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Born in Rain

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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Back to the beginning

its me… 1993-1997

#1: 1993, as far i remember this was my first picture that was taken in a studio. #2: 1995, i think this time was real wonderful time for me. #3: i was getting tall and thin…

There was a sudden difference in usual life just for few hours. After 3-4 months I went to my village to see my parents. There were some noticeable changes. The muddy thin way turned into a concrete black pitch way and motor vehicle took the place instead of the rickshaw. I was bit upset watching all these developments. Life needs some differences… I don’t want to see all the boring modernity everywhere. I’ve spent some hours there all alone… under the full moon, overflowing everything with the moonlight and for the first time I realized the moon also has a ‘rise’ and ‘set’ time like the sun… when the sun sets in the west, at the same time the moon rises in the east. But I think it happens just for few certain days… I don’t know why. Well I got lot of time to think about myself… my past, present and future. I left my village 15 years back… I was just a homesick kid then. May be that was the actual beginning of the loop… I am moving around circles which are changing their diameter basing on the perspective of time. After 15 long years I found the same homesick kid just with a bit wider and more complex circle around him… is wishing whole heartedly to get back to the beginning… for a fresh start. But it’s impossible … he is in an own made loop which he possibly can’t break himself.