The sun started working hard to make itself known in the eastern sky by piercing the shroud of fog after letting go of its cloak of sleepiness.
In the delicate sunlight, the dewdrops on the grass' tips glistened like pearls.
Rural living is made more interesting by the sounds of birds singing and dew dripping from leaves. Such a charming Bengali morning in the countryside!
I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by the first rays of sunlight streaming in through the window facing east. But because of winter in Konkan, I am sitting under wraps. I was mesmerized by the delicious scent that was permeating the air. Curiosity drove me outside, where I discovered Date-juice burning in Unun. Several types of pithapulis for the winter are currently being made.
On a route that is wet with dew, a group of youngsters are strolling barefoot.
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I, too, decided to join them. When they finally caught sight of the mustard flower, both of their eyes widened to an alarming degree. It appears as though a film of yellow has been laid out across the clear blue sky. What a beautiful natural setting!
This is what Sunirmal Bose states in his most famous poem, titled "Winter Morning."
Complete and utter darkness, a gloomy evening,
A disturbance in the sleeping pattern occurred in the wee hours of the morning.
A flurry of snow just as the sun was rising
Nobody is aware of when it will finally give out.
Shimmering boy who is the cold wind over and time again,
That instrument has the sound of a winter zither.
In the ashthagasha valley, the landscape is breathtaking.
The warm light makes a gentle arc across the grass;
My squishy body, — my older, more icy sibling,
Come and have a seat at the party that is covered to protect you from the sun; off in the distance, I can see the light gleaming in the empty field;
There was a cacophony caused by a flock of shalikhs.
The song of the little bird could be heard.
What is present in damp grass has the effect of making the body moist.
Who is it that calls in such a dejected manner - can't you hear them?
The swift sparrows will come back again and again in quest of food.
As contentious as a crow when surrounded by goats.
Screeching on the floor of the home where the straw is.
Our tiny lake may be viewed,
The sun makes the water shimmer with its reflection;
Dewdrops on the foliage and some close-up shots of the tiny blossoms of the Shaluk plant.
The body shudders as it struggles to adapt to the extreme cold.
I'm sitting in the field as the sun begins to set; it's beautiful.
My home is situated on the other bank of the river, and along its banks are a few bean fields; the wet-winged butterfly flits around from time to time, and Thor Thor quakes as though exposed to a brisk breeze.
The cold and wet world plays a trick on us; I remember exactly when the snow started falling!
Wet grassland, wet gorge, chilly dew,
The route is muddy and treacherous to walk on.
The rays of the sun illuminate the twigs and branches of the Korbi tree.
The little Shalik chick fluffs its feathers as it waits for them to dry.
In the far off distance, I can still make out Melia Nayan -
A dense layer of smoke and fog covering the area.
My hubby, Nalen gur khabi khi re ay, and I are currently enjoying the sunshine together.
I was very naughty as a child. As a result, the effects of winter did not bother me much.
The effects of winter are felt slightly less in the city than they are in the countryside because of the brick, wood, and stone walls that surround the city and the continual stream of traffic. In this day and age of cutthroat competition, urban mechanics are always on the go to ensure that their customers' vehicles continue to function properly. When compared to the winters in the city, however, those in the villages are much more enjoyable, despite the fact that they are much colder. When winter arrives, I think back on the warmer days that have passed.
The memory of that chilly morning in the village during the winter continues to pull at the heartstrings. I long to spend some time in the great outdoors.
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A disturbance in the sleeping pattern occurred in the wee hours of the morning.
A flurry of snow just as the sun was rising
Nobody is aware of when it will finally give out.
Shimmering boy who is the cold wind over and time again,
That instrument has the sound of a winter zither.
In the ashthagasha valley, the landscape is breathtaking.
The warm light makes a gentle arc across the grass;
My squishy body, — my older, more icy sibling,
Come and have a seat at the party that is covered to protect you from the sun; off in the distance, I can see the light gleaming in the empty field;
There was a cacophony caused by a flock of shalikhs.
The song of the little bird could be heard.
What is present in damp grass has the effect of making the body moist.
Who is it that calls in such a dejected manner - can't you hear them?
The swift sparrows will come back again and again in quest of food.
As contentious as a crow when surrounded by goats.
Screeching on the floor of the home where the straw is.
Our tiny lake may be viewed,
The sun makes the water shimmer with its reflection;
Dewdrops on the foliage and some close-up shots of the tiny blossoms of the Shaluk plant.
The body shudders as it struggles to adapt to the extreme cold.
I'm sitting in the field as the sun begins to set; it's beautiful.
My home is situated on the other bank of the river, and along its banks are a few bean fields; the wet-winged butterfly flits around from time to time, and Thor Thor quakes as though exposed to a brisk breeze.
The cold and wet world plays a trick on us; I remember exactly when the snow started falling!
Wet grassland, wet gorge, chilly dew,
The route is muddy and treacherous to walk on.
The rays of the sun illuminate the twigs and branches of the Korbi tree.
The little Shalik chick fluffs its feathers as it waits for them to dry.
In the far off distance, I can still make out Melia Nayan -
A dense layer of smoke and fog covering the area.
My hubby, Nalen gur khabi khi re ay, and I are currently enjoying the sunshine together.
I was very naughty as a child. As a result, the effects of winter did not bother me much.
The effects of winter are felt slightly less in the city than they are in the countryside because of the brick, wood, and stone walls that surround the city and the continual stream of traffic. In this day and age of cutthroat competition, urban mechanics are always on the go to ensure that their customers' vehicles continue to function properly. When compared to the winters in the city, however, those in the villages are much more enjoyable, despite the fact that they are much colder. When winter arrives, I think back on the warmer days that have passed.
The memory of that chilly morning in the village during the winter continues to pull at the heartstrings. I long to spend some time in the great outdoors.
we have still winter here. we are waiting for summer for a long time.
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I like winter weather very much.
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You've got a free upvote from witness fuli.
Peace & Love!
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