COLOUR OF LOVE

“Waiting's Color”

On a busy afternoon in Dhaka, the sun is a little less. The clouds of the cloud are floating in the sky. Traffic, horn, humans' cry - all together, the city is unstable. Just in the midst of this busyness, ARIBA is sitting in an old cafe in Shantinagar. Age is about 20, always busy in the journalism profession, glasses in the eyes, a cup of coffee in hand. Today is the unrest in his eyes, because today he is going to meet his old love, Rahul.

Rahul - The boy, who was a university classmate, first love, and a sudden lost name. They both studied in the Department of Mass Communication and Journalism at Dhaka University. Both of them are fascinating, passionate, book -loving, and fan of poetry. The first identity was in a corner of the library. At that time Rahul was holding the book of Jivananda Das's poem, Ariiba came beside him.

In the beginning, only the discussion of poetry, slowly movies, books, societies - everything was friendly. Then one evening on the front bench of TSC, Rahul said quietly

- "Have you ever thought, how would we be together?"

The water came to the eyes of Ariaba that day. The unknown feeling so long had got the name - Love.

Days of love:

Then it begins with another day. Going to the book fair by pressing Rahul's bike, drinking soaked tea in the rain, reading poems on mobile at night - everything seemed like a dream. There was love between them, but more was the compromise.

However, love does not always parallel love.

In the last year of the university, Rahul suddenly became different. It would take longer, delay in the mess, the phone would not be done properly. Aryiba could understand that something was changing. One day he asked-

- "Why are you escaping Rahul?

Rahul said with a sigh of relief.

- "My father's business is closed. The responsibility of the house is on my shoulder. I can't love now. You love, I say - forget me."

After listening to that, Aryiba didn't say anything else. They did not leave any formal departure, but after that day, Rahul was lost.

After five years<

Rahul's message came suddenly after five years today-

"At five o'clock this afternoon at that old cafe in Shantinagar, meet you?"

Ariiba was looking at the message for a while. Then he wrote 'OK' and sent it. The mind was strangely trembling, as it first fell in love.

At five o'clock, Rahul opened the door and entered the cafe. As before, the hair is a little ripe, the same is the same gambling in the eyes. Wearing a light blue shirt, glasses in the eyes, a book in hand.

Rahul came quietly. Ariabai broke the silence for a while.

- "After so long?"

Rahul laughed and said,

- "I remember every day. I did not dare. I still don't know if you are angry. But there was something to say."

Ariiba looked at him. Tear was coming to his eyes, but he handled it.

- "Say- Listen."

Rahul played a glass of water, then began to say -

- "When you said, I was running away, it was really so. It was not from your own failure. I knew I couldn't give you happiness. Then I thought it was better to release you. But now you understand that you were not a prisoner. You were my everything. And I left you."

Ariba's eyes were wet. But he was listening quietly.

Rahul said again,

- "In these five years I have lost a lot of things, I have learned a lot. Now I have a small news agency. I work, read, write. But I haven't found anyone like you. Are you alone today?"

Ariiba smiled.

-"You said, to forget. I tried. But love is not just the calculation. So maybe I still wait for you."

Rahul looked in his eyes. That old eye, where there was a shadow of poetry, the sound of rain.

Then Rahul slowly raised his hand-

- "This time you hold my hand? I won't escape anymore."

Ariiba looked for a while, then gradually grabbed her hand.

Start new:

The evening came down. The last light of the sun was visible through the café window. They were walking together, with their hands in their hands. Holding this hand meant - forgetting the pride, the uplifting above the misunderstanding, and the promise to start a new.

They knew the path was not easy. But this time both of them had the courage to walk together.

Once upon a time Rahul stopped and said -

- "I brought a poem for you today. Read?"

Ariiba shook her head and said - "Read."

Rahul read from the book and started to listen -

"The most beautiful word on earth — you

In which the smell of clouds, coffee and poetry is mixed.

You are gone, but in my words, in the shade.

Standing in front of you today -

You come back to me. "

Aariba's eyes dropped a few drops of tears. But this time she was crying for peace.

Rahul said, "You don't cry. I'm here. I'll be there all my life."

Ariba said - "If you are, nothing else will need."

Not end, but to start

This story is not the end. Because every love story is not over, just the fold of time changes its form. So is the story of Rahul and Ariba. They fell in love again - the same man's love, but in a new way.

This time they knew that love means not just to be close, but to understand each other, to give time, and the biggest thing - to be waited.