E Learning and our Bangladesh.

The red setting sun at dusk. At the end of the day the noise around comes down. One that comes down to nature A different kind of peace. The animals and birds tend to go back to the nest. After a busy day, it was the turn of the quiet people to return home. Heavenly silence prevails everywhere. Of the sun The nature of Chhatra in the red light seems to decorate itself in a different color. Kallolit in front of the bank of the wide river The river, the heavenly abai, the colored sky, the beauty of this beautiful peacock quenches the thirst in both eyes. The creator of the world seems to be enchanted by hiding himself Has immersed people in beauty. Standing on the bank of a lonely river at sunset, I think there is such a spiritual babana. On the river bank Watching the sunset reminds me of some of Rabindranath Tagore's poems. In this Mahendrakshan of the end of the day and the arrival of the night, the world becomes a game of sexual intercourse. The sky and the ground are face to face. He is unearthly Silence spreads in the forest in the mountains along the river. The view of the sunset in the dense background of the shady village is reminiscent of the shy bride pulled the veil. To watch the sunset by the river Multidimensional beauty can be seen. On the other side of the huge body of water, the red generous sky stands on the bank of the open river at dusk. Enjoy the view of a wonderful nature. It can be done. The water of the river became red in the sky. During this time the colors on the horizon change rapidly. The red tip of the setting sun falls on the forehead and the world looks like a bride. The glitter is golden in color The view of the sailing boat floating in the water is amazing. A flock of white buck ganglite sand ducks flew in the wind along the river bank. The crimson sun radiates its warmth to be red Keep going down. At one time it seemed as if the sky of Nadia had merged with the horizon. I heard the melody of the secret sadness of the earth to get ears for the sun. Then that sphere of fire It was as if he had drowned in the river. The black sheet of Aadhaar covered all around. The sound of jigsaw puzzles in the flickering light of the firefly A new obsession is created. Sometimes in the evening, it seems as if the teenage girl of the village is standing on the bank of the river wearing a red and yellow sari. At the next moment it seems that it is just a fantasy. Fading evening The craftsmanship of the light scattered on the small waves of the river in the dim darkness is truly awe-inspiring. I want to put a little hand in the crafts of that deu. Touch and see the strange lurking of light and shadow. I keep the sweetness of Ganai Mann evening in my heart. But in reality that is not to be. Against the crimson sky and the huge river, the dazzling beauty of the sunset is just like a picture painted on the screen of the mind forever. Becomes incandescent.