He was in front of my eyes but
I couldn't talk to him and I couldn't tell him because he was my childhood love and my best friend.
He met me at the bus stand.
And even today he is at the bus stand where my life started.
That day he was in front of me at 8 am and today he is in front of me at 8 am. He still hasn't changed.
He is the same one who is making noise with his feet on the ground.
He has one sleeve up and one down.
And his office bag is not on his hand,
it is on his neck.
The way he used to carry his school bag, the whole world has changed but this hasn't changed.
Why is this person like this?
Why can't he let go of everything with time? That girl is also with him now because of which I got away from him and even today he is holding her hand the same way she left mine.
You care for her more than me and love her but you never told me this.
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you give space to another girl in your heart when I was with you?
I still love you, you are in front of me,
but I can't ask any questions.
I still love you,
I am going to university next year,
I still remember the day I met you and you became my friend,
and since I have loved you,
I remember
how you saved me when I was in my class, how I was on the table and you called me. Oh girl,
what are you doing,
you fat girl, come down, come down, oh, fat girl, come down.
I am not coming, get out of here. Who are you to call me fat?
Saying this, I looked at you and just kept looking.
You held my hand so that I would not fall but I wanted to snatch your hand away and we both fell on top of each other and I was just looking at you.
You said in a low voice,
"Get away from me." And I got up and went to the garden.
From that day on, you and I were together, but that day when we were both together, someone called you.
You called out,
"Haru, are you going?"
(You left my hand after hearing his voice and left and have not returned till today.)
Why, Haru, why did you do this to me?
(I started crying after saying this.)
Tears were falling from my eyes.
Then a hand came in front of me.
When I looked up at that hand,
Jooda was in front of me and she was hitting her hand on my head.
And said....
That's enough for fun. Now get out of the books. How long have you been reading this book and this story? Stop it.
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