The bookshelf has been dusty for a long time. Not being cleaned for the time being. Although my mother wanted to clean the bookshelf, I didn't. Older people cannot clean such a large bookshelf alone.
So let's start cleaning ourselves. At first I looked at my diary. A thin layer of dust has fallen on the diary. How long has nothing been written in the diary? When I went to open the diary, I found five notes in a row.
I kept the notes carefully. I opened a note. The note reads, "Nitulda, I fell in love with you at first sight. Will you accept me?"
I read the note and laughed unknowingly. I started reading the rest of the notes except cleaning the bookshelf. Then the second note reads, "Well, Nitulda, I bother you so much, but why don't you look at me once? Is it forbidden to speak as a Hindu?"
After reading this note, a drop of water came out of the corner of my eye. I removed it before the water rolled.
Let's start reading the third note. The third note reads, "Well, Nitulda, can't you love me? Let's not disobey the society today and move away into the unknown."
I read the rest of the notes one by one. Every time I read, I feel good in my mind.
I did not reply to any of these notes.
Four years ago a tenant rented our house. They also have a daughter. The girl is 18 years old. But I did not know that they were Hindus. One day I saw the branch and the bracelet in the hand of the girl's mother and understood. The girl's name is Sayanti. I always stay away from girls. In other words, I like to lead myself in the path of Islam.
Sayanti made friends with her mother as soon as the girl came home. I used to work with my mother. And he would blink and look at me. The girl is not very beautiful but she has a strange look on her face.
I like rain very much. As soon as it rained, I went to the roof and got wet in the rain.
One day when I was soaking wet in the rain on the roof, Sayanti came and took a note in my hand and left. The girl is very restless. He is eighteen years old and no one can tell. Still behaves like kids. Why I like to behave like her children.
Sayanti still goes to college with two braids on her head and school bags on her shoulders like school children. It looks good.
In my room, I often read books from the bookshelf. Calling me Nitulda Nitulda used to drive me crazy.
I would threaten to send him home. The girl would wipe away the tears with one hand and I would smile. Because it was very nice to see her crying like this.
I tried to avoid him as much as possible. But Sayanti wants to come to me. At one point I realized that I also love Sayanti. But I do not want to indulge in this love.
Because our religion is different. No one will accept our relationship. And marriages of other religions are not supported by Islam.
Thinking about my religion, I stepped back. So far Sayanti has given me five notes. I have taken care of all the notes.
The number of visitors to our home is increasing.
Gradually we begin to weaken on science. But there was no way to weaken him, so I went to Sayanti's mother.
I said to Sayanti's mother, "Aunty, I want to tell you something."
"Huh, tell Dad. Come in."
"This is the age of Aunty Sayanti. She is the age of emotions. She can do a lot of things under the influence of emotions. I understand that Sayanti likes me and has informed me about it.
Aunty stopped me and said, "Stay, Dad, I understand. But you did very well by letting me know."
From then on, science rarely came to our house. But I did not like it at all. I was missing his childish behavior.
The next month they left home. Even before Sayanti left, he handed me a note.
He wiped away the tears with one hand as before. However, the mother was very upset, saying that she lost her only partner.
I came into the room and opened the note. The notes read, "Nitulda, I love you dearly. I know you love me too. I don't know why you do this to me? Let's not run away. Contact this number. I will be waiting for your call. Be well, Nitulda."
I folded the note again. The number was stuck in my mind but never called. I do not know how is science? Nitulda wants to hear the call from her mouth.
"Hey, Nitul, look who's here?"
My mother called me back to consciousness. I have been sitting with the diary in my hand for so long. I was about to keep the diary in my hand when someone came in front of my room and said, "Nitulda, can I come?"
I know the voice very well. Wearing purple sari
A girl entered the house. The girl has vermilion on her scalp, branches in her hands, fleece. It was no longer difficult to recognize the girl. This girl is Sayanti.
The impression of age is reflected in the face. There is no such science before. The appearance has changed from green to black, the body structure has also changed. She can now be called a perfect woman.
Seeing me staring like this, Sayanti started talking again. "What's the matter, Nitulda? You're not married yet? I look the same as before."
I smiled and said, "It's not time to get married. But I'll get married soon."
A two and a half year old child in the lap of Sayanti. The baby also looked like a scientist. I reached out and held her son in my arms.
Sayanti smiled and took my diary in her hand and said, "If you don't love me then why did you keep the notes? You could have thrown them away."
I took them to the living room without giving them a chance to speak. I told my mother to send them away with breakfast. Because if there is science, I will suffer. I fell in love too. Today our love remains incomplete because of the walls of religion.
Sayanti might have wanted to stay a little longer. The way I spoke made me realize that I didn't want to be here. Sayanti told me while leaving, "Don't be afraid, Nitulda. I didn't come here to stay. I wanted to see you so much, so I came to see you. Be well and bless you to be happy by marrying someone of your choice."
Sayanti's words were piercing his chest. I'm looking forward to her departure. I could not understand when two drops of water came out of my eyes.
Mother came and stood beside me. He said with a heavy face, "After all this time, I thought the girl would stay for two days. But what happened that made you send them away so quickly?"
I said in response to my mother's words, "Mother, you start seeing the girl. I will get married."
My mother is looking at me. I left the room without giving my mother a chance to say anything. I took the diary in my hand and burnt it. Also the notes. If I have all these, the memories of the girl named Sayanti will eat me lazily every day.
I look at the sky and mutter,
"Today I am free, free from the name Sayanti. I have to forget that someone named Sayanti came into my life. I also have to forget that there is someone named Sayanti."
"I don't want the memories of China Sayanti to hold my head. I want to be bound in a sacred bond, a bond that no one can hurt."
(Finished)
