A short journey to town and my photography

Greetings and love to all.
Today's writing is a little different — I didn't set out for any special purpose as the term "travel" means. Still, I set off from Netrokona to Mymensingh city for a small need. At the beginning of the journey, I thought I would just go there and come back, but I saw some scenes between the roads and nature that touched my heart. So I picked up my mobile and held it for a few moments — just my own way, seeing it with my own eyes.

I took the pictures while sitting in the bus — there was no set plan, no thought of a camera or photography behind it. I just liked it, so I kept it.

Then the bus slowly entered the city.
When I arrived at the Brahmaputra Bridge intersection, it was as if I had entered a completely different world. The crowd, the noise, the rush of people, the honking of rickshaws, vans, and buses — all a familiar urban bustle. Yet there was life, a rhythm in it. If you look at the pictures, you can see — some are selling fruit, some are getting on the bus, some are just standing on the side of the road. Some are unknown to anyone, yet everyone seems to be connected by an invisible thread.

The first few pictures were taken while crossing the Brahmaputra River. The vastness of the river is immediately apparent, but still there is a kind of calmness somewhere. The land surrounded by greenery on the other side of the river, occasional light waves, and the sky covered with clouds overhead — the whole scene brings a strange tranquility. It felt as if the river was telling its story — slowly, slowly — if someone wanted to listen.

At the very end, when the sky cleared a little, and the sun came out a little — the city also looked a little more beautiful. I thought, this change in the colors of nature and the city is a reflection of life itself.

There was no guide, no plan on this short trip. Yet in the end, it seems — this experience, these pictures are a memory for me.