Morning Begins in Your Eyes
That day was just like any other
Morning Begins in Your Eyes
That day was just like any other — a cold January morning in Dhaka city. Raihan was looking for a rickshaw to get to work, as part of his busy daily routine. Suddenly, his eyes caught a girl standing on the sidewalk with an umbrella in hand, a touch of unease in her eyes. A white shawl wrapped around her, lips lightly colored with lipstick — she looked like a painting that had come to life.
Rayan felt an odd surge of courage. Slowly, he walked toward her.
“If you’d like, I can help you find a rickshaw,” he said with a smile.
The girl looked a little startled, then smiled gently and asked, “Where does your confidence come from?”
“When someone sees the right person, confidence just comes naturally,” Raihan replied.
Her name was Anannya. Slim and graceful, but her eyes held a quiet strength. That day, while looking for a rickshaw, their story began. Raihan learned that Anannya worked for an NGO, focused on children’s education, and she had come to this side of the city for a project.
From that day on, the stories kept unfolding. Tea at roadside stalls, sudden meetings at book fairs, impromptu evenings at music shows — everything felt like an adventure. They were from two different worlds — Raihan from the corporate sector, Anannya from social work. Yet their story had a rhythm, a harmony.
One evening, Raihan suddenly asked, “Do you know why I want to see you every day?”
Anannya stayed silent for a moment. Then she said, “Do you know why I say yes every time?”
No more words were needed between them.
But life isn’t always confined to romantic moments. One day, Anannya told him she was being transferred to Chattogram — for six months. With teary eyes, Raihan asked, “Am I going to miss you every day?”
Ananda said, “My mornings begin in your eyes. Spending six months without them — it’s like waking to a day that never begins.”
The six months passed through letters and phone calls. Some days the letters were short, some days the calls were brief. But the love never faded.
Six months later, Rayan stood waiting at the train station. The train arrived, and through the crowd came that familiar face — Ananda. This time, not with an umbrella, but with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
“These flowers are for you,” Ananda said.
Rayan smiled and replied, “Then let’s begin our mornings together, every day.”
Ananda gave a soft smile and nodded. Their hands came together, and the story simply began — a new chapter waiting to be written.
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