"Our story began in the anatomy dissection room on the third floor of the red building. Thorax card was going on then. We were kind of familiar with each other's face, but didn't know everyone's name. In dissection class, since the teacher was absent, everyone had formed small groups and were discussing with each other and giving demos. That very day, I got to know her through a demo of the structure of the hilum of the lungs.
After introduction, we became good friends. Since both of us were in C batch, we used to attend classes and give items together, and talk quite often. This went on for a few days. I was always cautious about not getting emotionally involved with anyone. But, before I could realise it myself, our relationship was already beyond just friendship. And when I did realise, it was already out of my hands.
It was a weird time for me. When I went home during vacations, it seemed I had left something back in Dhaka. It was like a silent war, where I couldn't lose in any way. I seemed to be completely normal from outside, but the turmoil that I was going through inside, is indescribable. Then one day, all of a sudden, Abani said it - the words I had decided never to utter in my life.
I was so much engrossed in hiding my own feelings, that I had no idea how the other person felt about me. The next events were quite normal. I was very nervous when I first met Abani's father. At that time, there were some political problems going on in the campus. He asked about the 'maramari' but I heard 'bashabari' and replied, 'Yes, fine.' That was quite embarrassing.
Classes and exams continued, and we passed all of it together. Then we became doctors one day. During internship, we both were in the same unit in the same department. The chain of giving and receiving demos, that started one fine winter morning, is still existent.
One day, Abani and I, were going to TSC in rickshaw after classes were over. We were stuck in traffic jam in front of the prison, and were laughing our heads off. Suddenly, I noticed Professor Abu Zafar sir of paediatrics department in the rickshaw beside us. Sir has two very remarkable characteristics - a very sharp memory, and excellent sense of humour. Before he could notice us, I quickly jumped off the rickshaw and stood behind it so that he couldn't see me. Then after his rickshaw left, I got on our rickshaw again. After 2-3 days, during lecture class, in front of everyone, Sir said, "Did Abani and Shahnewaz tell you guys anything? I noticed them from the very beginning. But after seeing me, he jumped off the rickshaw and hid behind it." He used to make fun of this incident in ward classes even.
Abani has inspired me to become a better person. She has a heart full of love, and is capable of loving others unconditionally. During internship, the love that she received from the patients, their family, and even the sisters, I haven't seen any intern receive so much gratitude. Even after so many years, the patient's relatives call to know about her well-being.
I would like to say one last thing, without which the write-up would remain incomplete. In the past eight years, we have had numerous events of misunderstandings between us. But, I never felt that I would be happier without her in my life. And I pray that the rest of our lives pass just like this, happily ever after."