I was sold by my husband to Jauna Palli and I was confined there for three nights in a locked room. You know! When they were preparing me to teach these things, I was made to stand half-naked in a row of all the girls, how many men's hands were touching my half-naked body. I never went out of the house without hijab. But that day I had no veil and was crying like a helpless person and praying to the Lord to let me die.”
Saying this, Nova burst into tears. My shirt is wet with sweat. It is normal to get wet. I heard this from the mouth of the person I proposed to marry some time ago. Let me tell you all...
I am sitting in the university campus with a pen and a diary in my hand. I write a little, so seeing nature made me want to write a little poem. It's not bad to hear the chirping of the birds so early in the morning. But I can't find the rhythm I'm thinking quietly with my hand on my cheek.
"Here's the author! He posted the story two days ago! Like this Azaira, give the story quickly without thinking. I don't feel like waiting any longer."
As my thoughts were interrupted, I was a little disturbed to see a dark-skinned woman wearing her black saree. Smiling and looking at me.
"What happened, Mr. Writer.. Mosquitoes will enter through your mouth.. Close your mouth."
"I took my eyes off her and felt a little shy. I don't know what the girl thought. Then I told her, "The story is not finished, so I can't post it. You will get it tomorrow." The girl started walking without saying anything.
"That's why you didn't say your name."
"The girl smiled and said... Is time running out, writer? See you again. Let me go."
The girl leaves. Watching him go with some surprise. I looked until I saw him. Then I got up from there and went to the hall, freshened up and put the bag. I will go out at night for the purpose of home and a few days later Eid al-Adha. Mother requested a lot to go home. So I didn't do it anymore...
I am sitting at the bus counter. The bus will be late for some time now. The sound of the notification came in the messenger. I picked up the phone and saw a message from an unknown ID.
"There is a lot of sweetness in your writings, you can write well."
"Thank you! But I don't know who you are."
"In the morning it appeared that...
"Oh well brunette or not!?"
"Wow! The author has given the name too"
I didn't reply and got on the bus as the bus left. Night travel is my favorite so I started listening to music with headphones in my ears. I came down in the morning. I went home and met everyone and slept. I woke up and posted the story. Then the time was spent in busyness during Eid. I messaged the girl on moon night...
"Are you wearing henna on your hands?"
"I don't have color in mind! What about hand painting?"
"If you wear henna, you will look beautiful"
"what are you doing now"
"I'm having a lazy time lying down"
"I don't like lazy people at all. Well tomorrow is Eid, you won't give me salami"?
"I can't afford anything expensive."
"You can give me a bellflower jar or a book."
"Bellyflowers don't bloom in this city. But rosin grows in a lover's chest."
"I like both."
"However, my favorite is Kathgolap. Bellyflower and love is unknown to a loved one."
"I don't fall in love with beauty, writer. I fall in love with quality. That's why I like Kamini more than Kathgolap. It's a big responsibility to understand the mind of this Panchdoshi, writer."
"Ananya you!
However, people are fascinated by beauty, whether it is the beauty of form or quality. Yet you can't ignore the word beauty. Maybe I'm fascinated by the beauty of your words."
"Over-infatuation breeds bitter feelings"
"I don't like to break boundaries. But I like to fall in love... I threw a biscuit to a dog walking down the street and he chased it. Love of temporary fidelity... I like to fall in love with every thing that I like.. The beauty of your words is also not out"
"I can give birth to intense fascination, I can fall in love, but I cannot fall in love myself."
We didn't talk again that day and Eid has passed. I came to the university.. I fell under the spell of the girl's words. I kept thinking about her words all day long. After thinking a lot, I realized that I want him. So ask him to come to a park in the afternoon. He appears dressed. As soon as he comes, I kneel before him with many roses and say ""
"The most resounding happiness in this lonely night is you."
You are the deep meaning of every song sung in a quiet voice."
You are the unruly voice of my heart's secret poetry."
If love comes into your life, be the center of that love."
I love you brunette! will you marry me **---
He took the roses from my hand and sat on a nearby bench. He also asked me to sit with hand gesture. Then he said the author will tell you a story, if you still want to marry me after listening to the story, then say I will agree in one sentence....
Then he started saying....!
Continue...?
Writer :Mehedi Hasan