Morning cold morning! Eyes flutter on the screen of the mind, a scene.
Eyes flutter on the screen of the mind, a scene. The bone of the bones is a village dawn in winter. The fog is situated on the edge of the house of Kisan Ghana, on the other end of the jungle. He is sitting on the lungs of fire, all the children of the house, all the children of the house. The lid is covered with the sunshine in the house of Kishanu, on the Dhaka berry, the dough is covered with the dough, the new sugar molasses, and the small bowl of coconut. The name of the hot smoke is filled with roasted pita On each side This picture is a romantic winter picture of a traditional Bengali village of absolute love, affection and love, and subtle obstacles.
Wrapped in the tea shop around the corner of the house, it is full of winter clothes, sweater, or sprayed kanthakani! The story of the tea cup is empty! The crowd got accustomed! The traditional village - this is the winter season of Bengal! In my childhood, there was a different feeling of winter. Muddy winter morning in the fog! Surprised to see the smoke coming out of the mouth. Vapha, Chitui, Patisapata, Puli, Kuli variety pita. Do not mind to break the bed even after sleeping. Trombang's coat of thorn blanket is a great fun. Oh in the sun. The smell of roasting of cotton Hiking birdie party rides across the horizon Kichir-Michi's words make the nature of the winter unique.