What it says?

Beginning of the monsoon season, day one after another bestowed with heavy rains invited by grayish and dark patches of clouds. Days always had been in dilemmas whether to rain or not since mornings, but by the noon time, the sky could not hold the weight of clouds and they fall down still the first part of the evenings.

The evenings for him would always been spent with a cup of tea on his hand. His eyes being stuck on the wall   that stands in front of his bed. Sometimes they would  be closed with his mind rested on the walls of his bedside but with many more readings of his chapters of   failures and success, profit and loss,  give and take, put on and put offs emotions. It had been difficult for him to understand all those chapters.  There would be scary thunder with loud noise. He lies down with a painful attack on his mind. The evenings would mature to night and so would arise his difficult chapters. The difficulties in readings the chapters of the life would make him to collapse on his bed with no conclusion at all.

As yesterdays the day is also with clouds and rains but an evening with white spots of clouds over him and cool air blowing through the window. It has also got some rays of light being emitted through the whitish  clouds and so his smile and movement of eyes trying to surpass out of the chapters with a conclusion.