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Pt I: তাইৰ নীলা বেগ আৰু কেঁকুৰা চুলি খিনি…

With an enthusiasm to study Biotechnology, I took Admission in USTM, known as the best University of the North East. The environment, the nature, the scenic beauty of the campus was mesmerizing. Days passed, new human beings in life were entering and becoming good friends, few very good ones. Kisuman manuh khub kom dinotei bohut apun hoi jay. Tenekuay asil moi notun ke log powa mur vonti joni, mithu. Tai suti sapor holeu bohut besi cute aru tair logot khub kom xomoyote moi sob kotha share kora holu tair logot. Mur agor relation or kotha, keneke kot ki hoisil aru sob. Etimoiddhhe, taik mur logor lora ejone bhal pabo lole aru xi muk borkoi koi asile tak help koribole. Moi cupid asilu, and i really didnt tell mithu about that, rather i helped him how to text her and talk to her. 1 month pisot, amar freshers asile, aru xidina mur logor tuye taik propose korile. Tai muk call kori matile, xio muk matile. Agote moi tair usorot golu, tai bohut dhuniya lagi asile jodio, sokut sokulu bhori asile.

“Xi muk propose korile, moi relation or karone ready nohoy”

tai muk kole. Taik okoman monuwai moi akou lora tur usorot golu aru tak he gali parilu je kio aajir din tu nosto koribo lage. Duoke bujowar pisot, everything was normal afterwards and we enjoyed that day a lot. Eiburor pisot lora tu aru mithu, dujone, mur bohut close hoi gol. Aru kisudin pisotei xei din tu aahil…

Mur jodio agor relation asile bohu bosoror, i was totally separated from those thinkings and woh college mein jaana bhi kya jaana, agar college mein koi crush na mile. But mur karone xeituo worthless asile, najanu kio kuno suwali ketiao bhal nalagile prem crush ba bhal powar senseot…..

kintu xidina, saturday, lunch time, I, mithu and the boy was walking towards our own block from the parking lot. We three were laughing after a joke. Many students were coming from the opposite direction but….3joni suwali par hoi gol, teulokor bhori he dekha paisilu moi, karon ami tinio hahi asilu… mur babe jen xomoy toi gol, taik dekha nasilu jodio ejaak moloya botahe muk sporxo korar onubhob hol. Kintu 3 gorakir majoto mur mone anguliyai dile je major suwali joniye xeijoni jar babe mur xomoy roi goisil. Ghuri salu jodi tair pisfal tu he dekha palu. Mut ke sapor asile, bag tu efale ulomai loisil, eta nila bag, kekura suli, suli burot jen rowdor puhore gungunai jay ehejar kobita, aru t shirt or pisfale likha asile tair department tur naam.

“Oi xun na, xei nila bag luwa suwali jonik sini pao neki”

moi mithuk xudhilu, kintu nila bag lowa suwali joni korubat herai thakile…

Xidinakhon prothom baror babe onubhob hoisil je karubar sehera nosowa koiu bhal lagibo pare. Xei bujabo nuwara onubhob tuye muk mone mone koi asile taik bisari uliabole. I searched, but she was lost. And hence it was the first experience of my life where i felt a spark for someone whom i didnt even see. She just crossed me while walking. I was pretty sure, she too didnt see me.Xidina khon beleg kotu mon nobohile. Pisor 3ta class keneke par hol gomoke napalu. Mur monot kebol tair xei botahot olop olop uri thoka suli khini he bhahi asile. College xekh hol, bikeot bohi ghor buli ulai ahilu, meghalayar xei aak paak baat bure muk akou tair sulir kotha monot pelai di asile. Ghor ahi powar pisot, nanan kamor byostotai lahe lahe tair sulir sobi mur monor pora musibole xokhyom hol. Aru pisdina aru eta notun din arombho hol. Kintu tair kotha pahura nasilu…..Din boi gol, xomoyor nodir dhouye dhouye ami xokoluye Biotechnology naamor nau khonot bohi jajabor jatrir nisina koi aguwai golu. Semester exam was over and we all have been promoted to the next sem. And not many days after classes started, USTM was having its flagship programme called NEGC. It was mandatory for all the students to attend this. So on the morning of thursday, wearing full uniform, which we dont use generally because of departmental tshirt, i reached the campus and met all my close friends. USTM or amenity centre or xonmukhot sirit bohi asilu moi aru logor dujon man. Mobile ot kiba tipi asilu, sage mur agor college or pora NEGCt oha bandhobi ejonik text kori asilu. Hothat aru ejaak botah onubhob korilu, jen ekei botah agoteu korobat paisu. Soku tuli efal xifal saute dekhilu ejoni suwali okoman durot thio hoi ase. Xeujiya mekhela sador pindhi. Aru xei ekei sulir bhaaj, xeijoni taiyei asile. 4 maah par hoi goisil taik dekha, tai amar logot eketa room ot english class o korisile combined. But ketiao dekha nasilu, sage 200jon satro-satrir majot tair suli khini dekha nasilu. Karon tair sehera moi tetiao dekha nasilu. Moi sai thakute tai mur fale ghurile aru khuj karhi goi chair ekhonot bohil. Taik dekha palu, prothom bar, xomoy akou roi gol, monot akou ejaak dhumuhar sristi hol, taik sai rolu kisu xomoy.Logor ejone matile aru ami uthi golu tar pora. Goi thakuteu taik ebar ghuri salu, tai phonot byosto.

“Tuk je xudhisilu no keimah man agote je suwali joni kun buli, aaji taik dekha palu”

Moi Mithuk log pai kolu. Logor aru ejoni suwaliye kothaxar xunile aru muk xudhile “kunjoni”.

“Tate roi thakute je xeujiya mekhela pindhi ahile, tai.”

“O tai!!!” Logor suwali joni kole “sini pau taik”.

My heart skipped a beat out of enjoyment, my hormonal glands secreted the highest amount of excitement hormone at that moment. “Ki naam o tair. Ko na”

moi xudhilu.

“Kio bhal lage neki ha, mur roommate or friend hoy” tai uttor dile.

“Arre nohoy enei janibo bisarisu” 

“Snigdha naam tair”