The pain of love without love
But after a few days, the police-administration became very reckless. They started firing during the strike. What else can we do, since it is part of the organizational activities, we have to go on strike. So the decision was made to go on strike very early in the morning when the roads and ghats are empty.
The next day, after the Fajr prayers, we left the mosque and started the strike. After coming to the road, our district president started his closing speech. The talk got longer, and a couple of cars, a few rickshaws, and a school van came to a halt.
There are some girls school girls inside the van. My eyes are fixed on one of the girls. The girl is sitting and biting the pen and looking up at the outside environment after a while.
The girl's eyes are so beautiful that I can't think of what to compare them with. Her eyes are as black as a bumblebee or as black as water in a pond.
The district president's speech ended, we left the road, the cars left, the school van also left with my first love.
The pain of love without love
From that day onwards, I used to come and stand at the corner of that road before the Fajr prayers. The purpose is to meet that girl. It became my daily routine. One day the hostel super got the impression that I could not go anywhere without Fajr prayers. After returning to the hostel that day, the hostel super called me = Mahbub come here (Hostel super has a huge cane like Azrael)
I = Yes sir ...
Hostel Super = Are you praying Fajr today?
I am wearing = G sir.
Hostel Super = Imam Sahib used to pray with which surahs?
I = Surah Phil, Surah Quraish
Hostel Super = Mashallah
Then the hostel super called two people from another room and told them to hold me tight. After that the whipping continued for five minutes at my back door. Jaba has made a beautiful red flower like a flower to give home. I can't sit anywhere and tell anyone, but even then the interest in seeing that girl hasn't diminished a bit.
Every day before the Fajr prayers I go to the street and stand to see the girl for a moment. The day you see it, you know how colorful it looks and the day you don't see it, it seems like the day is dark, cloudy, the sun can't be seen in the sky.
One day I decided to go and propose to the girl tomorrow. I didn't sleep all night that day. Early in the morning I got out of bed and stood on the street. But today's scene is different, the girl is already standing on the street with two more girlfriends. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to offer.
As soon as I stepped forward, I saw a boy from a little distance videotaping the girl with his mobile phone, a few more boys with that boy, all wearing school dresses. Another boy can be seen coming from a distance with some roses in his school dress.
The pain of love without love
As soon as the boy approached, he knelt in front of the girl in a movie style and proposed with the flowers. The girl happily shook her head a few times. The girl's smile was like watching that moment. It never occurred to me that there would be more than this.
But who cares about my thoughts, the boy blows up my thoughts and starts kissing French like Imran Hashmi. The girl hugs the boy's head with both hands with great enthusiasm. And the children around started clapping their hands.
I returned to the hostel with a broken heart. Hostel Super stands in front of the main gate of the hostel. Seeing me, he said, "What's the matter, Minister, are you entering politics?" How much did you save the country?
I = It is impossible to save this nation, the downfall of this nation is certain, I curse this nation.
Hostel Super = Get in, I'm coming.
I keep saying in my mind = I know what you are coming for, you will knock on my back door and make jaba flowers.
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