In the Pouring Rain of Imagination

A gift to Tyler Mowery Mauly was writing in her notebook, Soaking Wet in an imaginary rain. Honesty is worth a lot in life Honesty and poverty also take away a lot The feathers of nobility fall from life, Love is lost The sky of imagination continues to narrow Yet to walk is to hold the thread of life in The direction of possibility and expectation, In an Endless dream. After taking too many sleeping pills The girl who wanted to die forever, She might also have wanted to live at the last minute. Did Rabindranath ever want to know If Kadambari wanted to live at the last minute? He may never have heard jurisdiction over that. The topic is basically why death with depression and its side effects? Those previous words are very talkative, Nonsensical and absurd. And this is where Mauli's writing intersects. Even in the pouring rain of imagination, Is a rush to return to the reality and in reality, there is suffering, pain, and hunger. There is still an inevitable joy The joy of life in the absolute tolerance of survival.