Birthplace is my last resort, there is no taste anywhere. Wherever you go back to birthland, you have to come back.

in #village6 years ago

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After that, we started writing our village related work with this line of poet. Poet Kankan Mukundaram Chakravarty is born in this village. The village is like a picture, greenery is in the heart, the sweet smell of the heart, the rice harvest festival in the autumn, the Durga Puja festival in Ashwin, the cakes are sweet and the sweet smell of dates, the juice of dates, the new water of the rainy season, the new leaves on the tree in the spring, Scour the matows.

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On the 4th of every year on the 4th of the month of Kankan Mukundaram Chakravarty's cultural fair. 4 days are fair. There is no other cultural point of view here in the dirty politics. Another fair is named after Kalpataru Mela Pradhan. Every year there are 4 fair festivals, starting from the 12th of the month of Falgun.

In addition to the names of two villages, we had the opportunity to differentiate the village, but there was a market in the village to meet the harmony of the fair. The big football grounds, beside the market, the country's renowned teams came to play here. In front of the ground, the school's familiarity with the school for the benefit of primary school, great teacher and meritorious students passed.

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The shade of the beautiful shadow of peace 'My birthplace looks like a mother. I remember my mother very distant, remembering my village very much.

Rail line on the north side of my village The dameswari river on the west means Damodar branch.

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The vast ground and numerous canal bills in the north of our village. From the west, the Pubdi has moved on to many canals, then it is mixed with Dev Bill. Nizampur and Gotan villages in the north of Damini village. Sakhpur on the east side of our village; Sometimes we catch fish, sometimes tanajal, and jhankijal fish. In the rainy season, brought the whistle (cowardly) for the cow. In the Boro season grass has been cut. In the face of Dev canal we had Boro land - I went to the field with my father. There was a lot of fish in Ashwin-Karti where Dev Khar got mixed. The number of fish caught by burning the back of the sun all day long, its calculation is not.

With the change of the air at the end of the 90s, the radical changes in rural politics, mixed in the rotten patch of dirty politics, the people of the freedom movement of the society, muscle strength emerged, new packets are being introduced, new addiction ... new dimensions of youth society have been added. The game was lost from the field, the cultural effect covered the dirty politics of dirty politics.

We can still go to the villages of soil ... nothing can match the poet's line ... Let's dream again our village will become like it again.

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