Dude, what's this all about? I've been calling for the last half hour.
Why weren't you picking up the phone?
Where did you go
She was constantly talking without listening to me. Today was our first meeting. It had been four days since I had given her the number
The first time I saw her on the bus, she was covered in a black simple burqa, hijab, niqab, her eyes were wide open, she was holding mascara in her white hands. I was building a palace of lost love in my thoughts when the stop came and she got off and left but my heartbeat and my eyes wanted to repeat the same thing. When I reached home, my heart was restless, I was waiting for her phone message and there were whispers whether she would contact me or not. Then I ate a little and opened the books and sat down. I was in D-work these days. At about seven o'clock in the night, the sound of a message created vibrational waves in my body.
Why did you give me the number?
Just that innocent face was rolling in my eyes. I talked to him till eleven o'clock in the night on a blanket in the winter night. He had repeated the same question many times that you will marry me ...
I was joking and laughing. This crazy girl is telling me to get married for the first time without me knowing. She had just finished her matriculation and she wanted to work.
I too had stepped into my boyhood. I was taught a lot by outside societies. In those days, having a girlfriend was a matter of great pride among friends. I was the only brother. And my mother was living with her uncles. When I saw my mother enduring her cold seal, the only thing that came to my mind was to give my mother every happiness that could not give her life. But now I couldn't tell Fatima all these things. She was calling me today and I was nervous to meet her, so after twenty calls, I called her back and said, "Come on, I'll just take you away." I really wanted to follow her and find out what village she belonged to. Soon she was coming with her little brother who didn't even speak yet but was holding her finger.
I came out of the crowded bazaar and stood by the separate book stall. She came to me and greeted me in a very polite manner. I was standing in front. According to the requirements of the time, I had only fifty rupees in my pocket. I bought Shuaa Digest from the book stall for forty five rupees and handed it to her younger brother. She went back. And then that stupid idiot would sometimes read this gift of mine, sometimes she would put it in her bag and time would pass. Things had stepped on the threshold of love.
I was stubborn from the beginning. She belonged to a small middle class. The eldest of the siblings started moving towards me because of her father's unreasonable harshness. The reason was ...
to be continued....