My Town in 10 Pics : Ten Wonderful Picture in My Mirzapur, Dhaka Area.

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My Dear Friends, I Hope You Are All Well. Photography Is The Photographer's Passion Because It Is Not Just A Hobby Or A Job, But A Creative Expression. A Photo Captures A Moment That Will Never Come Back. It Is A Reflection Of The Photographer's Thoughts, Views And Feelings. So I Love To Present To You Through Photography. Today I Am Going To Share With You Ten Photographs Of My Mirzapur Town. So Let's Start..

MY TOWN IN TEN BEAUTIFUL PICTURES

Picture No :- 01

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Originality :- The evening is falling slowly. I'm standing on the side of the highway feeling a chill of comfort in the air. Across the street is a beautiful six-story building, soft light shining in the windows, as if the warmth of life is spreading inside. One by one private cars pass in front of me, the headlights of the cars speeding under the power lines sometimes sting my eyes. I stared for a while in amazement. Someone was looking in the window of the building across the highway waiting for something. Maybe I have become a part of someone's story this evening just like this road, this light and these endlessly moving cars, so I captured the picture.

Picture No :- 02

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Originality :- I am standing in front of our Mirzapur freedom fighter Ekabbar Hossain Bridge. The soft afternoon sun touches the railing of the bridge and sparkles on the water of the river. The smell of raw earth in the air. Next to the bridge, big trees shade the path. Below it are some small huts with tin roofs, wooden fences and clothes lines hanging in front. On one side, a few children are playing barefoot, their laughter echoing in the air. Suddenly an autorickshaw passed by and then moved forward again. I stood still looking at the nature and the quiet solemnity of the bridge as if time flew by but some scenes remain etched in my mind forever.

Picture No :- 03

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Originality :- The afternoon sun is quite high and the wind is almost constant. I was walking along the village road, the dust was soft under my feet. Some distance away is a small bridge under which the river used to flow. Now there is only cracked dry soil with the occasional small weed raising its head. Once this river was the life of the village. Children used to jump into the water and fishing was going on morning and evening. Now the only sign of time left is the structure of the broken boat on the riverbed. As I stood on the bridge looking down, a void seemed to surround me.

Picture No :- 04

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Originality :- I am standing by the highway of Mirzapur in the soft afternoon light. A layer of dust, piles of bricks, sand and rods around suggests that a few new buildings are being built ahead. Construction workers are busy, some carrying bricks and others plastering walls. The smell of raw masonry is in the air like the beginning of something new. Buses, trucks, private cars, motorcycles are running one by one on the highway. Sometimes the shrill sound of the horn rings in the ear, sometimes the cry of a hawker comes from a distance. I took this picture from a distance.

Picture No :- 05

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Originality :- The soft light of the afternoon has spread on the water of Bangsai river. A light cool touch in the air, the wind blowing softly on the leaves of the palm trees. I was moving slowly. An auto rickshaw passed by me. Inside the glass of that well-known three-wheeler, some passengers were sitting, some with shopping bags in their hands, some with tired eyes. The car took a forward turn and disappeared, dust flew lightly. It is very pleasant to see such a scene. People of our village like to enjoy such scenes. So I took this picture.

Picture No :- 06

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Originality :- The sky of Mirzapur today has white cotton clouds floating in the blue. The summer afternoon sun shines brightly all around. The village mosque stands quietly by the roadside as if witnessing the passage of time. Many people come to pray in this mosque. The white walls of the mosque are glistening in the sunlight and the dust on the side streets is like gold. A call to prayer came from a distance, the sound mixed with the constant blowing wind. Such a beautiful scene can be seen in our city

Picture No :- 07

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Originality :- The afternoon sun has softened, a softness in the air. A huge open paddy field, with newly planted green seedlings standing tall above it. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet has been laid on the ground. A long power line runs over the rice paddies, carrying high voltage currents endlessly. Sometimes the wires come together making a slight crunching sound as if a power play is going on above. In the distance, the sun is slowly setting, the shadow of the electric wire is getting longer and longer in the paddy fields, and the plants are slowly shaking their heads in the wind and telling the story of the afternoon. I took the picture at such a moment.

Picture No :- 08

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Originality :- Afternoon is moving towards evening, light clouds are floating in the sky. The sun is fading but its last light is burning on the highway pitch. The scenes rushing around never seem to stop for a moment. Other cars are speeding by, sometimes the roar of trucks, sometimes the soft speed of private cars and sometimes the sharp sound of motorcycles disappear in the air. The trees on either side of the road gave a distinct beauty in the golden afternoon light, their shadows stretched long along the road. The clouds in the sky are slowly gathering, the sunlight casting a reddish glow on them. I captured such a scene.

Picture No :- 09

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Originality :- The afternoon in the village is filled with soft air but mixed with that air is the smell of burning hay. After harvesting the fields, there were only piles of golden straw, now much of that straw is slowly burning in the flames. A thick column of smoke can be seen rising towards the sky in the distance and the smell of burning rice husks is spread around. The small flames of the fire are sometimes brightened by the wind and sometimes slowly extinguished. The sun has set in the west and its reddish light mingles with the curls of smoke creating a strange scene. I captured the smell of the happy, burning straw of cut rice mingling together throughout the afternoon in the village.

Picture No :- 10

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Originality :- I was standing in a building in Mirzapur. The highway was ahead. Unlike normal highways, there are no big trucks or buses, only small cars, motorcycles and bicycles. The road is smooth, with open fields on both sides and the sky above it like a huge sheet. The electric poles stand in a row and the power lines run over the wires for a long distance. The wind is blowing continuously but the sun is not shining. The summer afternoon sunlight made the road glisten as if someone had coated the road with gold. So I captured such moments.