Infinite Sky Photography

We modern people have become so involved in the touch of modernity that now we don't want to believe in the old days anymore. Many people are sad because many people don't believe in the old days. But I still remember that when I was little, my grandmother used to love to sit under the sky and tell stories. I lost my grandmother. It's been almost three and a half years now. I can't understand how the days are passing by. I don't understand how she is not with us. But I miss her very much. Actually, there is no point in missing her now because once she leaves this world, she never comes back. That's what they say. One person has to leave to make room for the other. Maybe my grandmother left. My mother and aunt left to make room for everyone. At one time, I had fish. Everyone left to make room for their sons' wives.

The world's principles are like this, this is reality, whether one believes it or not, always say something, sometimes if someone says something, don't get upset, maybe look at that blue sky and share your feelings with the sky, or else look at the water and you will see that all the tiredness in your mind is gone, sometimes I remember their words very much. It will not be of any use to remember my grandmother because she is not in this world. She liked to tell fairy tales about rivers very much. She used to tell different kinds of stories, we all listened to stories together, especially my grandmother used to tell Behula's story a lot.

I don't know how true it is that Behula Sundari used only tears to grind a piece of dried chili pepper at that time, but since my grandmother said it, it must be true. There is a village near us where a big waz mahfil is organized, which is called Ujanir mahfil here. You can still see Behula Sundari's hair cut there. Her hair was so long that she had to hang it on a tree and then dry it. Although the story is fictional, it is real.

Who doesn't love to see the sky flying in the infinite sky? I love it too. Sometimes I send my thoughts to the sky as a complaint. Maybe no one is listening to me, but I believe that the one who created me knows me and hears my words. Today, I spent quite some time trying to vent my troubles to the sky. The surrounding environment was very calm, since during the afternoon of Ramadan, there was hardly anyone to be seen, but I went out to the field alone.

I am upset about several things and I don't know what to do. Maybe everything will be fine, but no one wants to know about my current situation. Even then, I pray to God that those who have caused me to be upset will always be good. In fact, only Allah Ta'ala is the one who can keep me well. Even if you and I want to, we can never be good. We sometimes say that to maintain a relationship, only the girls should understand, but I never believe that in any relationship, whether it is between parents or your loved ones, you must try from both sides.

If efforts are not made from both sides, then that relationship will never last. I have taken several photographs of the sky. The sky is completely blue. Not even the blue glow of the clouds can be seen. It looked much more beautiful. Standing under the blue sky, I was thinking to myself how many people have disappeared from under this sky, how many people have gone to the afterlife. I don't know how everyone is, but I hope everyone is well and takes good care of their loved ones. We should always pray for those who have gone because we have nothing else to do except pray for them. Don't forget to let me know how the photographs of the sky turned out. Hope everyone is well.