It is midnight here in Saskatoon. I am about to sleep, and suddenly I found that it started raining. From my childhood, I have a secret admiration for the rain. When I was a little boy, we had a tin-shaded room, and I and my grandmother used to live there. I remember, when it rained in the day and night, I used to lie down and listened to the rainfall on the tin. I enjoyed that a lot. Often, I used to sit on a chair, and watch the rainfall in the yard. I do not know why the rain makes me happy. Yes, I have the first love experience with rain, that may be a cause; but, I liked rain more earlier.
Probably, this good feeling came from the poem I read--"Pallibarsa" by Jasim Uddin. I am not that much fond of poem, but this is the only poem which scratched my heart. I can easily imagine the picture drawn in this poem, which is the most charismatic part of it. I can imagine the village woman waiting for her loved one to return home in the rainy day, and she is sewing her happiness and sorrow in the nakshi katha. This is not going to happen in my case, but sometimes, I like to think that way.
Lovely rain, come and drench me!
Probably, this good feeling came from the poem I read--"Pallibarsa" by Jasim Uddin. I am not that much fond of poem, but this is the only poem which scratched my heart. I can easily imagine the picture drawn in this poem, which is the most charismatic part of it. I can imagine the village woman waiting for her loved one to return home in the rainy day, and she is sewing her happiness and sorrow in the nakshi katha. This is not going to happen in my case, but sometimes, I like to think that way.
Lovely rain, come and drench me!
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