The day i met my love

Excuse me.

Now that you've heard—

I would have said something if you'd let me.

-Say it jealously.

-Actually...I've liked you since the first time I saw you. But I don't know why.

-Yes.

—If the reason for love is known, then maybe love will be confined to that specific reason.

-But...

—But I want you to like me. Like me for whatever reason.

-What are you saying? Do I know you?

—No, I don't think I've ever seen you!

—No...but as important as it is to know you, it's even more important that I like you very much.

(With this, the unknown boy left)

—I stood still, like a statue, as if I were seeing a ghost, staring at the boy's path with surprised eyes.

I've been looking for the man for the past month, coming and going, every time. But he's lost. What a strange boy! Is there such a person? He didn't even say his name. He didn't tell me anything about his identity. But somehow I really want to know, why he likes me so much.

How many people have proposed to me in my life? All girls get a couple of proposals in their lives. I got one too. Not just one, but several. However, no one was ever accepted due to fear of their parents. Some of them said they would bring me the stars in the sky, some said they wouldn't live without me!

After telling one-person no, he just left, cursing. I couldn't say anything that day either. What a terrible mistake! No one could bring the stars, no one died! (Hahaha) It's all a bunch of lies.

Actually, no one has ever said this to me before, I like it. So I'm a little more curious.

Well, nothing happened to the boy! What the hell, what am I thinking?

While thinking all this, I reached the door of the house and suddenly, at the sound of someone helping me, I came back—

Hello madam. (Doorman)

-Hello

The doorman's uncle extended a black cloth towards me,

Madam, this is yours.

-My parcel? Who gave it to me?

Yes, you are. A middle-aged woman has given me a big glass. That's your name. She said, "Preeti," Madam, give it to her, don't give it to anyone else. She even gave me a hundred taka for it.

-Oh, okay. Who gave you the name?

No, I mean... I don't remember. I think you know him.

-Okay. If you ever see him again, let me know his name.

Yes, I do, madam.

Oh, you didn't have to tell me. My name is Pritilata Rahman. My father is a literary man. That's why he named me after Pritilata Waddedar.

(Pritilata Waddedar was a Bengali who sacrificed herself against British colonial rule. She was a nationalist revolutionary who was influential in the Indian independence movement)

Everyone calls me 'Preeti'. I am a second-year chemistry honors student at Dhaka University. I spend my time doing occasional tutoring, studying, and hanging out with friends between classes.

Upon opening the envelope, a dried rose was found. Does anyone give a dried rose to a girl?

Wow, I see there's another folded piece of paper inside the envelope. It looks like a letter.

Everything seems more interesting somehow and an excitement is working within me.

Writer: Jr. Majah

Note: This story has to be about a real life event that has been a part of someone and that person exists. If this story is not about that activity and can be directly connected to the life of others, then it is not written.