@Akhi.moni 28 September 2020 more from that month

Me & girl Or

#Me_and_girl_or ... My acquaintance with the girl at the station. Chubby looking, smooth girl. Heavy curly hair spread over the back. Innumerable happy waves to make the hair feel good! He lined up behind me to buy a ticket. Will go to Chittagong. Didn't get the ticket. Somewhat frustrated, he moved aimlessly off the line. I took two tickets in front of him. The girl spoke to me on her own with some inertia. --- You got two tickets! Who else is going with? --- I'm going alone. In fact, I have an exam tomorrow. Job Return. To study all night. If someone sits next to you .. --- Oh .. well! The girl managed to say something hesitantly. He turned around again. --- I'd rather cut a standing? Now. I asked, --- Is it more important for you to go? --- Yes. Emergency means I can pay double for this ticket. Or we can join hands and make a request. The girl clasped her hands as she spoke. I handed him a ticket from me and said, --- Shh! This is an extra ticket. Let's go together. The girl couldn't believe me. The girl cried with joy as she said thank you. After sitting on the train and saying this, I asked, --- Do you need it so urgently? The girl smiled. Sad smile --- There is an audition for a song on a private TV channel. --- Wow! Do you sing --- There is nothing to say here. --- Tell me what? People of melody, people of life! --- I'm not a man of melody at all. I really dislike singing. In particular, ten or twelve people will judge my singing by listening to my songs. It is a lot of pain for me. Personal realization, it seems to me to make myself small. --- Then why are you going to audition? --- At the will of the parents. One thing for parents .. I have to sing on TV. You have to name it. My parents dream so much about singing this song that my mother cries when I fail in any competition. He stopped eating and drinking properly. So I can't say 'no'. When people are swallowed by the request, I am swallowing the thorn tree in my desire by loving my parents. Here it is! --- You speak so beautifully! Don't want to name you? How many rewards people get for singing! --- I don't like competition. I sing like me. I want to sing like myself. I will sing only when my mind wants I don't want anyone's obsession by pretending it at an inopportune time. My favorite song is my prize! But there is competition. The corner of the girl's eye was probably full. He hid it from me very carefully. His mobile phone rang. His mother called. The girl started talking in a very happy voice. This voice, that tension, this rise, this scale discussion. Singing two lines in the middle of the face with his hands. "Stay in the middle of the day. In the eyelids all night. Once the talk was over. The girl left the phone and looked out the window. Insufficient feeling of empty eyes. It was as if Moyti's running, this effort, was weighing on her chest. Or let this time disappear from his life. He doesn't want to take that test at all. Absolutely not. But he can't go without it. I looked at the book. I did not speak further. The girl is like her own burden. After about an hour the girl got up. I just looked and said, --- Come with an order of tea. The throat is sore. Danger when the voice is sitting! Talking about tea, the girl saw my book. --- Bank job? What is your background? --- Science. I wanted to be a teacher All circulars are closed now. So .. --- Wow. I am studying psychology. I don't want to be a teacher. But I want to talk about it after listening to people's problems. Who knows what will happen? Your own psychology is going to sink. I can't explain it to anyone. I don't want anything with songs. It is the melodious form of tears in my aching chest. Sometimes I am so angry, why does the melody live in my throat? If he was out of tune, his mother would not force him anymore. Didn't dream. I was relieved of all the disappointments and anxieties. I wanted to put my hand on the girl's head. In the unknown and endless inertia, my hand became a strong fist in my lap. --- It could be that one day you really made a name for yourself with this song. And then in the interview you might say, Ish! I didn't want to at all. Mother insisted. The girl laughed out loud. By the time the tea arrived. --- I know my song won't have a name, but I won't love that name. I will never love. Fame that is not desired from the mind, fame is the burden of the mind. Disliked job, like disliked life partner. The tears in the girl's eyes were drunk on the battle of the cheeks. --- This is such a reluctant song. Then why not omit these? --- That, 'I can't' disease. If I sing a little better, if I clap my hands and see my mother's face, I can't shed any more reluctance. My mother's smile gave me the courage to give my life in a war. I love it. That is what is common in love, not "sacrifice"! The girl drank tea all over the street. The headphones rang in my ears. Sometimes he called his mother again and took guidelines. Strong preparation for the audition. I slept for a while at night. I woke up and saw that he was still buzzing with headphones. --- Didn't sleep? --- If you sleep a little like this, you will get rid of anger in your throat. It will break the melody rather than being neat. So. When I told her to get down at the station, I raised my hand to her and said, --- May your audition be very good The girl smiled again. This time tired and fragile smile. --- Let your today's return be bad. --- Why? Why? --- So that is the job of your choice. If this return is bad then you will be a teacher. If you do not like the profession to live happily in life, what do you say? Go with your phone number, I want to know if you are a teacher by phone? I gave the phone number. Of course, my return that day was quite bad. After that I was not attracted to any other job. Then a long time has passed. Once the dream was finally fulfilled by the absolute grace of the Creator. I joined a college as a teacher. Then quite a long time. But the girl did not call me. I wanted to tell him about myself. Repeatedly wanted to know his words. What happened to him? Psychologist or Singer? Maybe the song did not have so many names? Is he still trying? Finally, I was shocked to open the paper today, the picture of the girl. He has won a good song competition. Laughing picture with prize in hand. His parents must be on both sides! The joy of the world is falling in the eyes of the mother. I put my hand on the girl's head in the picture. --- This girl, why didn't you call me? I have become a teacher! Why don't you want to know? Why? Why? The answer did not come from the picture in the paper. I still looked for the answer .. Suddenly, in the girl's voice, someone started saying in my ear, I'm not good at singing. I'm not good at life. My insides broke into pieces. *** Parents who have cut off their dreams and joys for their children, thinking that they are too much, are world-wide. But the pain of a child who wants a smile on the face of his parents by sacrificing his own joy in loving his parents is no less! Maybe this pain is the lifeblood of his survival. Juice! Can a child who loves the smiles of his parents with the weight of pain in his chest be despised as a hero? Don't go! Blessed are the #hero_children of the world who have been able to love their parents' dreams. Not everyone can do this. What have I done myself? Uh-huh! #Trdha_anika