A touchy half-misty evening of `Hemonto`

Home, sweet home. Everytime I come back to Jessore, feel something special. I went out for a walk in an evening of `Hemonto`. And the spectacular nature lashed my eyes with extra-ordinary appeal. It was little misty, not too misty to block things from vision, half-mist spread thin layer of cloth allover. The leaves of tree seemed undiscovered shed in thrilling moonlight, the moon shined over trees, looked little ghosty. The passers-by, cycles, ricksaws were passing on the road in a touchy environment.