Sweet Winter

Winter evening. Some time ago, the bus left the city and entered the village road. I was sitting on the bus seat and listening to music with headphones. Hearing "Tomar Mallika Boney" I suddenly felt sleepy in my eyes. 

Then maybe I fell asleep for a while. About 10 minutes after waking up suddenly, my eyes fell on the sky. I then opened the window of the bus to see the sky. What beauty is that sky? The moon seems to be rushing towards the village with me. The distant bills are sweet.

The mood of winter is also gone in the markets. The scenes are as dirty as the skin of a small child. I just want to touch it, feel it like a caress.