A love story of a good-evil relationship


What's your problem with kissing then?

I look around in awe at Lina's question. Nothing can be seen except two Modi shops and two or three rickshaws at the corner. Roughly safe zone. Lina kisses my lips. She called a rickshaw and told me to go to the mess and call.

The police caught me before I went to the mess hall. They beat me for forty minutes with a twenty-minute break in jail. An hour later Lina came. I got out of jail with my aunt and uncle. Take it. Read it. ”

We got married in three hours. Lina managed everything. I just sat on the balcony bench of Kazi's office and finished three gold leaves.

Our house is on the roof of a flat. A house without words. I just saw the moon with my head on Lina's lap. Sometimes I remembered Lina's father.

I went to jail for the first time two months after I got involved with Lina. Lina's father called me one day and said-

“Look, boy, I am a man of few words. I don't know what a girl like Lena has found in a boy like you wandering the streets, but I see your future is dark. ”

Listening to Lina's father, I first greeted her, then listened to a romantic poem. The police caught me at night. They kept me in jail for one night and released me in the morning. Lina went to fetch breakfast quietly. That day Lina hugged me for the first time. My drowsiness subsided.

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On the second day of the wedding, Lina went out with me to look for a house. We found a house. Two rooms and a veranda. Upstairs a tin shed. With the money saved by Lina, some raw pots and rice pulses and fish were bought in the raw market.

Our very small family started. I got a normal job in a company store. Salary of nine thousand rupees. Six months after the marriage, Lina got a scholarship and left the country. I could not say once,

"Don't leave me, Lina, I'm helpless without you!"

Two and a half months after leaving the country, Lina sent her divorce papers. I was not surprised. I did not cry. Sometimes I started walking in the streets in the middle of the night. Once I thought I was crazy. I was three years old. This writing is three years later. I am back to normal life. I am writing stories. I am going on tour once or twice a month. Lina signed a contract with me last night, she wants to meet me. How is it? Is it the same as before or more mature?

What does Leena know? I was just a lunatic for three years! I didn't qualify even in these three years. Does Leena know that I have not become worthy? Or how much I have kept in my pet a howl. Uh-huh, she will not know anything. She will not know that I was sick or how happy I was.

Written by Ismail Shamim.