আমার পছন্দের ঋতু গুলির একটি। শীত মানেই ভিন্ন আমেজ। আমাদের দেশের আবহাওয়াতে শীত বেশ গুরুত্বপূর্ণ একটি ঋতু। শীত এর কথা শুনলেই প্রথমে আমার মাথায় আসে ভোরের কুয়াশা & শিশির ভেজা ঘাসের সুবিশাল মাঠ। আর এর মূল কারণ আমি গ্রামের ছেলে। ভোরের ঘন কুয়াশা ভেদ করে পূর্ব আকাশে উকি দেয় সূর্যি মামা। সূর্যের আলোতে আস্তে আস্তে কুয়াশার চাদর কোথায় যেন হারিয়ে যায়।
Thw winter is onne of my favorite seasons. Winter is a different story. Winter is a very important season in our country’s climate. The first thing that comes to my mind when I hear about winter is the vast field of wet grass of the morning fog & dew. And the main reason is that I am a village boy. Through the thick fog of the morning, Surya Mama rises in the eastern sky. In the light of the sun, the sheet of mist seems to be lost somewhere.
Then began the busyness of rural life, known to the rural people. The farmer runs to the field, while everyone else is at work.
The nature of winter is full of various flowers. Nature is like a wedding dress. A variety of vegetables in the field crop. There is no end to the vegetables. It becomes a field of crops as if covered with a sheet of turmeric. The whole field was filled with mustard flowers. Everywhere you look today, the tide of protectionist sentiment is flowing. The picture depicts a rural farmer taking his vegetables to the market through the winding roads of the village amidst mustard flowers.
Again, the most important thing in winter is the season of pitha puli. Bahari all the cake festival started around.
