The trick of the love

Souro used to study in Presidency college , I read in class eigh t. I had a hobby of reading papers. Every day I would look at the magazine from beginning to end. Our time was not mobile. Paper was the main part of entertainment. I was on two channels, DD-1 DD-2. I would mark in the daily program which program would be better.

I used to do this sitting in the open window on the west side. The highest floor was, to me, four floors. Sometimes the vision would go away.

Love means silence to me near the Panch Bati tree (Mother Bhavatarini in Dakshineswar).Love means to me a four kilometer road walking through the desert to bring a glass of water. If you fall in love more, what a terrible head catch? I don't know.

Although my father was a government employee, I used to live in a government housing with refugee quota. Through the four-story west-facing windows, one could see the flames of the three-story solar house. I have another sister, my father named Moyna and Saina.Well, tell me, what is love? Something like this?

It is difficult to maintain the seriousness of love at any age, it takes one or another person to tell you what love is, liquid! Hard or not! Gaseous! This is the surge of pure love. Why do we love, why do we want someone's love, why do we desire someone, make someone our own, want to embrace. Maybe the girl is ripe.

There is a big difference between being in love and being in a relationship. At that age there is love, there is no relationship. The relationship is at a much later age. People can keep the relationship secret.

. And my habit was to sit in that window and study.The substance that I talked about in the name of love, whatever you say solid liquid gaseous, that every morning, in the guise of the newspaper, I used to carry the call in my mind.

Let's move on, that's what I said; Like hand-washed clothes, even if you match them tightly, water will drip from the top. Anyway, I don't have a brother. Dad always thought of our safety.

Solar but very talented student of economics. It seems a little scattered. My father works in a high government position, and he is a sapphire. I used to spend the morning very well. Is love good for health? Mind and body are good or not? Anyway, my result was very good. Seeing this, I started doing BSc Honors.

One morning, as I was looking at a regular magazine, I suddenly saw Ganguly Kakima's son, a drug addict. The headline of the paper, How many talented young people in Kolkata are addicted to drugs.

My father used to get a government pass to go out, but I didn't get a chance to go out. Far from looking at the lamp in Dakshineswar Ganga, I became anxious for my lover. I was a fan of my love. Like a true devotee, I would become immobile in devotion. People go into a trance singing religious songs over and over again. I heard that in the chorus of Har Ki Pauri Ghat, I would dive like me holding my familiar name. The surroundings could be deleted. It was as if I had run out of consciousness. My boyfriend I made. Like how many times I have made my God. I still did not fully understand that there is a lover or God in being able to be overwhelmed. It took time to understand. This God means loneliness, loneliness. There is only one difference between the lover and God in that respect. There is an emotion. There is no other. It is difficult to concentrate on the second. I don't know how it was possible, at such a young age I understood that love means suffering. Love is a happy union between a boy and a girl, I never thought of that. I didn't want that for myself.

Love had its own pull. Much later I realized why love did not give me joy. Love became a burden and sat on his chest. If someone says that love means abundance of joy, I will not understand. I have a 4km walk in the hot bear. I was terrified in love. I think it would be difficult if I could feel it with more than five fingers in life.

So I was able to reach my goal?

Didn't you defeat me, Solar? I was a flower bud then. At that time there was government housing.

Now the horizon line is not visible. My daughter is now studying abroad. The smell of love from the ark of the mind is just unbearable.

I learned the word Valentine forty years ago, now I mean it. Aparesh, I am my daughter Jhimli. Aparesh retired from the bank last year. I measured love, I know what substance!