Rain ! Rain ! Rain || Rain is a constant parameter to measure my dynamic source of happiness.

Rain is an element to sink my body but sometimes it has important role to sink and washout my all difficult situation from my life.

There are so many incidents in my life since the childhood. I have grown up my childhood time in a village named Dobar chak; it’s 100km from Kolkata. There wasn’t any concrete road that time, everywhere clay or flooded in the rainy season.

If I found that it’s raining, while I wake up in the morning, my mother used to say that study at home. Sometimes I felt good with the support of my mother to be absent at school. Sometimes I left home for school but internationally fallen down on the road and made my uniform dirty. I made so many artificial reasons to not go to school. But my father was so strict for school, he scolded me always. I didn’t like my father, instead of my mother. I have tried to make him angry on me because I used to broken or lose my umbrella very frequently.

If I compare my present professional life with my childhood, its make me laugh. There aren’t my parents to scold me to go to office but I have no choice. I am forcing myself to ignore my childhood habit. I am not feeling excited to drench in the rain as my childhood. Even it’s raining a lot and flooded everywhere I am going to office.

I miss my rainy days in my parents’ 🏠; I want to get back my excitement in the rain.