Pale Spring Episode:04

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Md: Adib Hasan

The fourth episode

Eight.

Strange beautiful fountain of light abagahane metache as if two! They are so stunned that they have forgotten the reason for sitting here. Abid opened his mouth first, "Where is your friend? I don't see him?"

Coming out of the daze, Anbesha said, "After dinner, I saw my girlfriend called, went to sleep talking."

"You just said at home that you don't have anyone special?"

"Didn't the question become personal?"

"As far as I'm concerned, I'll have to face personal questions later! So try to get some revenge."

"Nah! There's no one special." Anbesha replied with a smile.

"What is he! Even with such a restless generation, he doesn't have a boyfriend. He's just not digesting it!"

"Why? What's wrong with this generation? And it's definitely not the fault of not having a boyfriend. Or should this generation go into exile?" He said with some annoyance.

"No, it's not. Why are you angry? There are some positives, of course. But this generation of yours is too random. No one has stability. Somehow! I haven't learned to understand what to do and what not to do. Just hurry to move forward."

"There is nothing wrong with running ahead. And for every generation, its own generation will be the best. I am sure, when you were my age, you heard from your elders that I was good before, nothing will happen to you. Maybe in a few years I will say these words to my next generation. " Anbesha stopped saying the words in a sore throat.

Abid said in a fascinated voice, "Well said. I like the confidence of your generation very much. If you had followed me in such a hurry, we might not have been so brave."

The subject changed and "You wanted to know why there was no boyfriend, there was actually one, at the beginning of varsity life. The relationship didn't work. At first it was going well but both of them couldn't adjust. After a while they didn't choose a different path. I don't know why they didn't want it later!" From the heart. "

"Um, of course, yes, I know this, why it's something known as a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush, a rush."

"Why didn't anyone break up with you?" A hint of clear anger in the throat.

"Yes, but now it's gone!"

"After all, the palm tree is yours, isn't it?"

Abid laughed as he said, "Can we get back to the topic? The night is getting dark!"

Anbesha also came out of the light talk and immediately wrapped herself in the shell of Tukhor journalist. "There is no end to people's curiosity about you! You have never brought yourself to the fore in so many years, for so many names, celebrities, even for those for whom you write, except to give motivational speeches at some seminars. Why have you kept yourself wrapped up in so much mystery?"

Abid sighed and said in a very dull voice, "I don't like the spotlight on me. The adjectives you add to me, what's more mysterious, I'm nothing like that, I'm just an ordinary recluse."

The next question was, "As far as I know, you used to do photography, the photos you took are also in some of the biggest magazines in the world. You can only guess how passionate you were! When you started your career, you gave up." Why did you leave? "

"That's why I haven't been interested in one thing for a long time. Suddenly I became interested in writing, and moved to the country."

"You're lying. It can't be a logical explanation. Where have you been for a long time when you come back to write? When you come back, after a break of about four years, your first book came out."

"Just like your name, there's something about being intoxicated with exploration. Absolutely the perfect name is yours, Anbesha!"

"Please, don't tell the truth!"

"Every human being has some or the other weak point. What you are asking for is the place of my deepest emotions and feelings. When it comes up, people will think it's my stand-up, maybe I did all this gossip to get people's sympathy! I can't stand it." Abid said in a voice.

"Don't tell me I turned off the recorder, I promise I won't feature if you don't want to. Please!" Anbesha said while turning off the recorder.

In a tone of contempt, Abid said, "You can write fabricated news, and this incident will be avoided! It is not believable!"

"You were silent at that time. You gave them that opportunity. If you had taken a step against them, it would not have happened."

After a while, the night grew darker and darker. Anbesha has not seen so much intense jochana. At the same time clear again a bit vague! He is looking at Abid's face in this strange light and darkness. What a deep sad face! Why did Maya feel, deep Maya. There was an intense curiosity to know what was hidden inside.

At last the desired moment came, Abid's announcement from the moment of silence, "I believe in you, Anbesha. I heard that sharing or understanding is reduced. I have no one to say that! You can be trusted. "

"I try my best to have faith." Anbesha gave fear.

Abid opened the closed chamber of his heart, trying to reveal the suppressed truth. Which had been carefully preserved for so long in the deepest forest of his heart!

No.

Abid, a youthful and lively man, had just finished his studies and was looking for a job, along with hobby photography. The whole country has been plowing around, to capture some of the spectacle on camera. He has realized that he will not be fed in nine or five jobs, where he will not be fed, he will not be fed. This young man is always reluctant to do bad things in the traditional way! He wants to build his career as a photographer. But at that time it did not go to the professional level that way, or even if it did, the opportunities were limited. So was trying outside the country.

Traveling around the country, as always, for a while sitting on a pillar in a beautiful and secluded neighborhood. Who knew then that this would turn the corner of his life!

He was enjoying the enchanting beauty of the village and the shutters of the camera were coming down. Suddenly the echoing sound of a mixed voice emanating from somewhere nearby rang in my ears, I stepped towards it to find the source. And then I saw a strange beauty. Some twelve or thirteen year olds seem to have met at the kite flying festival. The middle man there was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years. The vibration of life was playing in the girl's eyes, she had never seen such an exuberant, exposed face. He looked stunned. There was no way to turn a blind eye. The word "love at first sight" has always seemed like a useless concept to him, is it love without knowing about anyone! But such a fun, lively person can not be a good person! The mind was filled with love. He is not aware of the fact that taking pictures without anyone's permission is out of etiquette. There was a hypnotic power in the girl who was engrossed in the kite. What an inexhaustible attraction to him! One after the other, the symbol of wonderful beauty is being framed. She thought that this beauty could not be born in any other world, in this world! Love may not have been born, but intense love did.

The girl suddenly lost herself in the abyss when she looked at him. The girl came forward and asked, "Who are you? Never seen before? Why are you taking pictures like this?"

Abid, a talkative friend, seems to have forgotten the language. No words came to his mind, not at all.

Shaking her hand in front of her eyes, the girl said, "What's the matter with you, can't you talk?"

Abid breaks the illusion and says, "Are you from this world, or someone from another galaxy!" The eyes were still dizzy.

The girl with the enchanted face of green color looked unique for her expression.

Dissatisfaction played in his eyes, "Are you kidding me? Why did you take the picture? Do you have permission for me?"

It is as if a ball of fire is being thrown at him in the sight of his eyes, in which Abid will be reduced to ashes. Abid says a little unprepared, "Actually, I am a photographer, I have been here for some time. I was going around to take pictures. Suddenly I saw you and the kids flying kites. The composition was great. If I asked permission, I would lose the natural thing. That's how it is." He didn't.

"So take pictures like this? Don't show a little courtesy? Anyway! Let's see, would you give me the camera?" Clear tingling.

It seemed to him one of the best things in life. But I did not dare to say. Which is angry, if the camera breaks!

"Look, I'm so sorry, please don't mind. I just took the pictures out of love. I have no other purpose, believe me." Abid said in a yawning voice.

After observing for a while with suspicious eyes, the girl decided to believe Abid.

"My name is Atasi. My father is the chairman here. Forget it if you have contradictory intentions. I am new to this area, so I'm sorry this time, but next time, don't make any more mistakes, the outcome will not be good, neither yours nor mine." Atasi finished his speech and left, leaving behind a fascinated young man.

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