Pieces of Dream

Pieces of dreams

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Oops !! Why is this medical so painful? It's only been a month and a half. In these few days, my confidence has gone up. How do I spend five years? God knows.

Tell me a little about me. I am Nazifa. People have been in Dhaka since childhood. But what a cruel irony of fate. I got a chance at a brand new medical school in Mofasbal. Of course I have no regrets. Everything is first class except for studying. Everyone here is so much better. Everyone from teacher to friend. Everyone is so good. But I miss my parents a lot. Medical life is quite boring. How many more tutorials, lectures, items? But I was pretty naughty. Everyone in the class knew me because of my own mischief. Chatting, decomposing everyone, that's how it went.

Today is the 14th of February. For many, the day is quite special. But for me, ten days is as normal. Today's sleep is a little broken. As soon as I went to college, I heard that two new boys in third migration had come to our class. Since the new boy. So it will be a lot of fun to digest them today. And it is important to observe the prey well before decomposing. I looked at the two. A whole bull brand. It can be quite fun to rot. Another is quite long. About six feet. Fair, curly hair. The look is also rough. But quite magical two eyes. What was in both eyes. As soon as I put his eyes on her, I knew how the mind was. He did not want to rot. It seemed that I opened his eyes and took him in a bag. At the end of the class I went and met him. His name is Rafu. Nothing was said except knowing the name. In the afternoon, I and some of my friends went for a walk. A friend of mine came to Shishir and said,

-Dude! Rafu is crushing on you.

I was a little scared to hear. I said,

-You mean? Which rafu?

- Can you hear less? Rafu. That new boy. He's crushing on you.

-How do you understand?

- The way I was inquiring about you at the end of class today. And besides .....

-What else?

- The way you looked at him when you left to talk to him. Seeing her eyes, it was clear that she was in love with you.

-Yeah! Share! One day someone shows up in love or not?

I laughed and blew up the matter with my friends.

Then several days passed. I didn't look at Rafu a second time. But as far as I know, I have known if we are in class together. Rafu's house is here. The boy is quite quiet. Don't talk too much without need. I don't talk to girls. Can't actually mix. If you ever look at him carelessly, then you can see how he is staring. And those eyes of his. Oops! I think I took it open. But my bad friends always annoyed me with Rafu's name.

One day, the break is on. This is followed by anatomy tutorial. The dew is coming. The apron is worn around the neck. It seems to be waking up. As soon as he sat next to Rafu, he began to relax. I am not the bride to miss this wonderful opportunity to rot the dew. I went forward to the dew. As soon as I left, I started to decompose the dew by listening to everyone in a very high voice. Seeing Shishir not saying anything, I started shouting with more enthusiasm. Suddenly Rafu yelled at me,

- This girl. What's your problem Why are you shouting so much? You are a pain.

Hearing his screams, the whole class is staring at him. Shishir also fell asleep. I also stared. Smoke billowed from my ears in shame and humiliation. No one has ever yelled at me like that. My cheeks turned red with anger and sadness. Without saying anything, I ran out of the class. I didn't do any more classes that day. I went straight to the room. I was in a bad mood all day. It seemed that holding Rafu and slapping him twice in front of everyone brought peace. Why didn't I slap him? He started to regret all day. I went to college the next day. I didn't look at Rafu all day. When returning at the end of class. Suddenly someone called from behind,

-Najifa ......

I turn around and see Rafu. I said politely,

- Are you telling me?

- There is only one Nazifa in our batch. And he is standing in front of me now.

-What to say? Tell me.

-Sorry. I'm so sorry for yesterday's use.

- It's okay. I didn't mind.

- Did you forgive me in Tarman?

-Yes! I gave.

-Then?

-Then what?

- I was bringing you something.

He raised his hand. Five kitkats in hand. My favorite chocolate. Seeing Kitkat made my mind dance happily. I told them to take the kitkats,

-Thank you. But why five?

-The word sorry is five letters in English. So Kitkat is also five.

Hearing that, I laughed ha ha ha. After talking like this, Rafu took me to the hostel. But I chatted all the way. And he listened quietly.

From then on, I mean, our circle became very close. If we had a chat, we would go together, even if we went for a walk, we would go together. That is to say, we always lived together. But the whole time he was silent and stared at me. I never noticed the way he was looking.

About a month later. One day the class is going on. Running Facebook while sitting in class is not our addiction. Ha ha ha. At that time an SMS came from his number. It was written,

Love You

I caught him at the end of the class. I said, 'What does all this mean?'

He didn't say anything. Just smiled. He left laughing. I was quite surprised. SMS again from noon to afternoon,

Love You

I did not reply. In the evening, the same SMS before going to bed at night. The next day in class again the same SMS. This time naughty intellect was playing in his head. I replied, khb esy. ty na ?? See how I propose this in a simple way !!! it should be special !!! Then seeing his reply, I went completely stupid. He replied, "Are you serious?" saradin tmr sathe fazlami krchi. esb kichui na. vule jao ja blchi. i nvr felt for u !!!!!! There was no SMS or talk that day. I came to class the next day and saw that he did not come to class. I thought maybe he is busy with some work. Then he did not come to class during the day. This time I called Shishir and asked, - What happened to Rafur Ray? - What will happen to him again? - No. You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? - I don't know. Lately, I see that there are very few people leaving the room. -Oh! Nothing else is known. In fact, it was not time to know. A few days later, the first Boishakh. There will be a big event in our college that day. I was busy preparing for it. Rafu came to the college two more days after talking to Shishir. Asking him the reason for not coming to class, he replied, 'You always have to take classes. Is it written in any constitution?' I didn't talk anymore. But I noticed one thing. These four days have changed a lot. It has become quite extroverted. And I get rotten whenever I get a chance. I can't match this Rafu with Rafu four days ago. She is harassing me everywhere in the classroom, rehearsals of programs, chats with friends. As if rotting me has become his aim in life. And whenever he is given a job, he is giving a dialogue, 'Naju said,' Rafu can't do anything, nothing like that can happen. ' His behavior always surprised me. Sometimes when my friends would talk to me about what kind of life partner they would like, he would listen to me very attentively. And he has to look at that dab dab. The first Boishakh came to see. The program continued throughout the day in college. The concert started in the evening. Everyone is having a lot of fun. Jumping, dancing, leaving the throat and singing. Inside everything I noticed Rafu was joking with everyone else but avoiding me. As soon as I danced and stood next to him, he was moving away from there. In any case, he is turning his face whenever he catches eyes. It's as if he wants me to see that he's avoiding me. There was a lot of anger. In fact, it was like a different feeling. It looked weird. It seemed to break everything around. I left the gallery in anger and sadness. I was walking quietly. After a couple of minutes, the sound of Rafu's voice came from behind. -Naju. This is naju. -What happened? Tell me. - Why are you here? - That's it. Not feeling well. I never imagined what he did after that. He raised his hand and said in full film style, 'Will you dance with me once?' I'm shocked. I did not understand what to say. Those eyes of his. Those twinkling eyes forced me to dance with her. The next day we went home with a seven-day auto as planned. We were all going to the same bus in Dhaka together. Rafu was going to Dhaka for work. He was following me all the way. That day I can understand how much he cares for me. He goes down to Gabtali and we will go down to Kalyanpur. When he got down, he kept looking back and repeatedly saying 'bye'. As if he doesn't want to go at all. Everyone was noticing the matter. I was embarrassed and said to myself, 'Why are you doing this? Only seven days. ' After coming home, I completely forgot everything about the love and affection of my father and mother. Sometimes Rafu would text, 'What do you do?' 'Have you eaten?' This type. I would also reply yes / no. I used to sit online on Facebook all day, waiting for me. I started thinking about him at one point. But Dad, looking at my mother's face, I didn't let that thought pass. Dad, I'm the only child of the mother, they do not like the relationship thing. On top of that, Rafu and I are the same age. It took seven days to fight with myself. I had to come back to that constitutional life again. I left Dhaka crying like every time. When I came back, I noticed that Rafu was becoming more and more extroverted day by day. He would call me every hour. But I tried not to receive his phone. I could not do without receiving. Repeatedly called. I kept calling. One day. Called all day. I didn't catch it. I picked up his phone at 12 o'clock at night. As soon as he picked up the phone, Rafu said from the side, "Will you come to the verandah?" Please - no. I can't now. Tell me what to say. - Come on. Please. Once. After so many requests, I went to the verandah. I went to the verandah and saw him standing on the street in front of the hostel talking to me. - Tell me now. What to say? He knelt down in the middle of the road. Holding the phone in one hand, he said, - I love you. I have a lot of control over myself. But I can't. I want you You always smile. Keep everyone happy. Everyone sees your smile but no one sees your silence at the end of the smile. You listen to everyone. Think about everyone. But no one thinks about you. No one understands that you don't like this world. Then he shouted and said, I hung up without saying anything and went to the room. Rafu was calling repeatedly. I switched off the phone. I didn't get any sleep that night. I just cried on the pillow all night. His words rang in my ears all night

From then on I stopped talking to him. I would not pick up his phone. I would not reply to SMS. I would have avoided meeting him in college. He used to look around. I also felt quite bad. But in the meanwhile the welfare of two people. The days were passing like this. I heard him start smoking. Then I started hating him. But in one corner of my mind it was very difficult. I suffered from guilt all the time. I always thought the boy was ruined for me. I would not pay much attention to this thought of the mind. Many days passed like this. December 2. My birthday. Dad, this is my first birthday out of the house leaving Mom. The phone rang at 11:50 pm on the 11th night. From Rafu's number. I thought what I received. Talking for a while, it rang at 12:01. Playing the Rafu guitar, Tapur sang the song 'Aaj Janmadin Tomar' and wished me first. As soon as I talked to him, my hostel friends came to my room together and wished me well. When they came, Rafu had to hang up the phone. After that, the friends cut the cake together, made noise, made cakes, sang, danced, shouted and it was almost 3 o'clock at night. It's been a long night. I fell asleep. 6 o'clock in the morning. The sound of the phone ringtone woke me up. As soon as he picked up the phone, Rafu said from the side, - Come to the verandah. Going to the verandah, I looked at him with sleepy eyes and saw him sitting on his knees in the same place on the street in front of the hostel with a bunch of red roses in his hand. He shouted again and said, "I cried with joy." I had a dream since childhood. I will accept the man who will propose to me with a bunch of red roses on the morning of my birthday. But I never told anyone about my dream. I never imagined that my dream would come true in front of my eyes. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I ran downstairs and hugged the goat. I hugged her face and started crying. I know how the mind felt very peaceful. He kept saying, - I will make each of your birthdays special. I will make every day more beautiful than a dream. I love you so much Naju. I put my face on his chest and said, - You and cigarette food. And if I ever smoke, I'll never come to the porch again. You are a goat!!

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