Pictures of traditional houses of Rangpur

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But to follow the current situation. Traditional mud houses and thatched houses from rural Bengal are almost disappearing with the touch of modernity. In which it is always important to keep the traditions alive. People are engaged in agriculture through hard work especially in the old homesteads of the village. Their tireless and hard work always impresses us. The wooden houses in particular look amazing, usually with bas or palm slats to create a wonderful traditional house. Builders are able to create natural houses with such nature. Diverse architectures follow us all the time. It feels like I've gone back to writing as a child.

Although there are no mud houses in our town. But mud houses usually take more space due to which mud houses are on the way to extinction. Especially I loved the house which is really comfortable weather. Sunlight used to enter through the windows. The kitchen was completely separated from the main structure of the houses. Even today, those days are still heartwarming.

It used to rain a lot throughout the year in our city although the rainy season is still going on. The sound of tin rice, especially in tin houses, was a very strange feeling for us. We used to play badminton in the outdoor courtyard especially during winter. If we all loved such a game in the spring, the house would be decorated with colorful flowers. Which anyone would like to see. Now if there is a flower near the house, people tear it but do not protect the beauty of the flower. People don't understand how beautiful flowers look on tree branches. Nature and environment are always mesmerizing with this house.

Those traditional houses of our city decorate me in a new way. Although there are few buildings but the memories of the houses awaken me anew. I am hoping that such wonderful memories and traditional love will be enlivened among all.

But if I could go back to that house again, there is a big diary of memories in my heart and I opened the pages of happy memories in the diary. That home in my heart is the jewel of my heart. But even when I reach the end of my life, those happy days of sleeping together with my parents will be an integral part of my life. Change of time, change of era, change of reality, reality is a difficult situation with which he has to break the nest. Which is a running stream of memories in our hearts. But even if I want to, I can't sleep with my parents anymore. God has given me all the love except this love. And he also explained that no one in the world is sure to go one day before and after.

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