born in rain
my mom said the day i was born was the 8th long 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. last year 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. in the rainy time i was on my way to uttara and i was thinking about this writing with a thought of very first memory of mine! how many days i’ve already passed from my life time? i guess it’s the bigger half of all. if i compare, there are lot to be done yet. if not, life is easy… just start counting the other days.