himu

Himu,

Yes, the name is short but the story is wide. And Rupa is a small thought in that broad story.

Just a few days ago, the phone rang, I heard Himu's voice as soon as I picked up the silver! "Listen, I would come to the river bank tomorrow afternoon. I want to see it very much. I put the phone down saying it's okay.

Tomorrow he will wear a blue sari, thinking that all his joy began to flow like a river. When will that time come? When will that enchanted moment come? When will he see the unknown man in his chircena? He spends his days thinking about all these.

The next day ,,,,,,,,,,,,

Wearing her blue sari,

Red bangle in hand,

Blue tip gently on forehead.

Silver sitting on the bank of the river called Himura. He is listening to the murmur of the river water with that fascination.

Himu looked back at that time !!!!!!!! ........

That yellow Punjabi boy,

No shoes on the feet,

Still, it seems like his mind. !!

Seeing the girl wearing a blue sari, Himu couldn't even say anything out loud! He came and sat next to her. !!

Stagnant wind all around ,,,,,,

The soil smells wet,

Soft noise

The ferry boats have come very close to the char.

They are fascinated by the pictures of nature. The flowing river is flowing in its own glory.

Himu can't even tell by pulling some unknown face. And there is talk of silver !!!!!!

May is sitting like Lajjavati, can't even look at Himu sitting next to her.

The two of them are sitting side by side thinking as if in a deep stream. Like the water of the river, they too will go through the joyous path of the unknown. They will never return to this dusty city.