# Hello,CCS friends! I am @maksudakawsar From Bangladesh # Assalamu Alaikum

How are you all? I hope everyone is having a good day. I am also doing well. Being well is not only necessary for ourselves, but also a happy thing for the people around us. Because when we are well, our body and mind become well. And then our life becomes happy. Those of you who read my blog regularly must know that I like to travel a little. And whenever I get time, I go to a green environment surrounded by nature. To pamper myself a little. For example, a few days ago I came back for some time with my friend nature. A few days ago I went to visit the Taj Mahal and Rajmoni shooting spots of Bengal's love. However, that day I took several photographs there. Which may not be shared with you in one day. So today I am going to share some photography. I hope you will like it too.

![image.png](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmPjphhdm8sQ3XLU873Th1oeJb2GnktSZvDetKq55NRgvi/image.png) A few days ago, on a quiet afternoon, I stepped out to do some essential shopping. The plan was simple—browse a few sarees, pick up some household items, and maybe relax at a nearby coffee shop if time allowed. But somewhere along the way, the day took a turn—an unexpected one filled with color and silent wonder. I stumbled upon an array of artificial flowers that completely captivated me. Just after entering the shopping mall, my eyes caught a glimpse of a bright little shop tucked into one corner. From the outside, it looked quite ordinary, but stepping in felt like entering a different world. The walls were adorned with vibrant blooms arranged in such meticulous beauty that it almost felt surreal. Though they weren’t real, they carried an astonishing lifelike charm in their shapes, their colors, and the way they were displayed. ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.43_9e89e5df.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcBvVXntuJV5tBiQeN9TzX5g7bCbDqL5KtzomyKyYUeAy/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.43_9e89e5df.jpg) Without even realizing, my feet took me inside. I didn’t have my camera with me, but thankfully, phone photography has become second nature. So I began taking pictures—capturing each bloom under soft light or delicate shadows. Every hue, every petal, every design made me pause, as if someone inside me whispered, “Freeze this beauty… let it last forever.” ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.50.52_493346e2.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmUXpncJzEpUW3CqnGRe3pxoY3HmwLmzUPpCR6hV4NxHPy/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.50.52_493346e2.jpg) At first, I thought I would just admire them quietly and move on. But the longer I stood there, the more I felt compelled to hold on to this beauty—not just with my eyes, but through photographs. Some might think artificial flowers are lifeless, scentless decorations, but I believe they carry their own stories—a trace of time, a whisper of emotion, maybe even a hidden memory. ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.08_c1bd2512.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmSPcrGZRLXFJXJ9CXfzEGnNfYV8rj4JutQt3DS1WqECoz/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.08_c1bd2512.jpg) I photographed many arrangements that day. Some were nestled in tiny bottles—like quiet love letters from another era. Others stood tall in larger vases, glowing with dazzling shades. The light danced on them so naturally that they seemed to radiate emotion—soft, almost shy. Time slipped away while I wandered through the store. I felt as though I was somewhere else entirely, a world without sound or noise—only color and glow. The shopkeeper, a kind woman with a gentle smile, allowed me to take photos without hesitation. In her eyes, I sensed a quiet pride—perhaps not everyone notices the beauty she arranges every day. ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.16_1031f5ff.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTyDGYLVnC84XMY7YAprC9rx981seoXjEyAakrv7gefEY/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.16_1031f5ff.jpg) Eventually, I didn’t just leave with photos. I picked up a few pieces to bring home. And when I placed them on my table later that evening, it felt like the entire room transformed. Every corner smiled a little brighter. Even in the stillness of everyday life, color finds its way in—if we’re open to seeing it, if we allow it a place in our hearts. The next day, I shared a few of my photos online. Friends and followers responded warmly—many asked, “Are these real?” I laughed and said, “No, they’re just a visual illusion… but sometimes, illusions feel more real than reality itself.” ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.45_4c504472.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmQNFFW8iNA5Xk7sH7LGrGWeFfYNjwcNf5HsvTsJFtqNQw/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.45_4c504472.jpg) Today, I want to share a few more images, because I believe this beauty isn’t just for me. For those who search for gentle wonder in the rush of daily life, these photos might bring a breath of peace. Flowers are not just about beauty—they are a quiet language of their own.In these arrangements, I saw patience in time, light wrapped in hope, and shadows holding onto memory. One display looked like petals folded in a circle—as if someone was tucking away a love note. Another had a scattered arrangement that hinted at silent goodbyes. I took some photos from afar, and others up close—capturing a single petal’s curve or the stretch of an entire branch. Some blooms were arranged so thoughtfully, they looked like a quiet garden behind a glass window. And when the light tilted just right, I felt as though I was pausing time itself. ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.45_dd5c6fa3.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmVZd4rXNhSbxdFHGAmvPjjuDFjGAWqj1iDotuPo2LSuPm/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.45_dd5c6fa3.jpg) Many say artificial flowers have no life. But I believe life doesn’t always depend on fragrance or breath—it can exist in how we see, in how we feel. When we keep our hearts open, even the artificial can hold truth. Maybe they don’t carry scent or softness, but in the right moment, they create something whole. ![WhatsApp Image 2025-06-25 at 19.51.46_019de9f7.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTmNcWKgCvBwXPhg629jVGJdhpGUMkuewivjq7Q876Tne/WhatsApp%20Image%202025-06-25%20at%2019.51.46_019de9f7.jpg) This piece is written in honor of those moments—those quiet frames captured in the corner of a city shop. I hope these photos tell their own story to anyone who looks at them, offering calm to someone’s cluttered day. Flowers, their colors, and their silence—together, they turned a simple shopping day into an afternoon filled with quiet joy and artistry. Sometimes, the most beautiful moments in life arrive unannounced—through the doorway of a tiny store, in the form of still pictures, or during a slow sip of tea at a quiet café. So, here I am sharing them with you. And if even a flicker of that wonder reaches your eyes, then this story has done its job.

I'm ending this here today. I'll be back with new posts in the future. How did you like my photography today? I'm looking forward to knowing. I hope you will encourage me with your valuable comments.

❤❤Thank you everyone❤❤
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My identity
I am Maksuda Akter. On the Steemit platform, I am known as @maksudakawsar. I am connected to my Bengali blog from Dhaka. I am a homemaker and also a working professional. Despite that, I love sharing my thoughts in my mother tongue, Bengali, on my blogging platform. I enjoy listening to and singing songs. In my free time, I love to travel and capture beautiful moments with my camera. Occasionally, I write a few lines of poetry inspired by my emotions, which I really enjoy. Above all, I love my dearest mother dearly.