Beautiful flowers of the bean plant

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This morning was completely enveloped in the familiar softness of rural Bengal. As soon as the sun rose in the eastern sky, I walked along the paved path towards the vegetable garden next to my house, and the peaceful atmosphere around me filled my mind with a strange sense of peace. Walking over the dewy grass of the morning, I stood near the shed. The bean plants planted with utmost care seemed to be dressed in a wonderful way to welcome this new morning.

Bag flowers are peeking out from between the dense green leaves. Some are bright purple, while others are white like clouds. When the soft light of the morning falls on these white flowers, they shine like pearls. The petals of the purple flowers have become even fresher and more vibrant with dewdrops. It seems as if a small artist's skillful brush has painted a colorful landscape on the shed.

The creeping tips are tightly grasping the bamboo mat and rushing towards the sky. The buds that bloom on the tip of each tip are just waiting to unfold themselves. Some flowers bloom in clusters at the very tip, dancing gently in the light swaying of the wind. In this open countryside of the village, amidst the chirping of birds, it is not possible to express in words on the pages of a diary how charming the beauty of these flowers can be. When I stand under the mat and take a deep breath, the sweet smell of the earth and the sweet fragrance of the flowers become one. This growing by nature's own will without any artificiality, this is the meaning of village life. This softness of the bean flower on this winter morning brought me a lot of joy for the whole day. These small gifts of nature seem to provide the resources to survive.