I was around seven to five to eight years, and the rain. When I read that the wise detective Ray or three Bengali and Hindi, and the rain all day watching movies very romantic girl. I look at the music started, "to pass Tum Aye, U mujako verdict ..." rain, but the rain without my behavior was not like there was no way. Caradeyala was captured in the rain or what might be called the best friend, my playmate. I wanted to tell the story of the adventures of Hercules, and opposite him, I would tell the Hindi movie reviews. Could dance very well, hands and feet dancing looked Komara wave. What kind of dance would turn scarf around the neck sometimes, which was the age of my knowledge. Once I was lucky to see two snake dance naginera.
I very much liked the rain suhrdaya sampanna asked. Several were seen particularly in the midst of his house, taking the rain. His daughter did not have a lot, so I would love this wicked woman. From childhood I have seen the rain to make their home more than we would at home. Sometimes humor is the rain's father used to say, "Now let slip from the house, the family tie, the house will send you the takhanato when parents do not know." Instead of being ashamed of the words rain looked at me, half-inch by two-inch lip would have a smile. Her laughter solve the mystery of the Tintin series, I still did not get any glimpse. Thus, there can be several years. Class X and Class Seven and I read. I stopped still fret. When he was gazing at me, I see him as a sort of cartoon, cartoon thought. His long arms and legs, but it was still a joke. I am coaching one day before the exam. When it left my desk and write a labhaletara I did not know. My father never told me what happened that day, but did not think to go to my room to retrieve labhaletara horrible woman. When I got home, I saw that the two families are sitting down together. Mom gave me labhaletarata increased. At the end of the patch is a small hand-written letter, "Yours, I love the rain." I do not understand anything about this time, I wept, I cried a little when I saw the rain was across. Father, mother and two tears to see how the two of them laughing so much that I still do not understand.
Meanwhile, a couple of years passed. I'm busy at the side of the future. Calvin Reid wrote down the delicate balance scale realistically aim to show the mark could not be increased without the no. One day I suddenly remembered my birthday after seeing the rain was a gift given. Some days it does not bother me that I did not understand. Why is the desire to see him that day. And the afternoon that day, my life has been the biggest heart-quake, measuring the Richter scale, which is the level to be rescued.
That afternoon I was sitting on the roof or rain again fell ill. Otherwise, the girl next to me all day round, he would suddenly gone? Suddenly, I saw a little girl standing on a crime, I was looking yedikataya have looked. Trans-sari clad in red, light red lipstick on the lips, eyes, Kajol is pretty, her hair drop the ball looks pretty different. I like watching it rain. I got stupid worries. How big are these days rain, again rescued his angel was dead on! I told him to go slowly, "rain, that you see today is very beautiful lagachere, it seems half Godhuli adhonila and daughter came down from heaven"; Shame on the face and took off running like a rain of tomatoes.
And do not come near me bhirato rain. And if I had made a mistake due to shame in front of him and kept his head bowed. At one time I felt this girl has no relationship with my heart. When you can not sleep, I sleep, I have to say that what birabira time walking the streets, out of the house at the time of the brstidera Marie umkijhuki hope to see him a little bit. I am syasa. In the meantime, I got a chance CUET. He did not seem to be on a big wound. Cost will not be able to see most of the rain was thinking. Before the rain had wanted to speak of love, but my heart began to speak from the operating system, "the courage to submit your chest does not amount to enough, please come back recharged, thanks."
I went straight to the capital by the end of the semester, but still I could not get the courage of the first level. Easing of us used to, but I could not dare to say the word love. I can understand those who truly love, love, a gift to the people of the hard work for the first time this term. I went to see him in the midst of winter nipping Crucial. Thus, the mind is constantly lukocurite continues to play a good feeling. But suddenly everything was kind of random.
I have finals. Two days later the results will come. And just two days later, I'm going to be thinking about graduate on forming the vibration. In the meantime, comes a message to my mobile phone. Message was written, "Tomorrow is my wedding speech will ripen. If you come to love; the rain." I stood there staddha. Emon jhuke with friends from near and asked, "Why khaili khija Hello? What happened?" Asphusta voice, I just said, "The rain got married."
How could that be great friends, I realized that day harehare. Emon said to me at four in the motorcycle and started striking at night in counters. When I started the last bus has left. Except there is no way in the morning. What is more, I went with two friends on a motorcycle. I do not want to lose no rain. After all the memories of his childhood was small. If you write to me to be one of Childhood's memory will be interspersed throughout the seven pages of rain. I'm losing the rain!
In the evening, just before I got to the house. Our race did not go straight home brstidera went home. Admission guest house. Some strange guy. I was without knowledge of good and evil. Breath breath desperate to get going in front of the cinema style murabbidera did say, "This can not be married. I Love Her From Childhood!"
I looked at my father sitting there. Murubbira all started to look at each other. I've got to be crazy kisaba. What is terrible is not here today lankakanda. But suddenly the room was the roll of laughter. No one can not stop laughing. I thought maybe it was a long journey on the face of the ink smiling, looked rub cheeks with her hands. After my marriage was going to rain that day I found out.
Rain was looking at the window of the house next door. Go to the back of his neck and put his hand gingerly. Gentle rain moved. Today, he looks like angel. Pressing his cheek and said, "yet you still dustumi?" I tried to cover his face flushed with shame bahudore my dream angel came to the fore. Jariye auction hands for a lifetime. Dustumi still love him, but still increased.
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