{LOVE STORY} ❤ A quiet journey of love

It was seven minutes away from the scheduled time. The boy was disappointed that now the girl will not come. Only then, a girl holding a small envelope in her hand appeared from the stairs. On the bank accidentally, the place near the boy was empty, where the girl sat There were so many people sitting around that it seemed impossible to talk. There was a storm in the boy's heart. She wanted to say something at least to the girl, as the words of farewell. But in the library, there was a lot of silence among the people who read the newspaper with a frankness, it was not possible. The boy looked towards the girl with the girlish eyes. He was also pretending to read the newspaper in front of him.

The boy sat in front of the newspaper in front of the library, but all his attention was on the stairs. As soon as somebody comes to the stairs, there is no doubt about it, they look intently and look around. She had hoped that the girl would come. In fact, he himself had arrived fifteen-twenty minutes prior to the scheduled time. Today, the girl had to come under all circumstances, because she was going to Delhi to join the job.
The visit of both of them in this town was just like that. Despite suffering for each other the whole day, they could get it for only three to four minutes in ten to fifteen days. Even during this short visit, they would not normally have talked about each other. The medium of their conversation was that they had remained slips, which used to write to each other. In these same slips, they used to give all their emotions, all their pain. It was decided by the slips, the place of their next meeting and their time.

In fact, it was not so easy to talk to each other in a small town. The thing could have been done somewhere, but the news of talking was not long in spreading across the entire town like wildfire. In spite of being a young age, there was so much understanding between boys and girls that they neither wanted themselves nor their people to be defamed. That's why whenever they met each other, they did the same thing, that is not to talk. Yes, occasional exchange of sentences was done once the opportunity was received.
The boy had kept a watch on the people in front of the newspaper. It was very important to keep in mind that none of those people knew about her identity. At the same time it was also necessary to take care of the fact that a person sitting there should not suspect that he came from any other intention but not for reading the newspaper. There was a problem too. In front, there were shelves filled with books, besides the librarian in the room, many people were present. In that room, people used to come and go.

The boy-girl met in a typing class almost a year ago. The boy had given a pretext to get a job after doing BA and then started to get into this class to learn typing. From the second day of starting to come here, she started paying attention to the girl who left a typewriter, typing on the next typewriter. He used to come only two to three o'clock. Though she had a small stature, a simple girl, but did not know why the boy was very attractive. Despite being typing simultaneously for almost a month, only a time was talked between them, when the girl had asked the boy to take his typewriter slightly to the other side. It was definitely a matter of fact that during the type of writing, the boy used to look and look at the girl. During this look, sometimes the girl looked at the boy. Although the boy wanted very much to talk to the girl, but did not have the courage to do so in his own way. Of course, he knew from the register of class that the name of the girl was a dream.

Then suddenly the girl stopped appearing in the typing class. For two or four days, the boy kept thinking that he would have gone out or sick. But when the appearance of the girl did not appear for a whole week, she found out through the register of the class, that the girl now comes there between four to five. The boy changed his time to four to five. Along with the change of the typewriter, the girl got married. Now they both sit around and type in typing.

Then gradually the process of things started in them. According to the atmosphere of the town, nothing more could be said. But after only about ten-twelve days, when a friend of the boy, Vipin asked him, if the stitches are fit, then he is left with nothing. The boy understood it completely by listening to his friend, that it is not right to stretch this situation further. He changed his typewriter by talking to the girl. Now she had started sitting away from him. They found a new way of talking to each other. They can express their feelings on small slips and keep them in the book and catch each other. But the method of giving a slip by keeping it inside the book can only be done for two to four days. Soon the boy and girl realized that it is not okay to exchange books in such a way every day. Then he removed a new way, that the nibs in the pen, etc., put the slip in the place and started giving each other. It was not easy to bring such a 'pen' to each other. For this, it used to be done that, one of the two types of typing, went to the other to find another card with a type of typing material and keep it there silently.
But soon the boy felt that the matter of the relationship between them was spreading. This happened when the type class owner warned him that all this would not happen here. Then the boy talked to the girl again and got her time done from five to six o'clock.

Now the only way to meet the two of them was to stay away from typing the girl, typing a bicycle on time before typing class, and going back to the typing class. In such a case, sometimes they see each other walking and going on the road. Sometimes, it is not possible to see each other when the account of one minute or two is messy. There was no question of talking to each other in such a way.

Then a few months later the girl stopped learning to type. Perhaps the reason for his economic condition was such a boy. The boy used to go to the library everyday after noon. One day or not, how did the girl get her in the library? Now they got a new place to meet each other. There were three libraries in the town, which were not much bigger. One of them was very small - just like a small room. Now the boy writes a letter to the girl's house, and after the name of Madhu and the girl, write a letter to the boy Ramesh's name. The codes can be replaced by words, date and time, and in such a way, they can be found once in ten-fifteen days. In these same interviews, they will be able to catch their own slips, in some way, with each other.

Today's meeting was similarly decided through a chitti, which was written by the boy. The discomfort of the girl was growing. He was convinced that the girl got his letter. His eyes repeatedly collided with his wrist watch. It was seven minutes away from the scheduled time. The boy was disappointed that now the girl will not come. Only then, a girl holding a small envelope in her hand appeared from the stairs. On the bank accidentally, the place near the boy was empty, where the girl sat There were so many people sitting around that it seemed impossible to talk. There was a storm in the boy's heart. She wanted to say something at least to the girl, as the words of farewell. But in the library, there was a lot of silence among the people who read the newspaper with a frankness, it was not possible. The boy looked towards the girl with the girlish eyes. He was also pretending to read the newspaper in front of him.
Many minutes passed in this venture. The boy was feeling very uneasy. Earlier, there were many such occasions when he met in the library in such a way that he could not talk to each other, but today was special. Once after going to Delhi, I would not have known if the boy had to come back again.
Then suddenly the girl kept the envelope on the table, slowly whispering her side, 'All the best!' Upon listening to these words, the faces of three-four people sitting around suddenly turned to the girl, who was then stepping up from the bench to the stairs. Feeling shy, fear and frightening the boy's face became pale and sweat on his forehead looked silly. It is not possible for him to get the courage to see the girl going towards the stairs. He stared in the same way, pretended to read the newspaper.