One unfinished love story

It rained last night. Jhum rain. I stood up and tried to touch the rain. A few drops of rain fell on his face. After a while the wind started. The madness of nature has increased a little today. When it rains, Punya is very much remembered. The girl was crazy in the heavy rain. I often chatted after class ............

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Punya used to say ........ "If it rained. Because it didn't rain in six seasons of the year. I would get wet in the rain all day."

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I used to laugh when I heard about virtue. I used to say ........... "The condition of the road ghats in Dhaka is the same as in the rainy season. And if it rained for six seasons, Dhaka would not be found. "

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Punya used to stop me and say ........ "You are a very jealous personWell if your wife ever says ‘look how beautiful the moon is’ then you must say the moon has no light of its own. Everything is borrowed from the sun. You're a real spit fire. Get out of sight ..... ”

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I looked at Punya and saw her eyes twinkling. The girl is more arrogant. I wanted to get wet in the rain with virtue that day. Extreme. But it was not possible.

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Punya was a beautiful girl. Double shape. Thin body. There was no lack of elegance in the eyes. I used to read a small tip every day. Right in the middle of the forehead. It seemed like a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Where the sailor can take refuge in the deep sea of ​​love ............

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Mahfuz of our class was his blind fan. He loved virtue very much. Mahfuz was quite shy in nature. You can't say anything out loud. I was asked a lot to tell Punya about Mahfuz.

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I said with a rebuke .........

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: - You have to take care of these matters yourself. I can write you a very nice letter. You will put it in the book of virtue.

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) - I will give him a letter in this age of Facebook ....! What do you say ....? "

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: - The letter is a unique memento of aesthetic love ....... Forty years from today, Facebook may not exist. But you will have the letter. Punya will then become old ..... Rough old woman. Maybe your grandchildren will read your letter in a trembling voice. And say it's my first boyfriend's letter ..........

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- Your argument is correct. Do something? Write me a letter. I will eat whatever I want to eat ...........

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: - You don't have to eat anything. I will write ..............

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The next day I wrote a three line letter to Mahfuz ...............

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I want you in all my dreams. I want you in all the love of life. I want you tomorrow!

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I did not write Mahfuz's name on purpose. Although it was forbidden. It would be wrong to call it a letter. Notes. Giving someone a proxy for the first time. The note was read aloud ..........

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Then he came to me and said ............

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:: - You put something in my book ......?

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I was stunned ..........

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I said ..........

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: - Where is Nato, what ....?

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:: - Look me in the eye ......?

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Some eyes are sacred. Which cannot be lied to. I muttered and said everything. I also explained the matter of Mahfuz. Listening to me, it seems that Punya has got a lot of trouble inside ..........

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Said in a hushed voice ..........

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:: - Aren't you ashamed to write a letter on behalf of others ....? Never wrote anything about me. And as soon as you open Facebook, your home page is filled with your poems. Write something for me. Which is completely mine ............

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: - I will write the best poem of the century for you ..........

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Punya smiled. Tearful laughter ............

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A few days later I wrote a poem to Punya ............

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.... (My sky is full of clouds

Your area is full of blue

In my nonsensical poetry

You're the perfect match.

My night's silence

Come on your feet

I don't know

Just love you

You are Lucas in the clouds

Your tears are wet eyes

This time, however, I want

May it rain love.

I will get wet in his e stream

If you hold hands

You are the queen of the rainy country

My wet Shravan night) ....

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It is not right to write about love in the first four lines. In fact, the word is given for the end of the poem. The word love is appropriate to match ‘asa’. Besides, the words that come to mind are quite ridiculous. I gave the poem to Punya after overcoming the hesitant conflict.

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I said ............

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: - For you ..........

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After reading the poem, Punya looked into my eyes for a while. There are some moments in life that seem to go on forever. This is not the time to be. When expectation and attainment come together, a dreamy reality is created. It seems that the whole world is just for lovers.

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I waved my hand in front of Punya's eyes. Her eyes blinked. With one drop of water. I could not find any reason for tears. Is it the water of love or just a drop of liquid that has been staring in the blink of an eye for a long time? I don't understand ..........

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I said ..........

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: - Tell me something ....?

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:: - Canoe wrote lies in the poem ....? You don't love me Why did I write even then ....?

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: - Listen, I couldn't find the final match of the poem. So to match the poem .............

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Before I could finish, he nodded and left. I went to stop him but did not stop. I just thought that the minds of girls are a simple number made up of many complex equations, the results of which are difficult to find out.

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I kept myself away from virtue for the next several days. I would leave if I saw Punya around. I used to sit away from him in class too. Virtue understood. Sometimes he would look at me. I would lower my eyes again ........

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As a human being I am of a very disgusting nature. I don't value people's love. I don't value emotions. I understood that Punya had fallen in love with me. And in a terrible way. Not that I haven't read it. Once this invisible object called love is born in someone's mind, it cannot be stopped. And if the man of love can understand it deeply, then there is no point.

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Like the third law of Newton's kinetics, love will return from his heart. Of course, this does not happen in many cases. If you love like love, the current of deep love can never flow in one direction. Yet sometimes love becomes one-sided. Even if you want to, there is no way. Social and environmental conditions separate the two minds. I couldn't either. Our society is very strange. People are not instruments so he has to endure a lot of pain.

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Of all the hardships, the hardship of love is the strongest. It kills the heart silently like carbon monoxide. Although I had the power to love virtue, I did not have the strength to express it. He calls the creator of virtue by the name of God and I am Allah. Although the two entities have the same entity, there is a wide gap between them. An impenetrable wall between our social system and conventional life. Which is a serious crime to pierce.

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So I increased the gap by myself. Virtuous intelligent girl. Easily caught. That's the difference. If it increases once, it keeps increasing. Love revolves like a circle in a straight line of life. And when frustration comes and disintegration comes, life becomes like a curve. That is the name of life. I always consider life with philosophy. So I did not have the courage to involve the virtue in the life circle ...........

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One day at the end of the class, Punya told me ..........

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:: - You had something to say. When will you have time ....?

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: - I'll tell you tomorrow afternoon. Listen, I have an urgent job. Asire ..........

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I have not heard of virtue. Mahfuz's phone rang in the afternoon. Crying wet voice ............

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: - Dude, Punya… .Intensive Care Unit of Dhaka Medical College. You leave early.

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He hung up before I could ask. I reached the hospital at four in the afternoon. Punya fell asleep just five minutes before him. A lot of tired sleep. A few classmates around his frozen body. Punita a little time and do not give.

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The doctor said ..........

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)) - Leukemia: It is too late.

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I stood in silence for a while. The tip of Punya's forehead was still clearly visible. It's a little crooked. As usual, I touched him and folded my hands. It seemed that the virtue would wake up right now. He will look at us and say in a domineering tone ......... "And how many times will you touch me on the pretext of fixing the tip? You are really a coward's egg"

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The clouds parted and it rained. Free rain of dense Shravan. For the first time in my life I wanted to get wet in the rain. Holding the hand of virtue. I remembered that Punya wanted to say something. I looked at the calm face of virtue for the last time. Strong urge to say something ..........

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If he thinks maybe he will say that song of his favorite Miftah ........

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“If life is as she is

Matching time

I'll go to you

In the rain of desire to get wet .............

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Yet when it rains, I soak in the rain, and close my eyes and imagine that Punyi is with me.

Thank you all very much. I wish you all the best