The most beautiful thing about the Barind region is the miles and miles of arable land. In winter, its beauty increases a thousand times. Upland cropland, winter cauliflower fields, occasional dense green mile after mile of mango orchards, all of a sudden maybe in the middle of the field there is a watering hole, a buffalo cart, the smell of new paddy and the scene of harvesting paddy.
The pink aura of the last afternoon is like a magician holding an attraction and calling with a hand clap ......
Thanks and photo courtesy to my older brother Monsur. For a restless Honda tour on Barind land without any plan program.
Liberation War and Bangladesh's story ¤ girl's Bangladesh ¤ that afternoon there was no winter than the sunlight, the sunlighted dream of sunlight was described in the afternoon. A girl used to make some color-puffs in the eyes of human, greenery, birds, flowers of flowers; The name of the boyfriend's face with love with love - Bangladesh. The girl did not know - the violence of Bullet Shapler Vagina in the greenish shirts of greenish shirts; Nevertheless, the stone was born - Bangladesh.
The girl really did not know - Non-fiercely Bilki boyfriend's colleague's broker's colleague boy boyfriend, Norati, Nevertheless, a village - the horizontal crop field tied in the ferry freedom in the face of freedom of blood in the face of ferry in the face of ferry Name of stone - Bangladesh.