If it so happens that it rains all day long, we call it a rainy day. In such a day, the sky remains cloudy. The sun is not seen at all. The day looks dull and gloomy. Sometimes it rains heavily and sometimes it drezzles. Often there are flashes of lighting and roads of thunder in the sky. Birds are harldy seen to fly and cattle keep standing on their sides. In such a day, forke have to remain indoors. They cannot note from one place to another easily. The roads become almost muddy and desolate. The poor suffer very much. They cannot in out to farm their daily bread. It is a day of great low to the students because classes are not held viet day. Some people also spend the day in inspiring, playing at cards, singing or hearing songs. After all, a rainy day gives up both joy and sorrow. It comes to different classes of people in different ways.
The name of my native village is Karapur. It is a renowned village in the district of Barisal. It bears in testimony to this heritage of it's glorious past. It's beautiful scenes and scenery feed the eyes of the viewers. It's land area is about three square kilometers with vast green fields on all sides. Two well-conducted road run through the village leading to all directions. Nearly two thousand people live in my village. Most of them are Muslims and few of them is Hindus. Both Hindus and Muslims live together. Most of them belong to middle class. Agriculture is the main occupation to the villagers. About 80% of the people are agriculturists. Some traders and service holders also live here. There are two primary schools, one high school,one madrasah in this village. Besides of these, there is a small market in the middle of the village where the villagers gets the necessary commodities of there daily life.The communication...
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