Silent and Natural photography

The rain was looking at me with my face. "I love you", surprised me by surprise and suddenly hugged me. I was stunned by the suddenness of the incident. Looking around I saw someone watching me. Somehow we ran towards the rain, and ran towards Ammur in the next room. There mom and rainy mother were telling stories. I said in my lap of my mother, "I love the rain and love me, I will not live or live." What is my mother now, how rude is she? " I moaned and cried. Two great women stopped my tears and then busy listening to me.

I was seven or eight years old and around the rain five. At that age, I used to be Sukumar Roy or three detectives, a great scientist and a very romantic girl watching the Bengali and Hindi movies of the day. When I saw the song, "Tum Paas Aaye, Yu Mujko Rai ..." I did not like rain behaviors, but I had no choice but to rain. In the custody of the four-day prisoner, there was rain in my life, or it could be called the best friend. When I wanted to tell him the story of Hercules' raid, I would have given him a Hindi movie review. Dancers could dance very well, and even dug their hands and feet to the side. Occasionally, I did a dance of turning around the neck of the neck, which was out of my knowledge at that age. I was fortunate to see a snake nagin dance twice.

Ammajana was very pleased with my good satisfaction. He would have seen the rain in the house as well. Maybe because of not having her daughter, she used to adore this mischievous girl a lot. From the early days, the rain was seen in their home and not in their home. Raindrops sometimes joked, "From now on you have built a house house, when you send it to this house, you will not recognize your mother." Instead of being ashamed of the rain in this statement, I would give a smile to half an inch in the two inches of the thigh when looking at me. I still could not find a glimpse of his laughter, but I still did not find the Tintin series.

This is how many years have passed to see. I read it in Class X and then in Class Seven and in Class Seven. Still did not stop teasing me. When he looked at me in a glance, I would have liked to see him as a cartoon cartoon. Though he was long in his legs, his misery did not fall. One day before the exam I was coaching And when I wrote a lavletor and left it on my table, I did not know. Even if my dad did not inquire about me, then on that day, when I came to my house, finding this terrible girl's lavletter. When I returned home, I saw two families sitting together. Mom extended the lavletar to me. At the end of the letter, the patch was written by hand, "Yours, rain of your love." I did not understand the incident again, I cried, after a little later the rain gave me cry. I do not even understand how two parents and two mothers laugh so much when both of them are crying.