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<div class="text-justify">A village in the flawless, silent, wet northern sky, a piece of unity, calm and safe. The lazy drifting of clouds in the sky. The smell of earth in the air, the silent embrace of nature. These pictures really tell one story after another, where there is only the sound of nature.
At first glance, a rural environment surrounded by trees, where there is a bird on the electric wire—one sees it immersed in some kind of thought. The trees seem green, there is still no struggle in the air of this village, the rhythm of life is simple and pure.
For the second pass, a narrow, paved market, rows of bedouin yutur poles on both sides, roads. One hundred trees, the other side is expansive land. To know about the road, write an advance story towards an unknown village.
The third one opens up the layers of this rural scene on the road. The fields are covered with banana trees, the grass-covered roads, all the votes are for life. The electricity poles stand as silent witnesses where there is a current. The situation flows silently, the story of life. Here there is no urban noise, no sadness of busyness, only a piece of eternal peace mixed with nature.
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<div class="text-justify">Look, this road. It's not exactly straight, it has a slight curve. It's like a village life story—not straight, but smooth. On one side, tin-painted houses, where someone might be drinking tea, scratching their bodies, or standing holding a cow's rope. On the other side, fields, poles, open sky, and a bunch of trees. Walking along the shoulder of the road, it feels like this road will not end in a day. It's like walking on the way to meet an old friend—I know for sure, he's waiting right at the end of the road.
There are no horns on this road, no rush. Just the lingering wind, rows of empty poles, and the occasional person on a bicycle or walking—who knows the story of the road, but doesn't tell it.
The picture is like the final poem of the first two pictures. On one side of the road, there are jungle-strewn bushes, banana trees, rice fields, and electricity poles. The branches of the trees are trying to touch the electric wires, as if there is a loose understanding between nature and technology. Standing on the side of the road covered in the shade of greenery, it seems that someone is calling from behind. The call of the village. The call of childhood. The call of that lost afternoon, which is no longer found in the city crowd. This picture has captured a time. The time when it was time to walk slowly, look at the sky and think, and end the day with a handful of silence. These three pictures together are a living letter
These three pictures are like a letter written by my own eyes, a letter written to nature, to the village, and even to myself. The farther we go, the more we lose ourselves in the hustle and bustle of the city, sometimes we need some moments, some scenes—that bring a little peace. These pictures are such a peaceful address.
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C.MODEL | Not 6 Pro
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Location | Sirajganj - BD[🇧🇩]
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