Inter-life hostels. In my room, there were floods of the same college honors.
Everyone used to wake up or sometimes take drugs.
Why would everyone be so afraid of him?
Occasionally, some days when we cried, wept and screamed loudly. What was a sigh of his cry!
I was in the flood-top room for two full years of Inter. He loved Tapan Bhai, the essence of what he had heard from him. They had a beautiful love relationship.
But the brother-in-law, who had married his cousin in the hope of American citizenship, did not tolerate the pressure.
He often used to say a word-
"After the love of someone, there is no power to love someone else with that same heart."
There was no communication with him after leaving college.
One day went to college to take a few years' certificate. Standing at the pay-slip in front of the library room, I suddenly saw that the flood was uprooted and the girl was like a doll puppet.
I talked about it. Got married. Hajaband has a good job in a multinational company. Floods are married to all of her previous relation.
While returning, one of his words was repeatedly heard in the ears-
"It was never dreamed that Allah had written so much happiness in the fate of people like me"
In fact, the person whom God has not written in our fate is the wrong person in our lives. But behind the wrong people, we run around in hopes of a mirage named happiness.
Actually nobody's life will stop for anyone. Tapanars may not be there but another person will fill the vacuum.
And in the relationship that broke, there was no love at all. Love is one other thing.
