The fire on treetops

The cold wave that has swept in makes it hard to believe, but spring is almost here. And just as the trees begin to put on a show, the palash or the flame of the forest comes ablaze in vermilion, birds begin nesting on the green leaves, the eager bees and the cuckoos instigate an orchestral magnificence. Bards and poets from ages have responded to this very beautiful season quite imaginatively.

And maybe that's why Tagore had tonnes of poems penned in admiration of the season—

And with Phalgun's springtime's surge of desire

Clove vines would ring with their ankle bells

As damsels unfurled their flowing tresses in the south wind!

- Elem Notun Deshe, Rabindrantah Tagore

Photo: Sazzad Ibne Sayed

Model: Riba and Raj

Wardrobe: Qrius

Make-up: Sumon Rahat

Styling: Sonia Yeasmin Isha