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My Name is @ebrahim2021. 13 April 2021

The first kiss

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2020 There was a store on the old campus in North South, Western Grill. On the second floor there is a young woman in a sari and a tall young man sitting side by side in the winter of January. Young student from North South, young woman from Dhaka University.

The young woman does not look exactly like the Bengalis - long body, bright brown face - long hair almost to the back. I know how the fingers of the hand are like grapefruit, there is a charm that cannot be touched. The wild beauty inside the Spanish or Mexican lullabies has a profound effect. Born in Europe, grew up there too - maybe his impression will remain!

The young woman is in a very bad mood - her beloved man has deceived her very awkwardly.

His acquaintance with the young man in the story was through a Bengali social networking site called "Shonapapari" at that time. Feel good from the identity, friendship. But the intense emotion is completely one-sided, and as usual from the boy's side.

The boy did not have the courage to propose, otherwise he would lose his friendship for fear of losing. The girl said one day, she likes someone. The boy warned the girl after doing some research about that one, but in these cases caution does not work.

With a broken heart, the girl came to find comfort in the well-wisher's son - and the boy came to see her in agony.

The girl said everything, about her intimate moments with others, then about breaking her heart. The boy listened quietly, not letting Ghunaksare understand the unbearable bleeding of his heart.

At one point, the boy's ears were not listening to anything - he was staring at the girl's eyes - deep like the lake of the whole rainy season!

The girl is talking, and the boy is staring at her pelvic lips - no sound, just the microscopic movement of the lips!

It could have gone on like this for a long time, the boy's frustration was broken by the girl's call.

The girl gave a song to the boy to listen to - the boy just listened to that song a million times a day. Jagjit Singh's "Sarakhti Jaye, Rukhse, Nakab, Ahista Ahista".

Listen to a song? He played the song on the MP3 player.

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There was a strange magic inside the song, the wonderful melody of the ghazal bridged the distance of the target even while sitting side by side.

Not the girl's first, but the boy's first. The inexperienced lips of the boy touched the awaited lips of the blindfolded girl, mixing all the intensity of the wailing and love in his mind. First the lips, then the lips - then the two together.

A few seconds, just a few seconds- But for those briefest of moments, she belonged to him.

Long after that, the ice on Mount Fujiyama has melted many times in the heat of summer. Even though they live in the same world, there is an indelible distance between them.

Still, in the midst of the battle of life, the boy suddenly remembers that unforgettable memory of the first kiss.

There was a small rubbing on the teeth - the color of the dark brown lipstick on the lips, how do I know the feelings of such small microseconds are permanently settled in the memory of the boy.

Honestly, the boy doesn't even want to delete.

Whenever I remember, a smile appears on the boy's lips. He gently turns his hand to his lips, then looks at the fingers touching his lips for a while.

The boy did not win the battle of love, he fell face down to the harsh reality and the duality of society.

But in one place he has lost everyone except the Creator.

Is it possible for anyone to snatch the memories of microseconds stored inside the chest?

Ah, the first kiss !!!