Farming has always been my favorite. Although I don't always live in the village, when I rush to the village, I get involved in farming. Many of you may know my cousin, who is a good user of the platform. His name is @sumon09. I almost occasionally participate in various activities with my brother. When I rush to my village house, I participate in our farming activities. Just like that, I have brought to you a beautiful moment of a day. One winter morning, there was a white sheet of fog around, and in that cold environment, I went to my cousin's vegetable garden. Fresh, green and lively beans were hanging on the long vines of winter vegetables beans in the garden. The previous afternoon, while collecting beans from the trees, I felt the pure smell of winter wafting in the air. Then in the morning, the dew-drenched grass and leaves around me gave a different sense of peace. When we were storing beans with baskets in our hands, it felt like we were taking wealth from a natural treasure. Although I had saved a lot in the afternoon, not much was saved the next morning, only a little was saved.

Then I set off with the fresh beans towards the Gangni vegetable market. It is 8-10 km away from my cousins' house. Where we have our own permanent house. Due to that, I used to travel with my brother almost every time I stayed in Gangni. The atmosphere of the morning market was completely different, busy people, various goods vehicles, hawkers' calls, and the fresh smell of vegetables filled the surroundings. The hustle and bustle of the sellers and buyers at the market created a kind of lively scene. When I was selling beans with my brother, I felt the winter morning more closely in the midst of the conversation. During the sale, I saw different traders buying beans for their shops, some were bargaining, some were praising the fresh beans. Seeing the interest in the beans we collected in their eyes, I also felt a kind of joy in my heart. It seemed that the fruits of hard work were really sweet. Everything was sold at twenty taka per kg in a blink of an eye. The crowd of the market, the busyness of the buyers, and the cold winter morning together gave rise to an extraordinary experience. That moment taught me that when the fruits of labor, in harmony with nature, meet the needs of people in the market, the joy and satisfaction are different from anything else. That experience on a winter morning remains memorable to me to this day.

I have noticed that there is a lot of hard work and peace in agricultural work. Among various types of agricultural work, I have noticed that the farmer brothers work hard. Besides, as we are small vegetable producers, we love this work. Because the vitality of the village can be found here. Although my participation is very low at present, I still rush to the agricultural work where I am fascinated by the various activities of the farmers. I get to have a little hand in my own family agricultural work and at the same time feel the beauty of my village Bengal. Agriculture is mixed with the life of my village Bengal. That is why I like participating in this work very much.

I am Md. Helal Uddin. I am a Bangladeshi Muslim citizen. My home is in Gangni-Meherpur. My current address is Dhaka Savar Bis-Mile. I am a married person. I am a private employee in my career.