If it matches someone's real life, it will only be a coincidence, this story is his and this story is his. He and he can be any of us, there are many of them in our society and today I would like to dedicate this story to all of them.
This is a simple and average love story that has been happening in every village and city of Nepal, repeating, repeating, but certainly not old.
Remember him
At that time, the page of the copy hidden in the palm of his hand, which contained the feeling of love, he also learned to love by watching the movie. Everywhere in school there was skepticism about her and her relationship, where to go on a date like Aliheka's children and she remembers and feels tired, how easy it would have been to make love if Zuckerberg had invented Facebook at that time.
The first love proposal was made on the day of Saraswati Puja out of fear, the answer did not come. He did not back down, thinking that unrequited love was almost the same as accepting it. He also knew that she would come to the market on Thursdays, but not to talk, hug or meet, just to show up. There was no limit to the happiness of others on Saturdays and holidays, but she loved the day she went to school, to see her ....
It all started when he and she were both in school. He had a half-painted bicycle that he could ride in a variety of ways, such as leaving one hand, sitting on the back, standing, and leaving both hands, with a slightly open path. The love story with him was moving forward along with the eyes of both of them and the pedal of his bicycle. On New Year's Eve, he wrote a New Year's greeting in English on a postcard with a photo of a Bollywood heroine in the market, "One glass of water to a glass of beer, oh my dear, happy new year."
In this short love story she left him for many reasons which I don't want to mention here. She couldn't be his Juliet or let's just say she couldn't be his Jack and the Titanic of their love sank. He and her parted, the dream came true. Her wedding invitation also came to her house but she did not go. My father went home and told me at home about the pomp and circumstance of his marriage. What could be worse than this?
The boy who lives abroad earns so much a month. In the last four years, he has bought ten wooden blocks on the side of the road in the name of his mother. Happily, he must have been happy. If I had, I would not have been able to buy a tola of gold even with 6 months' earnings. It would have been fine. So far, foreigners have bought him a lot of gold. But if she had been here with me again, she would not have been on her own soil. I would have loved her even if I could not buy anything. You know what Did we both get married and go abroad? He is still preoccupied with such possibilities.
His present
Everything up front is flashback. Even today, he does not heal the voice of the big pillar from abroad who has his own reasons. In each pile, Nepali brothers living abroad, carrying clean clothes, carrying suitcases and bags, go from village to town and search for a good-natured, decent and loving wife whom they take with them as if they had been taken abroad ... Her mouth became unhappy.
And then many indigenous Romeos like him have to live on half-colored bicycles, memories and some torn letters, it's hard, he added.
Her heart still says that she loved him, Ray still remembers her and cries a lot abroad.
He has a request, please don't come on a big plane and take away the love of small people like him? You go abroad, you earn there, you live there, but some foreigners or natives who are there get married. Please don't come here and take away the love of others, please
This world is round, there are many gaps and life is long. One day he will meet him at such a crossroads and ask him! Why did you do that? Of course, no matter how much he disobeyed, did the believers agree? Her parents were overjoyed to be able to send their only daughter abroad and rehabilitate Lahure. After hearing that he was in the hospital, he went on the same bicycle to take his mother. Her mother-in-law was crying because she could not find her daughter. Why should anyone who wants to be near his daughter send seven seas? He was sitting at the door of the hospital room thinking. The old woman has come home a little confused, but from time to time she keeps getting tired! After getting married, it was heard that he would come for the first time in four years
When the emotion came up, the answer would come without a question, he was gradually presenting the answer without a question ....
After all, after the arrival of Sukumar from abroad, there is no one waiting for the herdsmen of the village? Why is it that after coming from abroad, everyone's mind is melting and she did not get the result of Plus Two.
She is gone and her life is gone but time will not stop. Every morning the sun rose and set in the evening as they were, winter and summer were passing like time, Dashain came, Tihar came only Ainon and he did not leave his mind.
It's harder to forget but easier to remember, he takes a deep breath ...
He has eaten even while living in the village. Where can you get as much as a dollar, but there is enough to eat. When he arrived, he approached herHe didn't even want to do that. He had once added him on Facebook. But there was no acceptance?
This is his habit, to keep anything pending. He smiled when the first proposal was made but no reply was pending and the request is still pending. Now I am not sitting in the pending, she will leave but nothing. He was now looking for another one.
Many of them are living in their bereavement, many of them are in love with third parties from abroad and such stories have been born. If it matches someone's life, it will be a coincidence. Why did she do that? Why leave her His feelings are not included in this story. As a writer, I want to dig into half of this story with him. One day, after meeting him, I will complete this story. Let me know if you can figure it out. After all, what kind of life is she living now? Beyond the village, in the big city, could she have forgotten him, or is she still to be forgotten?
Here, his life is full of many stories and characters. Nowadays he has become my best friend, I have met him day by day, now I write his stories. One day I will come again with his story. Until then, "A garland of gold to the hearer, a garland of flowers to the one who hears it, this story will be told at the beginning."
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