An Indian Student Love story

 Your straightened hair looks beautiful when it is swollen. But it looks even more beautiful when you stick your oily hair at home with a cheap rubber band on the back of your head. You know, your forehead looks big then! I am always ready to fall in love with you by pressing a black with newly born acne on the face. The smell of your body is also associated with the hair falling out in the morning towel. But, I am never surprised by that smell, but I am fascinated again and again. At certain times of the month when you have black spots under your eyes. I have always tried to take care of that scar. But I don't know how much I have achieved. I was the only one after your parents to see the scar that fell on your knee as a child. You told that story quite neatly.

At night, when I fall asleep, your hand unknowingly falls on my chest, but my confidence becomes stronger. Sitting in the TV room at night, you carefully remove the dirt from your toenails, but I do not find it unbearable. The way you cried when you cut your thumb a little while cutting vegetables that day, it felt like an ignorant five-year-old child was sobbing. Crying may not end today. The office was closed that day. At the end of the day, when you take a bath at night and stand in front of the mirror and wrap your hair in a towel, you look at it and die seven times. Sometimes it seems that I may have been reborn just to pick and choose the color of my sari when I go to an event. After brushing my forgetfulness, I see how your nose turns red with anger and shame. When you cook on a holiday, when you spoon the amount of salt in the food, you don't remember your mother very well. I once had a high fever. The thermometer shows more than a hundred. I saw you very restless that day.

One day I started arguing with a man on the street. You brushed that man off that day, I realized it's not me, but you protect me. A lot in the form of Ranchi. Even such a brave girl was terrified that day when you saw the injection and grabbed my shirt. I saw you take money from my wallet in a blink of an eye. Back home, I heard you bought a new pair of spectacles for your mother. When you were in college, I saw you buying a new sari every Baishakh with money. You still save the money to buy a sari. The habit did not go away. But now, the Baishakh saree is not bought for yourself. You use that money to buy some cheap new clothes for street children. Don't think of yourself as before. Isn't it.? When you hold my hand while crossing a busy road, I just cross the road looking at you. I don't need to look left or right. I know you are holding the last part of the hand.

Believe me, I have not seen the goddess. But I saw you. Maybe I fell in love with that human-like goddess. As someone said, people do not have to be compared to goddesses. And damn, I want to love you even if I ignore his words a thousand times. I can even say against the Creator, I love you. But, you were never called face to face. Maybe I'll say "love" before I reach eighty.