Bisal Ahmed :

I am neither a poet nor a writer, but in the words of a poet, “When did I see you, That day was Thursday! I haven’t seen you for a million years.”
I think of you almost every day, I feel happy when I think of you and feel a little bad if you forget me because of that. I have only met you for 2 days, I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you. You are a fairy in a fictional sense. Which prevents Vishal’s mind from settling. Your marriage with me met at home, may our end result be this too. Even in the age of iPhone 15, it’s familial whether you’re on the phone or not, and I hope to get you like it was in the 90s without communication. Everything is possible if you want.

Love is in the world but everyone has to find it and love it. I am writing about you because, if you ever read these articles, you will understand that my house is about 1 hour and 30 minutes away in the same district. But now I am away for studies, about 250 km, but don’t forget me. One thing I like is that you are one of my relatives. I didn’t talk to you directly but we both made eye contact. I see my love in your eyes but if you forget because of this lack of contact then I will be as sad as you will be. I want you in writing. Please don’t forget me Zara. Rangpur is not far from Parvatipur and there is no distance to speak of. You don’t belong to anyone else.