Rainy days are worst in such a city. people are not feeling to go out anywhere. Like today, it's one of the worst days in Dhaka. Roads are overflowing with nasty-filthy clogged water. Most of the people close to my heart are feeling gloomy, sad and not willing to feel energy in them. Speaking to them made me feel even lower and depressed.

We can't deny the power of rainy days. It surpasses sufferings of any other summer or winter days. Unlike my young age, I hate rainy days which is quite evident now. human emotions are very enigmatic. So is the nature, the living, the creations and the creator. The life is a sweet delusion indeed!

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