It is the month of February. This month is very special to us for two reasons. One is International Mother Language Day and the other is the inception of spring. At the end of winter all the old leaves of the tree fall off and new leaves grow on the branches. The aroma of flowers also makes you feel beautiful. Bees roam in the newly blossomed flowers and gather honey in their hive. The ants start coming out in groups from the hole to find new food as the winter repository is almost finished. A few days later, cuckoo will call his beloved partner in a sweet voice in the urge of coupling. A gentle breeze blows from the south, whacking cold from the north. The festival is all around because spring has come.
The enormous passion of Bengalis is associated with spring because our country is full of natural abundance. It is eye-catching to see so much greenery around. The wind ripples through the paddy seedlings in the field. The farmer's mind overflows with joy when he sees the rice seedlings growing in the field. After a few days the paddy will start to be harvested and new crop will come home. The farmer gives a long puff in his hookah with joy. Because this year's crop has been very good, after paying all the debts, it will be very good year.
The above lines seem dreamy but this is the real picture of our village. Growing in the artificial materialistic city our kids might not differentiate between rice and mustard plant which was actually our responsibility. But in fact these are the farmers because of whom we are here today and are able to buy the necessities with credit cards from the super store. So they are our root, our ancestors and our existence. My respect for them is always there. I try to get close to them whenever I have time and listen to their joys and sorrows. The pictures above and my conversation resulted from the last trip to the village.
Every time I go to the village, try to plant something new. Krishnochura(Delonix regia) flowers are my favorite. A few months ago, I planted a Krishnochura tree at home and that grew well, but this time when I went there, saw that the tree had broken down due to strong wind. At first I was upset to see the broken tree but soon I forgot about it seeing some beautiful Joba flowers(China Rose). Last time I planted two Joba flower plants with Krishnochura tree. There are so many flowers in those trees revealing that spring has really come to nature.
I wish everyone an early spring. Let spring spreads in everyone's mind with full of joy. This spring must wipe out all the grief and sorrow that we have been enduring from more than a year due to a deadly virus called Corona.That is my wish.
