In the hustle and bustle of the busy city, dust, and mechanical life, we can't find a place to breathe. So suddenly one day, I rode my bike to the village—on familiar and unfamiliar roads, responding to the silent call of nature.

In this blog, I share my travel experience, where I explored the indescribable beauty of rural Bengal by bike.

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🌾 The beginning of the journey: From paved roads to dirt roads

When the bike slowly moved towards the village after leaving the city, it felt like I was reaching nature step by step. As soon as the paved road ended, a narrow dirt road began, with rows of trees on both sides, and occasionally rice fields, jute fields, or yellow fields of mustard.

Once upon a time, there was a small canal by the side of the road—palm trees leaning over the water. It was as if I had only read such a scene in the pages of a book, but now I saw it before my eyes.

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🌿 A village colored by nature

Upon reaching the village, I saw the pure form of nature. The houses were decorated with thatched or tin roofs, chickens were walking in the yard, and a grandmother was sitting next to her drying rice. Little boys were playing in the shade of the trees, and a few shepherds were grazing goats and buffaloes in the field in the distance.

As I walked, my bike wheels were running on the muddy and dusty road. On one side were coconut trees, on the other side were bamboo bushes — occasionally, fishermen were sitting next to some ponds fishing.

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🌸 A field full of flowers and birdsong

As I moved forward a little, I saw a place to sit under a shady tree under a shy flower, a phalaenopsis flower, and a shady place to sit under a zarul tree on the side of the road. The flowers blooming on the roadside seemed to be not from a garden — nature had woven them with her own hands.

And in between those flowers, I could hear the calls of various birds — a jay, a doel, a sparrow, or a crow. Some birds flew away at the sound of my bike, but some stayed on the branches of trees, as if they were watching me.

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🛤️ Bridge, river and people's laughter

I had to cross a wooden bridge over a small river. The trees were casting shadows on the water of the river, and a boat was tied in the middle. Some children standing on the bridge waved at me. Such simple, lively laughter — which I haven't seen in the city for a long time.

On one side was the village market — small shops, chatter, people sitting at tea stalls chatting. I stopped my bike and had a cup of red tea. The shopkeeper said, "Brother, did you ride a bike and go for a walk alone?" I said, "These places are like heaven!" He smiled.

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🌅 Afternoon light, a blanket of peace

While wandering around, I didn't realize when it was afternoon. The sun was setting in the west, the sky was reddish. The smell of rice was in the air, and the birds were returning to the trees. I started the bike and started walking again, but a kind of peace had come to my mind. This peace may be the true reward of nature.

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✍️ Conclusion

A bike ride through the village is not just a trip, it is a kind of spiritual journey. Every tree, flower, river, bird touches the heart. This experience teaches us how even small things have hidden beauty.

If you too ever want to free your mind, see the true colors of life — then get on your bike, ride the village road. You will return a different person. 🌾🏍️📷