The Invisible Beauty E-Book

Namrata Sharma Entrepreneur

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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The Invisible Beauty is a 2023 Book By Namrata Sharma Entrepreneur about The Beauty and Fashion. This Nonfictional Art book will better than any other Beauty and Fashion Book.

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Namrata Sharma Entrepreneur

The Invisible Beauty

The Invisible Beauty is a 2023 Book By Namrata Sharma Entrepreneur about The Beauty and Fashion. This Nonfictional Art book will better than any other Beauty and Fashion Book.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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The Invisible BeautyBy: Namrata Sharma Entrepreneur

An Unknown Beauty

 I have seen the shape of Bengal, so I don't go looking for the shape of the world anymore. No nature-loving Bengali can ignore this line of poet Jibanananda Das's poem. There are all kinds of beauty hidden in all corners of Bengal which are still hidden behind the public eye. These beauties have been discovered by nature loving people and at the same time have given others the opportunity to enjoy them. Sheikh Russel Eco Park located in Khulna Division is a haven of natural beauty in the hustle and bustle of everything. This eco-friendly park is a bit secluded from the crowded and lively city where one can visit with loved ones or family members whenever they want. To remove the monotony of work and daily life, one such new Environment has no other option. Then if that place is open to all then maybe the happiness becomes double. One-third of the work of the park is still incomplete but already it has managed to attract the attention of the visitors.Although this eco park is a bit far from the city, it becomes much more pleasant due to the good transport services. Motor bikes, auto rickshaws can be used as a medium if one wishes, the road is only two kilometers from the left road of Rupsa Bridge. Being a riverside area, all the beautiful scenes on both sides of the road are bound to take away the mind in an unimaginable way. This extensive and large-scale Sheikh Russell Eco Park has an immense collection of flowers to offer visitors, which conveys the familiar form of Bengal as expressed through numerous songs, poems and rhymes by poets and artists. The mesmerizing waves of the Rupsi Rupsa river change the main image of the park. The chirping of the birds and the smell of the wind makes the mind so excited that it wants to sing "I don't want to get lost anywhere". The park has a beautiful seating area on the banks of the river from which to drink in the beauty of nature and observe the mangrove forest of Sundarbans with about 20 species of trees that have been planted with utmost care on the banks of the river. Enjoying everything in this region when the body tells you it is tired. Then he has a restaurant and refreshment business for peace. As the park is on the banks of the river, there is plenty of light and air as well as all the facilities needed to cheer up the heart. Being introduced to a new environment is like a different experience to bring stimulation and variety to people's minds outside of normal life. Therefore, the importance of such a park is immense to spend some time in a different place, away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Beautiful Story of Beauty

It's been a long time since there was no excitement in Manmathpur, it's all wind.

Excitement is nothing but

Love is not love, the other name of tension here is fighting. Everyone knows it.

Even six months ago, Manmathpur was plagued by individual and group disputes. From time to time, Tulkalam would hit the area. No one would go there in fear of the noisy ramdar's anger or the shriveled people rolling in the hot blood on the street. The altercation continued until the police arrived. This is a very chaotic and horrible situation. Even thinking about it, the chest of the innocent villager is heaving, and the heart is shaking from time to time.

The quiet village in the morning - the chirping of birds, the red sun glimmering in the sky, the daily walk of the farmer in the fields, the hills of Sawdar in the market and the group of horses eager to see them, the students moving along the dew-soaked path with books and notebooks pressed to their chests towards the distant primary school. A familiar village, familiar atmosphere, familiar people - everything is normal, completely covered in tranquility surrounded by the sound of going, the constant crowing of roosters, the hum of cows and calves and the quacking of flocks of ducks.

There was no talk, no message, on the day of the market, there was a quarrel at a tea stall in the market. At first, the two servants quarreled over trivial reasons like getting a cup of tea before and after; Then the anger and factionalism suppressed in Uttarpara and Dakshinpara, the atmosphere around - when what happens, war cries started at noon. First the hand-to-hand, then the ballam-ramda-tenta and hoihi-roi chochachuti. One group threw bricks and the other group threw logs and knocked them down. Some go forward with Ramada in hand, while others retreat in fear. The whole village was then a battlefield, shaking like a teacup held by an old man in excitement and joy. As time goes on, the environment becomes hellish. The pet chicken is also afraid to come out and crow and pluck the grain from the ground in front of the house. Even if a raven croaks a little while sitting on tin rice, the children tremble with fear, the old men close the doors and windows and seek safety inside the house. The wife-Jhira keeps the children on her lap. At this time, if there is an innocent young person outside the family, the hearts of the parents tremble with unknown fear. Their constant cries can be heard on mobile phones, where are you father? How are you, what time IB home? – Question after national question. It is not possible to tell who the focus is on whom!

But that boisterous and boisterous Manmathpur is no more. The previously known movement has completely changed. Bhuiya Bari, Khan Bari, Syed Bari, Uttarpara, Dakshinpara, all the rising age boys are now in big cities like Dhaka-Chittagong-Sylhet, polite and civilized and enjoying their studies or work. as before

There are reasons for this. Since the hanging of two young men from two well-known houses in front of the eyes surrounding the death of the popular Murubbi Gedu Munsi, which happened ten years ago, everything has become dull. Thinking of the consequences, no one wants to pick up tenta-vallam-ramada in hand - all the weapons stored are now at the bottom of pond-sink, snake-bang and fish shelter.

Compared to the previous one, this is a broken village. Like winter snakes, cold ice flows everywhere. The excitement of Manmathpur is now stuck in the trunk of a tree like a cut kite. Sometimes when there is wind, it falls and just moves. It seems that now there is a tension building around. But let's leave it at that. The kite is more stuck, the thread gets tangled in the branches.

One day in a beautiful winter morning, the kite was suddenly released. Waves floated in the open sky. Excitement in everyone's eyes. Everyone is worried about where the kite goes and falls.

Finally, the floating kite gets stuck in the dewy pumpkin vines at the rice paddies of Zinda Mia's house.

At that time, there was a lot of commotion, commotion and excitement across Zinda's backyard!

Nitai Das was going seven mornings to catch fish with a net in the dry winter bill. Early winter, baby cabbages and cauliflowers bobbing their heads across the fields, not yet bursting with the full bloom of youth. After a few days, when the winter weaves a dense web of spiders around, then the dew will thicken on the land of red vegetables, spinach and cauliflower-cabbage. In the potato field, the crop will grow by leaps and bounds.

Nets on Nitai's shoulders, hand-held fishing nets. Knowing the incident, he also rushed to the courtyard of Zinda's house. Their house consists of three tall houses surrounded by waves. Get in the middle. Around the courtyard are mango-jackfruit, coconut-arecanut rows and seeded banana bushes like faithful pike-pedestrians. Zinda Mia's father and mother are sitting on two damp wooden chairs under a young coconut tree. In front of them is a brass bowl on the tool. The faces of both of them are covered in bean juice, the lips are marked with that juice. Yet a subtle haughty veneer wears their countenance. Even standing far away, Nitai can understand it.

People are overflowing in the yard. Uttarpara and Dakshinpara are united together. Cumin on the other hand, the longer the better. It is easy to see what is happening by looking up. Leaving the children in the open yard, they are eager to see the colors. There is a bit of confusion about whose child has fallen on whose feet 

Turmoil and mind blackness.