Awake love

Awake love

Opening the window and keeping the eyes out. The oven is still not finished. The room is still asleep. The sun is barely fragmented. It was a cold breeze. I used to take a little bit of a pair of the shawl and make a lot of it. It was like that day. It was like that day. From the front of me, slowly the road was removed, the surrounding urban houses, even the mango tree next to the window.

He took possession of his place, a festive method path. With a thick yellow flower chest in the field after the field of mustard plant. Once in the field of the mustard seed, together with the red sari, and on the other hand, touching the flowers on the other hand. I will not go back. I will go to where I can see where you are. Wolf ... how far and far!

Thinking of my dew got a dry hand touch in my wet hand. I looked back at surprise, I saw you standing there. Again, once again, one of the cheerful voices began to rise. I wanted to get a glimpse of the hand in hand. But you did not leave. A little laughing laugh said, 'Is my princess angry?'

I do not want to talk about my head down to my feet. At the moment, I want to see those two. It is not necessary to hold the hand on my face and pull me a little closer. You said, 'Where are you going so early in the morning, I do not have anything He said, "Taking your face upside down, looking at your eyes, said," What do you want me to do? And you will not be with me. “Akbar asabana kachetarapara you turn you wherever you wish. ''

I was burning in anger. And you laugh loudly and say, "Are you going to walk or walk in the streets?" It was also the sari, and if you said before, you would have bought a jogging suit, to make jogging, to reach Dhaka from here.

And once again trying to get rid of the hand I said, "Do not bluff. There is no profit. I do not even smile.

You said a little laughing a little and again - "No time to quarrel, two swelling in the nose of your nose. Look at the love of adolescence. It looks like now and I want to be gracious enough to hold you down.

Hurry up - '' No! Go! '

--- '' So go home and do not go, you understand everything. ''

--- '' No, I do not understand anything. I do not want to cry. I do not want to live in your house. I do not want to go. Wherever you are, stay alone. '

--- '' Do I get married to stay away? ''

--- '' Hmm-so Otherwise, why do not you leave me alone?

Saying again, the water came out in the eyes. I forgot the first of the quarrels in my chest. You cheated on your chest. You do not say anything. Only if you take me back to the Bangalore. Only three days before that you came to spend the holidays. After marriage, that was the first time we had to go away from our first visit.

If you try to convince me that you are poor, how helpless people in Congo, their life is very sad, as you are, as a doctor, you are responsible for them. And that's your profession, And for only 1 year. After that, you will come to the right place in this country, and do not leave me.

But, I cried like a childless, lapful lips. How many years have you got in the last three years ... Congo left after two weeks of marriage ... then, I am in this country, you're in the country. How long after you come back, no matter how much you-I'm spending a little happier, then the call back again. Doctors do not have any life to live on their own, but I am not a doctor. Why should I understand this?

I was not able to cope with myself. It was kind of troubling. I wanted to keep thinking that I wanted to stay away from arguments, feeling emotional. You are also troubled by the fear of your fear, or if you have blamed all the plans that have been kept for three years in a row, that is why you make all the difference, leave the army job, come back to Bangladesh once and bring me a living If you wanted to give a toy gift, why did you forget everything at all! And if you make me forget all the anger-pride-boy mother...

The whole world was forgotten. My red glass bangles were broken one by one, and I was going down the blue water of your love. It would have been possible if you were not tied to a tough hand, my hands were two. That day I got the full taste of femininity.

Even today, after 5 years, I can experience these moments. We can experience that bamboo-drunken love for a few days. That's why you became mine for that very day. After a few days back, I promised to come back to me. Yes, lies, because, and did not come back. Everything was returned ... your uniforms, stethoscope, clothes and other things. All the letters I have written to you in a small wooden box. Not just you. When I used to move things around, you could come into existence. And one might know and exist, within me. Give me your last, but the most beautiful gift exists.

That's it. The cat is lying on the bed like a chatter, your son. Not the same as you did. And I have been like. The people are terrified, chaotic, naughty and very boyish. I gave birth to him, but nobody knows that the birth that he gave me. He forgets you in a new world, resides alive. I dream about freshly. There was another one.

He gave the light of the earth and suffered the torment of torment. But how did one child grow up, then what did I know about him? Sometimes I was scared and laughing alone. Soon one afternoon, she picked her up in the chest. That saying, who was your best friend. The dream that I had seen to be fulfilled was fulfilled by him. He also took my hand, dragged me to it. Then he did not leave his hand for another day. I loved him again, again dreamed, lived again and today I'm pregnant with his child.

We are very good, we know ... I will be happy again, never thought. But now I do not have your boyish bird. The bird in the sky is flying away. Your son taught me to grow up. I am now a mother! And now you are your son's father. We would never know who you were, but you have been around him. Love for his father around Cyan revolves. You are now just a prisoner inside me. You are my past now I'm touching one of my hands, who is my current one another hand touches the unrealistic future. In this way, I feel like love Roy.