@Fionaa 21 October 2020 more from that month

A new morning II

Here you call people, people will gather outside the flat after hearing your screams from the nearby flats. Then they will all call the owners' association, they will come and break the duplicate key or the door. Then you will tell them all the facts. They will look for me. Someone will interrogate you. In the midst of all this, the night will pass, you will not commit suicide. Instead, tell me the story behind your suicide, I will leave. Then you can commit suicide in peace. " Mr. Ghalib said in a calm voice. Listening to Mr. Ghalib, Mihika thought for a while. Then he said, "You're really leaving! Don't interrupt!" "Nah, I'm not going to interrupt. I'm not going to tell anyone about this." "Really?" Mihika said a lot like a child. Mr. Ghalib smiled and agreed. Mihika sat on the floor next to the bed with white and orange combination tiles. Then he put his hand on his knee. Seeing Mihika sitting, Mr. Ghalib dropped his cigarette from the verandah and sat down in a binbag a few yards away from Mihika. Then he said, "Now start your story. I'm free with Rufaidar. Not father and daughter, we have a friendship type. You can simply tell me everything by putting yourself in Rufaidar's place." Mihika listened to Mr. Ghalib without expression. Then he began to say anxiously, I am Mihika, Maisa Rahman Mihika. Everyone calls me Mihi. I am studying chemistry at RBI. My parents' only child. My father is a banker working in Jamuna Bank Dhaka branch. My mother is a housewife. My parents live in Dhaka. I also lived in Dhaka with my parents. But HSC I left my family and moved to Rajshahi when I got a chance in RBI. My father bought this flat for me to live in. I started living here. It was very difficult at first to leave my parents and Shravan. Who is Shravan?" Mr. Ghalib burst into tears. Mihika says calmly, Shravan, my first love. I met him for the first time at the bus stop in the pouring rain one rainy afternoon. Then I barely pulled the class. Crow wet at the end of private. Waiting for the bus. Shravan will give HSC then. I was standing, my glasses were blurred by the raindrops, my migraine problem was so strong, I couldn't walk without glasses, so I was looking for a tissue to wipe my glasses, I took out a packet of tissue from my bag and saw that the tissue was wet like me. I was looking for a shop over there. Shravan may have noticed. He took a packet of tissue from his pocket. After that benefit, courtesy introduction, then talk, then love. The problem started, and that problem got me stuck in the middle of this rope. To be continued. Suicide has become a trend these days. Every day I turn to the newsfeed and see a few suicidal news stories. No story has ever been written about this. A plot came to my mind in a hurry. I wrote it down. The purpose is to stay depressed and give a message to people prone to suicide. Thank you for reading my article.