What its like to explore Girl's love, sorrow, enmity, experience, jealousy, sacrifice, betrayal, friendship, dream and "A Hostel" in a city like Dhaka??
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Titir's POV: It was 2.30 a.m there. The buzzing sound of the city was reducing gradually. Peace was there substituting the pace. I thought I was sleepy. But as soon as I laid on the bed-the naughty sleep escaped from my eyes. A hell lot of stories started to spin around my shittyhead.
"Why are you not sleeping already?"- Preeya asked me from her bed as she could understand I was awake till this late night. " Not sleepy anymore. You keep talking to him" trying to smile I replied her.
"He is not replying. I better lay with you" she smiled and took her pillow and managed her place in my bed.
-" What are you thinking about that Young man, hmm?? She asked me in a curious tone after keeping her legs on mine!
-" Who said I am thinking" I lied and uncontrollably blushed!
-"Oh, you beauty- don't you dare play hide and seek with me 'bout your lovelife. I can read your mind "- lifting my chin that naughty girl told me playfully.
-" I don't even know what his name is and you are here alleging me for concealing my feeling" getting her legs off of mine- I replied. She waved her hands in disapproval and went on sleeping turning her back to me!! CLEAR INSULT!
But, I kept on recollecting the memories. Deep down I felt something I was barely familiar with. I was not feeling love for this guy really. You know, getting gifts from secret admirer, then meeting him all of a sudden- all of these were something UNEXPECTED for me. It was making me bound to read the story of my past AGAIN.
I was not really brave enough to turn them back again in my present life. I did not share my Past love life with anyone else. Not even with Preeya.
It was a closed chapter of the story of my life. If you can remember, my father was an influential politician. When he was alive, nobody really dared to express their feeling for me if they even had. My uncles were influential too. So even after my father's death-nobody got the chance to approach me.
I got some love letter through my classmates for the maximum or heard some "confession" via. Oh-I was even in a girls' school.
But, HE came there to add some color to my boring puberty. I was returning from school that day. It was a sunny day of summer. I was sweating as I was walking for 15 minutes after having a long, hectic class schedule. I was in class 10 that time. As you know- I was a good kid- who was not only a dreamer, but also studious, meritorious, industrious achiever. My sole moto was to be what my mom wanted me to be. SIMPLE.
"Titir" - someone called me by name from my back.
The road of the suburb was less busy than the usual. I got frightened as nobody was with me. I could not see any familiar persons in the front as far as I could see. So I kept on walking looking right down to the road. My braids were swinging as I tried walking in a good pace.
"Hey, did you not hear me?" The male voice told me panting.
Lifting my eyes I could see that Adil was standing infront of me, wearing a plain white shirt with a black pant. Ugly uniform obviously. He looked messy and restless.
" Why is he looking like this"- I thought to myself, but told him humbly-" you are here??"
"Don't act like you don't know that our schools are in the exact opposite " saying this, the 5'10'' laughed.
We were in the same grade. I saw him in my coaching.
" This is for you" breathlessly handing over Humayun Ahmed's "Bristy bilash" (a famous romantic bangla book of a more famous writer about rain, love and many more) he went away leaving me all alone in the road.
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I did not understand why he did that. As he was not waiting there any longer, I could not help but turning over the page to feel the smell of the book as it seemed to be new!
As soon as I turned over the page, I could see a bad writing. IHaTebadhaNdrIghTing. Whatever.
"You have said in one class, that you love rain, you love Humayun. I think I do love you more- thats why I am giving you the combination ❤️ "
After having all my routine work that night, me with my grani went to sleep together. She was aged already. She was way strict than my mom. I waited for her to sleep and when it finally happened it was already 2 am. It was too late for a suburb's teenager girl!
I did not dare to turn the light on. I had a torch light with me. Taking a blanket all over my body, with the help of that torch-I kept consuming the book like an alcoholic and found myself to struggle with the knot in my throat!
Obviously, I missed the school next day as I wake up in 11.00 clock- which I never really did. I thought to curse Adil for making me do that.
At the same time- I felt something exclusive which I had never evident. Whenever I took his name in my mind I blushed myself, my heart started behaving like a crazy dog!
"You are still awake, Titir. Its already morning. Go, have your prayer"-Preeya told in her authoritative voice while going to the washroom.
With a nostalogic soul, I felt the city of mosque was announcing the fazr (dawn). The sweet birds started creeping and thus welcomed the new day.
I left my bed and kept the rest of my first love story untold to who knows whom!
Author's note: Have you experienced this paradoxical feeling EVER? How does it feel like when a new person make you remember Your Ex?
Do you want to know more about Adil??Titir's Teenage love?
