সবাই কেমন আছেন। আশা করি আল্লাহর রহমতে সবাই অনেক ভাল আছেন। আমিও আলহামদুলিল্লাহ আল্লাহর রহমতে খুবই ভাল আছি। কয়েকদিন ধরে ফটোগ্রাফি করতে আমার কাছে ভীষণ ভালো লাগে। আমি দেখেছি সবাই খুব সুন্দর সুন্দর ফটোগ্রাফি করে। সবার ফটোগ্রাফি করতে দেখে আমার নিজেরও ভীষণ আগ্রহ হয়েছে। এখন আমি কোথাও গেলে কিংবা ঘর থেকে বের হলেই ফটোগ্রাফি করার চেষ্টা করি। ফটোগ্রাফি করলাম আমি একটু সময় নিয়ে সুন্দরভাবে ফটোগ্রাফি করার চেষ্টা করি।আমার করা ফটোগ্রাফি গুলো আপনাদের সাথে শেয়ার করলে বেশি ভালই লাগে। আমি আজকে সুন্দর কিছু ফটোগ্রাফি নিয়ে হাজির হলাম। আশা করি আমার খুব ভালো লাগবে।
আজকে আমি অনেক সুন্দর করে আপনাদের মাঝে চন্দ্রমল্লিকা ফুলের ফটোগ্রাফি শেয়ার করব। চন্দ্রমল্লিকা ফুল আমার কাছে অনেক ভালো লাগে। আমি কিছু কিছু ফুল অনেক বেশি পছন্দ করি তার মধ্যে চন্দ্রমল্লিকা ফুল একটি। বিশেষ করে এই ফুলগুলোর কালার আমার কাছে অসম্ভব ভালো লাগে। এবং ফুলগুলোর গ্রান খুব চমৎকার। ও ফুলগুলোর রং আমার কাছে অনেক ভালো লাগে। বিশেষ করে একসাথে এই ফুলগুলো অনেকগুলো দেখলে যে কোন লোকের মন অনেক ভালো হয়ে যাবে। অনেকদিন আগে আমি আর আমার চাচাতো বোন একটি নার্সারি বাগানে গিয়েছিলাম। মাঝেমধ্যে আমরা বিকেল বেলা আমাদের বাড়ির পাশে নার্সারি বাগান আছে ওখানে ঘুরতে যাই। ওদিন আমরা যখন গিয়েছিলাম এই চন্দ্রমল্লিকা ফুল গুলো দেখতে পাই ওখানে। দেখে আমার কাছে অসম্ভব ভালো লাগলো। তাই আমি সাথে সাথে এই ফুলগুলোর ফটোগ্রাফি করি। আজকে আপনাদের মাঝে শেয়ার করলাম। আশা করি আমার এই চন্দ্রমল্লিকা ফুলের ফটোগ্রাফি আপনাদের অনেক ভালো লাগবে।
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A beautiful day at the beach
The sun had not yet fully risen, the sky was red. A light, cool breeze was blowing, as if speaking its own invisible language with the roar of the sea. My daughter, little Reshmi, and I had come to the beach together.
Reshmi was very excited. She was running on the sand with her tiny feet, feeling the touch of the soft sand with her bare feet. I was walking slowly, feeling the vastness of the sea. The waves seemed to be coming and going in a rhythmic rhythm, crashing against the shore, returning, and coming again. This scene was familiar, yet it seemed new every time.
Reshmi ran up to me and grabbed my hand and said, "Mom, look, what a beautiful fish shell!" I bent down and saw a small oyster glistening in her hand. It shimmered silver in the sunlight. I smiled, "It's very beautiful, do you want to collect it?"
She nodded, "Yes, we will collect many, Mom!"
I started looking for oysters with her. Some were small, some were big, some were broken but colorful. Reshmi found them and filled her little bag. Then she suddenly ran towards the sea. I warned her, "Don't go far, Reshmi!"
She stood near the water and started playing with the small waves. I went to the side and held her hand. The waves came, touched the water around our feet, then moved away again. Reshmi laughed, as if she had reached a strange understanding with nature.
A little later, we sat down under a coconut tree by the beach. There was a small shop there, where coconut water was sold. I bought coconuts for both of us. After drinking the cold sweet water, Reshmi opened her eyes with joy and said, "This is so much fun, mom!"
Then we continued walking on the beach. Many tourists had come, some were taking pictures, some were riding horses, and some were surfing. Resmi and I sat in the sand and watched a group of children building a sandcastle in the distance. Resmi said, “Mom, we’ll build one too!”
I said, “Come on, let’s start then!”
We started building the sandcastle. Resmi was building the walls on one side, I was building the door. She was working very carefully, sometimes making designs on the fort with her hands. Eventually our fort was built—like a beautiful little palace.
Just then, a big wave came, breaking one side of our fort. Resmi looked at it with a heavy face. I said, “It’s a game of the sea, it wants to play with us!”
She smiled, “Then I’ll build it again, Mom!”
We started again. Our fort was stronger this time. Time seemed to fly by, I didn’t realize it. The sun was already setting in the west, the sky was painted orange and pink. The reflection of that color in the sea water looked so beautiful that it seemed as if a part of the rainbow was floating in the water.
Reshmi put her head on my shoulder and said, "I really liked today, Mom. Will we come again?"
I patted her head and said, "Of course, Reshmi! We will come again, build new sandcastles again, and talk to the sea again."
Evening came, and we slowly started to leave the beach. The air still smelled salty, and our minds still had the memories of the whole day's joy. The waves of the sea waved goodbye to us from behind, as if saying—"Come again!"
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
A beautiful day at the beach
The sun had not yet fully risen, the sky was red. A light, cool breeze was blowing, as if speaking its own invisible language with the roar of the sea. My daughter, little Reshmi, and I had come to the beach together.
Reshmi was very excited. She was running on the sand with her tiny feet, feeling the touch of the soft sand with her bare feet. I was walking slowly, feeling the vastness of the sea. The waves seemed to be coming and going in a rhythmic rhythm, crashing against the shore, returning, and coming again. This scene was familiar, yet it seemed new every time.
Reshmi ran up to me and grabbed my hand and said, "Mom, look, what a beautiful fish shell!" I bent down and saw a small oyster glistening in her hand. It shimmered silver in the sunlight. I smiled, "It's very beautiful, do you want to collect it?"
She nodded, "Yes, we will collect many, Mom!"
I started looking for oysters with her. Some were small, some were big, some were broken but colorful. Reshmi found them and filled her little bag. Then she suddenly ran towards the sea. I warned her, "Don't go far, Reshmi!"
She stood near the water and started playing with the small waves. I went to the side and held her hand. The waves came, touched the water around our feet, then moved away again. Reshmi laughed, as if she had reached a strange understanding with nature.
A little later, we sat down under a coconut tree by the beach. There was a small shop there, where coconut water was sold. I bought coconuts for both of us. After drinking the cold sweet water, Reshmi opened her eyes with joy and said, "This is so much fun, mom!"
Then we continued walking on the beach. Many tourists had come, some were taking pictures, some were riding horses, and some were surfing. Resmi and I sat in the sand and watched a group of children building a sandcastle in the distance. Resmi said, “Mom, we’ll build one too!”
I said, “Come on, let’s start then!”
We started building the sandcastle. Resmi was building the walls on one side, I was building the door. She was working very carefully, sometimes making designs on the fort with her hands. Eventually our fort was built—like a beautiful little palace.
Just then, a big wave came, breaking one side of our fort. Resmi looked at it with a heavy face. I said, “It’s a game of the sea, it wants to play with us!”
She smiled, “Then I’ll build it again, Mom!”
We started again. Our fort was stronger this time. Time seemed to fly by, I didn’t realize it. The sun was already setting in the west, the sky was painted orange and pink. The reflection of that color in the sea water looked so beautiful that it seemed as if a part of the rainbow was floating in the water.
Reshmi put her head on my shoulder and said, "I really liked today, Mom. Will we come again?"
I patted her head and said, "Of course, Reshmi! We will come again, build new sandcastles again, and talk to the sea again."
Evening came, and we slowly started to leave the beach. The air still smelled salty, and our minds still had the memories of the whole day's joy. The waves of the sea waved goodbye to us from behind, as if saying—"Come again!"
Post details
| Category | Photography |
|---|---|
| Camera | Redmi note 13 |
| Post Created | bdwomen |
| Location | Bangladesh |