travel lovers from all over the country. Once a safe haven from pirates, the Dutch-Portuguese Ford was lost in the womb of time, but now it looks like a crop fort. If the flower growers continue their cultivation, then maybe one day people will forget the name Fordnagar and recognize it as a flower city. As Sadullapur is now better known as Rose Village. After talking to the locals, I came to know that pure milk of local cows and date juice of the winter tradition of abhaman Bengal can also be tasted in the village of Khaser Char / Mir. But by then Suryimama was overhead. What else to do- so let's go back on the way back after curbing the greed of juice like that day.