Born in Rain

An illustration from the book A Rainy Day by Muhammad Nazimuddaula

I came to know from my mother that the day I was born was the 8th long consecutive day the sun wasn’t seen. It was raining and raining – all through the days and nights. May be that’s why I like rain a lot.

Last year on this day it was raining the same way and that was one of the most memorable rainy story of my life. I wanted it same way this year too.

Though it was raining in the last evening but now there is no sign. When it was raining I was on the street and there was a thought in my mind – what is the first thing I can remember from my childhood?

How many days I’ve already spent from my lifetime? I guess the bigger half is gone. Oh, there are lot to be done yet! What should I feel now. It’s better not to be worried and keep counting the rest part of my life.

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