In the fields of the village, in the fields, in the fields, in the ponds, on the edges of the mosques, in the different gardens, in the courtyards of the houses, when the aura of red flowers would spread in the lap of nature, then spring would come. Tradition lovers were fascinated by this and enjoyed the sight of flowers.
With the onset of spring, the first Fagun blossomed in the Shimul tree, and the red Fagun blossomed, and at the end of the Chaitra, the boiling cotton flew with the wind, intoxicating the nature. At that time the environment also seemed different.