How are you all? I hope you are all well. I am very well, Alhamdulillah, thanks to your prayers. I am starting today's post by wishing everyone good luck. Today I am going to share with you the beauty of the sky. I hope you will be very happy to see the wonderful photos.

Autumn is such a charming season in the nature of Bengal, when the sky, clouds, fields and trees combine to create a wonderful fair of colors. I stood in the open field in the afternoon for several days and witnessed that beautiful scene. With a mobile camera in hand, green rice fields stretching far in front, a narrow rural road in the middle and white clouds floating like cotton in the infinite blue sky above it, the scene was as beautiful as a picture. So whenever I got the chance, I would turn on the camera and point it towards the sky and take photographs. It was as if the sky scene brought me a different kind of love. I would discover the wonderful grandeur of rural Bengal. Where the simple, indifferent smile of the village smiles is intertwined with the white clouds of the sky.

The white clouds in the sky were slowly floating like cotton balls, sometimes above the heads of coconut trees, sometimes melting in the gaps of banana trees and glistening in the sunlight. I stood under the electricity pole on the side of the road and captured that moment on my camera. The light coolness in the air, the birds flying around, and the laughter of village children playing in the distance, all combined to create a perfect autumn feeling. My mobile lens captured a scene where the green fields of crops seemed to be reflecting the white clouds in the sky. The sun was shining on the heads of the rice plants, creating a kind of sparkle, and the raft of clouds above was like a work of art painted on the sky's canvas. It was as if nature had decorated the autumn of rural Bengal with its own hands, where every scene has a touch of peace, beauty, and tranquility.

When I feel such beauty in the autumn sky, I often feel like remembering past memories and sitting down to write poetry. Although I am not very skilled in writing poetry, I still liked it a lot. However, at the moment of photography, I noticed that the white clouds in the sky seemed to be running from one end to the other. The feeling of these clouds moving in the sky reminded me again and again of the beauty of rural Bengal and the memories of the past. When I was a child, we used to run to the Kashban forest to see such beautiful white clouds. And we would compare the clouds in the sky and find many similarities in the beauty of the Kashban forest. This is exactly how I feel about this photography.