Waking up this morning in the morning, all the sky was filled with black clouds. The darkness surrounding the darkness. The sun's face was not visible all day. As far as the eyesight is concerned, only the clouds of the Kajal cloud. The rainy rain like the typewriter has never dripped in our tin rice. With the rise of the rainstorm, the trend continues to increase, not to stop. I look at the calendar, today is the date of the month of Sravan. In the middle of the year, it will be raining at this time.
Even though the rainy season was a bit lighter but Jhum Jhom rains started in the early morning of the evening. This rainy season is spent in laziness with laziness. Time to test, book in the table, but the mind does not sit. The rain is blowing in the rainy season. Rainfall is going on in the rice fields. The continuous rain impulse - takes me to another world. Ravi Rabindranath remembers the rainy evening. Looked-
'Ashadh evening came near, I went ray day
Stopping remained stagnant due to rainfall.
Stand alone in the corner of the house, what do you think your mind
Sajal Hawa Yutir ki what happened in the forest.
Do not forget to see yourself in nature and keep yourself obsessed with what you are doing. If it is not a poem then it can not be felt at such moments of rainy day. This evening the mind is upset. I am making another mental rain continuous. There are many types of thoughts in the waves. There is no clear form of feeling, there is no specific name.
Rimzhim Rimjhim rainy continuous word of today has kept the mind obsessed. I heard rain sound in the forest beside the window. Occasionally the clouds of the clouds, the wind blows in the branches of the wind. Suddenly there is no surprise in the sound of lightning. Today, there is no public awareness in the street. I looked outside the house. The power was flashing, I did not see anything in the darkness. I increased the light of the timber. Then there was a constant stream of rain in the rain. Once thought, But the book does not seem to be on the surface of the book. It will be difficult to get success in life. It also comes to mind about how to use every moment of life.
And the mother is calling from the house- 'Now, the ni, who ate breakfast'. There is no candle in the house, this is the stuff. 'It has to go upstairs. I have been eating hot tea and dhomamuri in the small light, and said,' Mama The story of ghosts in the dark on the rainy day Took rice and heard ghost stories.
I also said, 'Yes, tell me the story of ghost'. The story began with a tale. Whenever the ghost or the voice, sometimes whispered, sometimes the junky voice became very scary in the atmosphere. When I heard the description of the horrific event, I started crying. The face has been hidden. At the advent of an exciting moment, the light of electricity suddenly flows in the house. So far it is very raining. After spending lazy sleep, Jaksana goes away.