Smiling star

Where there is patience, there is victory. Where there is impatience, the path to destruction is easy. The story tells the story of a tortoise and a chicken with golden eggs. The speed of the turtle is slow. Rabbit's speed is fast. The two began their journey from one place to the next, but the rabbit went a short distance and fell asleep, aware of the slow pace of the turtle. Slowly, the tortoise finally won the competition. But the slow pace of her love affair is about to be defeated today. And she sat down and thought about the old woman's golden egg-laying chicken. At the same time, she lost patience with the greed for eggs. Eventually, the chicken's stomach ached and the chicken was lost forever. So can she win? How much did you think? She recalled the events of that unforgettable day.

There were as many seats as there were on the bus. Everyone was busy with their own mobiles, and some were chatting with the passengers. Nira's eyes widened, and a young man took a thick book and sank deep into it. He has nothing to do with the outside world.

Nira was distracted after seeing the young man on the bus that day. Even after returning home, she drowned for a while ... in the young man's mind. Breathing, shaking of the head, and sometimes looking out the window, it was clear from the gesture of some self-sacrifice.

Nira is a regular passenger of this bus, for the past three years. But first saw the young man. Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly. He doesn't look like a local because of his clothes and face.

She woke up this morning. It was seven o'clock in the morning. If she doesn't have to brush, wash, or cook for an hour, she can't catch the particular bus. She smiled to herself, the other reason is that she is hiding like this, and no one should look at her ... not even in her eyes ... otherwise the storm may rise ... .

Hurriedly she was freshed and ate the rice and pulses. After eating a little, she packed up the rest of the hot tub and left in time. 8:30 a.m. It will take twenty minutes to reach the bus stop. A satisfaction played in her mind. Looking into the bus with a confused look, Nira was happy that the seat next to the young man was empty. She went quietly and sat down. Someday, she has created a special place in the minds of young people who are obsessed with books. The idea that touched her mind was born out of her scholarship, reform, interest and intelligence. She is automatically drawn towards him. 

Nira hoped the young man's full attention would be focused on her sitting in the seat, with two verses gossiping, but nothing like that happened. Leaving the bus window half-open, he disappeared from the pages of the book with great ease at the touch of the gentle breeze. Nira tried to look at him with a little thirsty look for know about the book, he easily denied Nira's existence, even though Nira was sitting on his body! The book seems to be 'The Guide'. K. Narayan was. The young man was inclined to read the book, and she could see how faithful he was to the reader by looking at his demeanor. What could be more loving for a writer than that!

Nira explains how restless is in her mind. She could not help but speak for himself. But the attraction, the passion, the spontaneity of how to stop her in her hands, that they all came out of the cells and flew around like butterflies. Months have passed since then, and Nira has noticed that she has probably read four books. One thick book per week. He is a book lover. The strange habit of a young man ... the more he is reckless in his inanimate books and letters, the more reckless he is .. to a beautiful, interested girl. But Nira is getting more and more confused in her mind .. why? ... maybe some lonely secret feeling has sprouted in her mind .. which is as if she has never seen it. It's as if she didn't know it.

While Nira is still on the bus, her goal moves to her automatically, but she never tries to get closer. Before Nira's stop, she sits in that particular seat until Nira goes down. She may have gone further, but she could not be reached for comment today. When she returned, she saw his sitting in the same seat.

Nira was overjoyed that day. The young man happily reads her newly published collection of poems. Behind the book is a photo of her and a few of her expressions (including all the poems). Of course the photo is old. There was a shiver in Nira's body, and now she would look up and look at him! She knew in that look that he had fallen in love with her, and that he had read poetry. She used to think that he only read books by world-famous authors. To this day, his passion, which had suppressed his heart and so

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ul, has been urgent. She wished she could run and sit next to him for a while. Ask him out well if he is no longer absorbed in the connection. Putting opinions under your chest. Having a reader, a critic like him, is no less a privilege. No, he couldn't do anything like that. Her strong self-esteem, self-respect, pulled her back. Nira is standing today, holding the handlebars hanging from the bus without getting a seat. Her back is half-stretched by a handsome man. He is very uncomfortable. Fortunately, the young man's seat was empty. Nira had another chance to get closer so she knew nothing would happen. He is a stone statue. She needs a soul to add to her relationship, which she probably does not have.

After reading the book, the young man went to put it in his laptop bag, and Nira humbly asked for the book. He opened the book and saw that it had been read from one hundred and ten pages to seventy pages. The right corner of the page is broken. Right in the middle of that page he placed a small piece of paper folded in good cheer and then handed it to the young man. Luckily, he took the book from Nira's hand and put it in his bag. He took a deep breath .... finally the last path ... the last effort, with no hope of success. Let's see what happens ....

The next day, Nira was stunned to see the specific seat. The seat is empty but there is a book on the seat..auth ... Samantha Downing ... one of her famous novels "My Lovely Wife". The bus helper looked at Nira and said, "Madam Sir has a seat for you, and he asked you to give me this book." Nira was hit hard. It was as if someone was repeatedly beating her chest with a knife. She is shedding blood. She began to turn the pages of the book with good intentions. On the very page on which she placed his two-line letter, he returned his reply on the very page of this book. .... wait if we see you again .....

Nira didn't understand. Wait, how long? Many questions arose in her mind. She never wanted to be seen in person, but she never said that she was attracted to him by reading books. So what's wrong with him ... when he's in hiding. How could she measure her anxiety without even looking back? Nira was drenched in sweat. It all seemed pale.

Nira comes in the same bus every day with the same sad mind, never to be seen again. "It simply came to our notice then. Where there is no solitary leisure or leisure to understand each other, then who else, why or who is going to do that?

Nirara's PhD is over. Her father and mother have already found a suitable bridegroom for her. If Dad refuses to have a heart attack, it will be against his will. No, she can't hurt her. The last time she looked for the young man, she went from the first stop of the bus to the last stop. Some people tried to get information about him, but she didn't get any information. She turned her back on the village, embracing a vacuum and empty hand.

By the time they reached the village, the outdoor card had been printed and distributed. Nira Weds Rajesh, who has two red and yellow colors on the card, is gone. How quickly the wings flew away. Words like waiting are sometimes unfamiliar. Everything remained a mystery.

A quiet, simple, and well-educated girl like Nira has done everything according to her parents, and even her Ph.D. Such a compulsive mind but was not forced today voluntarily. Somewhere a vacuum was forcing that chained mind inside her to disobey. But why is the time in hand .... Dad has already printed the card and distributed it. Outdoor furniture has been purchased. The color of the door of the house is shining. That's all she heard about her coming partner is IPS. Will the girl be happy to see her son's high office and money in later life? Even if she is frustrated by a lot of confusion, she is helpless ...

The wedding was over. She couldn't help but feel excited inside. When the bridegroom left, she hid his face in her mother's arms and cried. Crying fainted. Friends and family all ran. Rajesh, who was waiting for the girl to leave, got out of the car. Nira held her hand and called ... Nira .... Nira ...

With tears in her eyes, Nira wonders where this familiar voice is coming from ... how much of that call of yours .. how drunk is that utterance of that word ... dream or true? Slowly her eyes opened ... she was still looking at the boy of the bus .. This is Rajesh, who was standing alone on the hill of the metaphorical word rather than him. Rajesh looked at her and smiled softly. "I must have been a lonely reader, but knowingly ignoring an omnipotent and beautiful girl was an innovative conspiracy to find her. The tears welled up in Nira's eyes. She was smiling like a star.