Winter morning in Conakry. All around wrapped in fog. If you break your laziness and set foot outside the house, you will see the natural beauty. In the sweet morning sun, the dewdrops on the grass are like pearls. Shakib got out of bed with a blanket in the winter and came out on a bicycle. Laptop hanging in the back bag. He is cycling at high speed. Destination Surma Bridge.
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Boy wearing glasses. He loves to write in his spare time and has become addicted to writing. Today, as usual, we have left for Surma Bridge. Sitting here writing stories. The story of life, the story of living, the story of a vagabond, sometimes the story of a nomad The pedals of the bicycle turn to the original destination. The new English year began, leaving one more year behind in the whirlpool of the great age. The year started with a new dream, a new expectation. Today will add a unique dimension to the day for Shakib. He opened his laptop and sat down in the middle of winter with a bone-chilling concussion. Today he is on the verge of writing the 100th story. And just writing a story will make the story a century. In cricket, a three-digit magic figure or a century is undoubtedly a lot of honor. Although there is no prestige in literature for a century of a writer's story, to a writer his writings are like a child.
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Shakib started writing on the laptop. Matching word to word, matching the rhythm with the sentence is making a storm of words on the laptop keyboard. At one point he stopped as if nothing was coming to his head. He looked at the sky and saw the vastness of the sky, looking back and forth again and again he suddenly saw a girl cycling in the middle of the bridge, it would be wrong to say that cycling is just learning to ride a bicycle. The girl can't even try again and again. Shakib is examining the incident very well. At one stage he laughed out loud The girl was a little upset when she heard Shakib's laughter. The girl said in an annoyed manner.
- It's not okay to smile at someone's failure
Shakib said seriously.
- All right
The girl then became more angry.
- Stupid
Saying this, the girl is going away on a bicycle. Shakib is standing like a vagabond and watching the girl go away.
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The next morning. The level of winter has increased compared to yesterday, the sun has not yet risen in the eastern sky. Surma Bridge with no human population. Shakib then opened the laptop and tried to finish the unfinished story. The girl is still cycling like she did that day and as always she fails. The incident could not escape his sight as he was busy in his writing. The unfinished story ended. The hundredth story is complete. Even then the girl failed to teach cycling Shakib addressed the girl.
- You will grow old like this but you will not learn cycling.
The girl said very angrily this time.
- What's in it for you? You can help if you want.
- I didn't come to help you. I came to write stories.
- What kind of story and why can you write a story at home?
- Picking up the story from Surma, loses himself in the vastness of the sky.
- Where is your story published?
- The story is published in many pages, including the big pages of the country.
The girl said excitedly.
- Really? So do you know Facebook writers?
- Not everyone
- You know "Shakib Hasan Ruel". I like the writing of this author I fell in love with his writing.
Shakib is smiling when he hears his name He said hiding his name.
- Don't fall in love with the author's story, don't fall in love with the author even if you make a mistake
- What if you fall in love? "Stupid"
The girl is leaving with this. Shakib 6 is looking like a vulture
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Shakib is thinking back home, who is this girl? He called her "stupid" for two days in a row. Even then, such treatment of the girl was never desirable. Lastly, he is my reader I will say sorry if we meet again Shakib at Surma Bridge again the next day. Didn't come to write the story today. The reason for coming today is to say "sorry to the girl" 8 in the morning wrapped in winter fog Mist is flying in the water of Surma river then, Shakib is looking at the water of Surma and thinking, "Aha river" is a wave of joy and a good wind of peace beside the water. The form of Bengal can be easily seen sitting in the gallery arranged like a zigzag staircase. Shakib is waiting for the girl but the girl is not coming yet Repeatedly looking at the fog-covered street, the girl can be seen under the bridge. Shakib 7 stepped forward towards the girl Today they are both sincere.
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- How are you?
Shakib started talking.
- Let's help you learn cycling
At one stage of the conversation, the girl's name became known as Mithila. After a long two hours of cycling, Mithila has mastered something. See you again tomorrow. They laughed at this. This is how they met, talked, cycled around. Their impression spread all over the city of Sunamganj. The footprints did not reach far. Suddenly Mithila got lost Shakib waiting at Surma Bridge. Mithila was never seen in the afternoon or evening. Still waiting to come back. "Waiting means uncertainty, and in spite of this uncertainty, waiting for someone is called maya." Shakib still doesn't know that he is waiting for Mithila and says that Maya has been created for Mithila. People can overcome love but not Maya.
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Today is the first day of the first falgun season of spring after the end of winter emptiness. Poet writers call this season the season of creativity. Red-blue, white-yellow clothes are uniquely seen on the first day of spring in the youth. A lively young lover puts a fresh flower in his lover's bosom with strong love. Shakib has come to Surma Bridge as usual. Today, young people flock to the river bank Surma Bridge. Shakib is looking at the sky, if he loses someone, he can be seen when he looks at the huge sky He wants to see Mithila, he wants to put fresh Shimul in the hut. On the other hand, lying on the hospital bread, Mithila is dreaming that she will recover in a few days. Surma will come and stand on the bank, while Shakib will stand and listen to the story. Fairy tales 7 Never again is the story of Romeo and Juliet.
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April. Mithila has returned home healthy, Shakib's final exam is going on. Surma did not come to the bridge due to the test. Mithila comes and looks at Surma's water. Shakib walks where he used to sit and write stories Didn't see each other anymore. 6 months have passed The waiting period is getting longer, both of them are full of memories. Deep in the night, the world is engulfed in silence. It was dark all around, the moonlight was trying to peek through the window, Mithila did not sleep at that moment. Turning to Facebook, he suddenly caught sight of a page post. The caption of the post with Shakib's photo is "Happy Birthday Shakib Hasan Ruel. One of the authors of our page was born on November 2, 1996 in Sunamganj district. Best wishes and love to the writer who grew up on the banks of Surma.
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Mithila's eyes then blinked happily, her face glistening with happy obsession. Mithila's message reached the tagged Shakib's ID within a few seconds.
- Happy Birthday Shakib ..... I want to see you tomorrow, will you have time? The time on that Surma Bridge is seven in the morning.
Eti, the girl from Surma Par
Busy Shakib, seeing the girl's message just to login to Facebook at night, his eyes got stuck. She wonders who this girl is? I could not find any hadith even after repeatedly visiting the municipality.
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Although it was not a cold winter at the beginning of November, the winter mood has started, wrapping Surma Bridge in light fog. Mithila set foot on the Surma Bridge in forty minutes at six o'clock. People are rushing to work, light vehicles are moving, a boy is coming towards Surma Bridge from a distance. Shakib or not? Mithila's chest is shaking, how long will it be? How to start talking? Everything is shifting in tension, it is clear that Shakib is coming forward. Mithila is also walking in front with one foot and two legs. Shakib's eyes widened when he saw Mithila. The best surprise of life 7 Face each other. Speaking with eyes, the language of speaking with the mouth seems to be lost ৷ Mithila broke the silence and started saying. - Where have you been all this time? How much I have found in you, will make me the heroine of your story
Shakib said jokingly
- I said before, fall in love with the author's story, but do not go to read the author's love The heroines of the story are lost. Be a Mayawati in my life
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