The story of winter and fog .. Adnan Syed

Winter and Fog (Photo: GM)

Some lucrative scenes begin to swell constantly when you think of winter. Ah! How many festivals around the winter! How many memories of the color to wear colorful childhood! What can be forgotten? Some lucrative scenes begin to swell constantly when you think of winter. Ah! How many festivals around the winter! How many memories of the color to wear colorful childhood! What can be forgotten? Our Bangladeshi village in Bangladesh is very quiet when it comes to a slow leg. Then the big box of the house, the cabin, the blanket and the thorns from the almirah cavity began to enter our human courtyard. Ah! In the winter night, under the coat of the feet, the two layers of rest, like the rest of the world, what else could be? It is clear, before the winter comes, mother-mother used to take our brothers and father's neck, hands and neck size. When he was finished, he became a master craftsman of sweater with a string of wool. In words, move, say, As well as all the activities of his domestic life, his handbubs were always open, and the finger became the symbol of the swiftness. If I could see clearly how much skill and artistry, its gray-colored fingers, sweaters or mufflers, we would love to come up with our love and love! How to forget this memory? In fact, in our country, how cool and artistic the winter of our doors would knock? Winter was the Pitta Mahaashabat. The rice was separated from the grandmother's house for the preparation of pita separately. Mom said that the rice would be fed like rice gram and would feed our pita. How many winter cakes! Petha festival is everywhere in the countryside of Bangladesh. Pitha name is different in the region. What is the name work? The festive colors are the same everywhere! The best entertainment was at home when the guest arrived. What is the drink in the winter cake! It is clear to remember that in the winter, mom would wake up early in the winter and make banana cake. We were surrounded by our brothers and sisters. The lid has a big bucket barrier with the face of the bone. The cloth is being cottage with the heat. The white spherical crust was in the middle of the palm of date palms. As soon as the hot hot cakes were made, the father would call. Then there was the celebration of the celebration of the celebration of all of us. Someone ate the date palm of the winter? Remember that memory? There were many palm trees in our village home. During the day, the juice was filled with soil on top of the date tree. We used to try to rush the sky towards the sky. Sometimes the tear would fall on the tip of the tongue, sometimes it would fall wrongly on the forehead. Ah! That joy! What can be expressed in the face? But there is a lot to remember about the incident. mid night. Some very enthusiastic young people in the village are waiting for me behind our house. I am sleeping while playing. All the lights of the house were seen to see. Then I took out the head from the bottom of the coating and started to walk on my mother's newly woven sweater. When I came out, Tipu, Serafat, Farooq and some others were waiting for me. Then everyone went to the pond below the palm tree. When we saw the date palm trees in the fog on the night of winter, it seemed that there was no ghostly ornate creature. Tippu, Sarafat, in the twinkling eyes, they all get up in the trees and bring down the Ras Kals. Then started collecting honey from the pitchers. What a cold juice! What was impossible was its taste! How do you forget Winter fog is so easy to forget? The early street lanes were covered in white fog early in the morning. How many strangers seemed to be unknown! When we heard the voice, we could know the identity of the person. But the most beautiful thing came when the fog was on the verandah of the river. Hurricane lights of small fishing boats were seen to be fluttering away. With the color of the fog, the colors of the hurricane were mixed in color. As well as moderate light hakadak When fogs floated over the river's water, it seemed as if an impersonal spirit was roaming around the water. She is a tremendous scene. Is that winter still in Bengal? Want to know too much? Roaming around She is a tremendous scene. Is that winter still in Bengal? Want to know too much? Roaming around She is a tremendous scene. Is that winter still in Bengal? Want to know too much?