The
river in its continual flow has ever been a charm to all men in all ages Day
and night it rolls on and never knows any rest. It flows murmuring by to join
the vast expanse of the sea. Few sights on earth can compare in variety and
beauty with the sight of a river in Bangladesh. At different times of the day
it presents different scenes. Sometimes the broad expanse of water lies like
vast sheet of paper, Sometimes the ripples roll on with soft murmurs. Now
a boat moves on with the aid of oars. When there is a strong wind, the boat
moves fast under the sail. Off and on steamers and launches ply along the
rivers. Boats laden with rice, fruits, vegetables, earthen wares and other
goods pass in quick succession. Fishing boats move along with their nets spread
to catch fish.
The banks of the river present an
unbroken view of a variety of sights which entertain the eyes. Here men, women
and children bathe, there women get down to water’s
edge with pitchers in their hands and, again, there washer men wash clothes
and cowboys graze their cattle. Somewhere smoke is found rising up in the sky
from the funeral ‘pyre’ of a death Hindu. Temples, mosques,
houses, gardens and fishermen hunts on
both the banks present a varied spectacle. At intervals are found important centers of trade with strings of boats loading and uploading.
A river offers a grand spectacle on a
moonlit night. All around there is a deep silence which is now and then broken
by the splashing dip of oars and the songs of the boatmen. The broad
bosom of the river flashes like silver in the flood of moonlight. A river in
Bangladesh changes its aspects with the change of seasons. In the rainy season
it takes up a fearful aspects with its eddies and overflowing currents . In
autumn its calm surface offers a pleasant sight. In winter it is shore of
the majesty of the rainy season and its lean and shrunken view then almost
excites pity. In spring, again. it is full of new life and vigor.
The scenes of a river in
Bangladesh has, so to say, a moral aspect, all its own. Its variety, beauty and
grandeur fill us with a sense of our smallness, humble our pride and, at least
for the time being, carry us away to a better and nobler world
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