On one unlucky day she approached to him just like a lark and talked a while with him. By the by she asked his name She was told that his name was Mr. Hemidur Rahman. Perhaps, the dying sun smiled as a witness of it beyond the high cliffs and the Northern breeze could keep them cool no more when they were hidden from the human eyes for a glance also. She seemed to be very cheerful to hear it. But he could not understand her so-called pleasure. She forwarded towards her hostel keeping her heart somewhere away from her within. What unbearable tragedy they would have to shoulder, I mean, they could not think at such a pompous moment.
Days rolled on They came closer and closer without their cons- ciousness. She became very polite and simple as like a devoted lover. Their love was polished and heavenly... One could die at the absence of the other. What was more? In their sweet dreams they saw a clear and beautiful earth--full of love and kindness.
His orthodox father informed him to be married which depended upon his own choice. He thought as if the harvesting was coming after a long labour and waiting.
Next day he told her about it when they met in the evening. He asked her parent's name and home address so that his father might go to the same. She added with a penetrating smile, "My father's name is Mahmad Ali, and..." "How is that! —are you a Mahamedan girl" he uttered abruptly as if he was thrown to a deep waterless well. "Yes, my dear, are you not ?"-Sparks of love and fear appeared in her eyes. Wild she became. "No, I am a Hindu boy, named Mr. Puspodhor Tamuli. On that unlucky day I only made fun with you. Oh, how unwise I was to commit this 1 You could see the Great Chinese Wall of our religion which made you to know my caste. But dear, today's world would not support it. I would express this frankly to my father...." His voice quivered after which he could utter not a single word though there were many more to say. She pressed him tightly by her arms and said with a sigh, "Don't lead me to grave, I pray you for heaven's sake-don't....." All her cryings ended in herself which could not come out of her. How and when they reached their respective hostels they could not percieve.
... His father heard him saying. No pity was shown to him