I couldn't sleep all night. I just spent the morning rolling in bed and listening to music. I sat on the floor next to Kalam Chacha's shop while walking in the morning. Kalam Chacha has not opened the shop yet. I think she cried all night. Puspita came and stood in front of me ...
"Actually ..
Saying this, Gula stood silently with her hair on one side of her ear. I said
"Sorry.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry. In fact, you shouldn't have left it like that yesterday.
Puspita tried to smile a little. Then she said-
"I thought I'd say sorry. For me, you had to wear Ocard in a situation."
"There is no problem. There is no need to hold back the words of the mind. When you share, the mind becomes lighter. He just smiled. This time the smile is completely different.
"I had a six-month relationship with Ratri. I never felt like that when I saw her smile. I know how I would have stopped breathing if I was with her. She kept me as her slave. If I told her to get up, she would have to sit down. I couldn't stay at all then I didn't have a breakup. I was very happy after the breakup. I think I wasn't happy in this relationship either. So no one from both sides tried to communicate anymore. "
Puspita said
"Where did you lose Mr. Kalam? Uncle Kalam has opened the shop. Will you go?"
"Yes, let's go.
Puspita was drinking tea with a spoon and I was staring.
"There is nothing to look at like that. I was just ashamed of her words again. How does the girl understand that anyone is looking at her side by side? It's weird !!
Then one day I took the number. His smile is very beautiful. He would smile from the side of the phone and I would feel it from side to side. Gradually we have a good understanding. From you to you. But the relationship between us is friendship or something else. I do something for him. But he never told me. I didn't tell him willingly. If a boy breaks the trust of a girl, it takes a long time to gain the trust of another boy.
"Once I realized that I was becoming very dependent on him. I can't do anything without him. I used to feel restless in my mind if I didn't talk once a day. So I deliberately changed the mess and reduced the communication. I tried to keep myself busy with other work. I used to do it. He used to inquire by phone sometimes. But I would not call. Then my father died. I left the mess. After a month I noticed a change in Puspita. He talks to me regularly. I noticed that I was becoming dependent on him again ..