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Behind the window

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Priyanthi was standing by the window. It was almost evening. His two eyes are on the main road. That is the way to go and come every day. He is not seen today. The allotted time is passing and Priyanthi's restlessness is increasing. Suddenly the bell rang. Priyanthi ran and opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes watered. Shovan is standing. ‘Can I come in? Priyanthi doesn't say anything. Shovon passed by himself and sat in the drawing room. He sat down and said, ‘You are having trouble seeing from a distance, so I came closer. I can't stand anyone's suffering. Priyanthi did not expect that. Suddenly he gets angry and says, ‘I see you who said that? ‘‘ Don’t call anyone else among us. I see it myself. And without that .... ‘‘ What else but that? ’‘ Without that I see you too. Tell me how far you can be seen from a distant road. Today I dared. There was a smile on Priyanthi's face. Priyanti's mother's neck from the inner room: ‘Who are you dear ...? "No one, mother." A cat ... "What are you talking about?" I’m getting a human throat that. ’‘ Am I a cat? "It's a cat." Was scared. If not, does anyone come after so many days? "Oh mother, I would have left earlier if I had such a fear." I bring breakfast to my mother. Mother is sick, can't get out of bed .... Priyanti enters her mother's house. Shovan is quite uncomfortable. He looks at the wall. Looking at the bookshelf books. The daily newspaper took over. Spend time. After a while, Priyanthi comes to the drawing room dressed up. ‘Let’s go for a walk with you today. Holding Shovan's hand. Decent surprised. Didn't expect so much. He also tried to shake hands once or twice. Later does not interfere. Priyanti's mother came and stood with a stick from outside the house. Shovon grabbed Priyanthi's hand and ran towards her. He greets her with his hands and feet. Don't stay up late, Dad. It is better not to say anything. He cut the pinch with his own hand to see if things were coming true. They got on the rickshaw. Priyanthi is holding a hand of Shovon. The rickshaw is going on the east side road. Priyanthi's hair is flying in the air. She feels the touch of hair on Shovon's face. What makes me feel good ... Such a feeling is polite. The rickshaw stops at a place. Priyanthi jumped up. ‘Come on, let’s eat Fuchka. The two of them sit down and eat phukka. The evening is over and the night is over. ‘Let’s get you there. ‘‘ Do you mean deliver? I'm leaving you today. You should not be fooled anymore. How unusual that word sounds. Their rickshaw has come in front of their loved ones' house. He is holding Shovon's hand very tightly. ‘Come on. ‘‘ Release the hand. ’‘ Surprise. Why leave your hand! I got it after so many days. 'They rented a rickshaw and went upstairs. In the three-storey house of the sweethearts. Priyanthi's mother is leaning on the sofa in the drawing room. He tried to see them. Priyanthi says, ‘Mommy, there is no need to get up. You lie down I change. See that Nandan does not leave. 'After saying this, he went to the inner room. There is no word on Shovan's face. He is sitting dumb. Priyanthi’s mother said, ‘She thought you were paradise. Her boyfriend. He has been missing for five years now. Since then, his head is bad. Sometimes it is better. He went to change. You go into this gap, Dad. I beg you Shovan jumped up and went to the door. The door opens. At that very moment, Priyanthi came running from the inner room. ‘Hey, where are you going? I will keep you in custody. 'Priyanti hugs Shovon. "Come on, go home."

There was a forest flower in the secluded forest. He was lonely. He used to spend all day alone. The pain of loneliness is cruel, hard to bear. In such a cruel cruelty of loneliness, Banful used to hate life. Then, one day, in the softness of a falling afternoon, I met a butterfly of wildflowers. The color of the butterfly's wings was blue, and the blue wings were scattered with different colors. Bonaful was looking at the butterfly in fascination, but could not look back. The seeds of love germinate in the mind of the forest flower at the first sight. Butterflies looked at Bonaful in such amazement and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Hearing the melodious voice of the butterfly, Banful loses the power to speak and looks at the butterfly like a fool. The butterfly left without any answer. Meanwhile, as the evening drew to a close, night fell, and the moon appeared with a smile. Bonaful can't forget about butterflies. The image of the butterfly floated in front of his eyes again and again, his melodious voice echoing through the corn, creating various thoughts in his mind. Butterflies and wildflowers come to mind again and again. He is smiling alone thinking that he is a foolish face of Banful. No one slept that night. Very early in the morning the butterfly comes small to the forest flower. Seeing the butterfly, Bonaful said in a haughty tone, "Why is it so late to come? Since when have I been waiting." Bonaful is speaking fluently, asking question after question. Butterflies are not saying anything, smiling and watching the movement of wild flowers. When the basket of wildflowers became a little lighter, the butterfly said, "You can talk so much! You can ask so many questions! I can't answer so many of your questions, listen to me - I love you so much, you know, I'll think about you all night tomorrow." I could not sleep. Truly, I have fallen in love with you. "Bonaful hugged the butterfly without saying anything. From then on, the two fell in love. Butterflies used to come to Bonaful every day. The two of them talked all day long. The butterfly stays close to the forest flower. The butterfly falls asleep with its head on the forest flower's chest. Suddenly a heavy storm-rain wakes them up. It is raining heavily, the wildflowers are soaking wet, but the butterflies are so wet. Suddenly a tree branch fell on the head of a forest flower. Bonaful pushed the butterfly away. Banful didn't have a chance to say anything anymore, he had to leave his beloved country without leaving. After a while the storm stopped, and the butterfly pulled out the lifeless body of the wildflower with great difficulty from under the branches of the tree. The butterfly cried a lot and hugged the lifeless body of the forest flower that day. The weeping butterfly still remembers the forest flower, still searching for the memory of the forest flower in the crowd of green leaves.

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