@Nishita 2 October 2020

Rural Love

I was only 18 then I met him at the village fair Her name was Snigdha Didha did not extend the hand of friendship The wheel of time rolled fast Over time, the friendship deepened It seemed to talk to him As if my bad qualities were getting better He did not hit, did not gossip But he did not speak in anger He may not have understood I don't like not saying that with him He was naturally calm and good at studying I am fortunate that he became my friend and came into my life Eventually days, weeks n months pass by Our friendship takes the form of love But one day, I came to Dhaka to study Despite hundreds of wishes, I could not meet him I know he suffered a lot, he wanted to talk to me But he could not tell me because of his repressed nature I hugged him one last time before he came Maybe for the first time I cried myself After finishing my studies, I finally returned to the village Four years passed one by one Seeing me, there was a commotion in the village 7 days went by one by one Yet he never came to our house I knew he was in trouble for not telling me He is angry with me So I decided to go myself I will go and surprise you But I didn't know I would lose him like that I found out that he did not agree to the marriage Seeing no way, he decided to commit suicide He took poison and left me I thought he was told that day maybe he would stay with me today Her departure still bothers me I still close my eyes and see him. Thank you for reading.