The painful end of a sweet love story.
"Jalebi ..... Jalebi, Garamargam Jalebi"
Jalebi was on the road side to build and sell jalebi
In the cold winter, the fragrance of hot jalebi brings water to everyone's mouth. I had come too, but in the eyes ...
1 year ago
"Brother, give 1 pack of jalebi. It is hot"
For most private people like me, who live in a rented room in the city, after the whole day the heart comes to the crossroads in the evening when they have to decide whether to cook food today or eat outside. And finally, the decision is to eat out.
Now, when you have to eat outside, then what is the use of eating lentils? Something tastier!
And then see, Chaumin burgers and golgapes fall into the stomach. When the taste is concerned, then the anxiety of health is slowly slid into the side.
The taste of everyone's taste is different.Anyone likes sweetness after eating sweet, then sweet after eating somebody's sweetness.
Here the talk was common but now people come on.
I often used to eat the food in the night, and I used to cry out loud and steal the appetite of stomach. I used to eat my favorite Jalebi.
There was a little market from my rented room. It was in a corner of her Jalebi wala. When the market was small and Jalebi had only one shop, then a crowd of Jalebi lovers like me used to be there often.
"Bhaiya Jalebi Dedo, how long have you been standing" I reiterated my point
By saying "now give it up", he came out of the wick and gave it to the girl standing next to my hands after the last ritual jalebi of hot jalebi.And again started making jalebi in kadahi.
"What was this, brother, I am standing up and gave it to you" I said shaking
"Do not Take It Anything" In the quiet voice the girl said that I had not even seen properly in the Jalebi battle
From the innocence of her face, I was shaking myself.If there was some nimble girl in the city then it was a matter.But her innocent eyes were embarrassing me.
"No you take me, I will wait 2 minutes" I said
She went. Thinking about that voice came
"Brother, here are your jalebi"
I took jalebi and came to the room
The next day, I mean again next evening I was in the crowd of Jalebi people.
I used to figure out my number in the crowd that she again showed the same shyness face. I retreated and allowed her to take jalebi first.
It remained like 2-4 days. Sometimes she looks, never
It was raining and it was raining all day. People were not coming out from the house.I came from the office in the evening and reached the Jalebi person. There was no crowd here. Someone was coming to some one and there was no rain
To get away soon, get out. It was not my jalebi love but laziness was to make food. I took jalebi and used to take the pouch in hand that it came. To see him, I stopped the bag on the pretext of putting the pouch in the bag.God had probably known that he helped me even for my excuse.The rain started.I immediately pulled the umbrella from the bag and said nothing without him Taken under the umbrella. Here was no sense of consensus or disagreement. He also stood silently without saying anything.
The rain did not stop for a long time. She was getting uncomfortable.
Maybe it was lying down but something was not speaking.
"Do not trust the rain when it will stop. Let's leave you in auto"
He said nothing without coming to the road along with me. I stopped every auto coming from the road and asked. After some time, an auto got for his house. She sat in auto and shouted "Thank you"
Thank you for the habit of listening, but today's Thank You was giving a different happiness
I raised my head up and said to God
"Thank you"
She got it again the next evening.But today she looked like her.Also there was some moisture too for me. These small encounters of everyday life in our feelings, when Jalebi Sweets sweetened, I do not know
One day mobile was lost in the fake world of Facebook. The thumb stopped stopping A picture appeared. The above was written "people you may know"
And this was the same picture that I knew but wanted to know more. I sent the request closed and closed the eyes for 1 hour. I kept watching the mobile screen that when the news came, which I was eagerly waiting for. It did not come at around eleven o'clock If I had to go to office on the next day, then I fell asleep.
When I got up in the morning and opened the mobile, I was almost screaming with joy. He had accepted the request.I started nervous, "Hi"
After a while, his reply came. In this way, both of us were in the process of conversation.
Now the conversation in everyday messages and the evening was met at the Jalebi shop.
One day I asked "what can we get"
She did not answer
In the evening the message came "There is a park near the market there waiting for you"
I had just left the office. Automatically automated and reached the park.
She was sitting in a corner.She was trying to hide herself with the eyes of the people.I felt bad because of me that she is sitting here scared, she is hiding herself from the people.But despite this she is waiting for me It is also good to see it.
I went to him and sat down. He was bent down and looked down. Could not say anything. Here, my situation was similar. I did not understand how to start the conversation. I slowly put my hand on his hand. The touch was speaking all without loophole.
"I will go now" she said
"So see you tomorrow, at the Jalebi shop" I said
He ran away
The next day I made him a message all day but did not answer
I thought that the matter happened.
But she did not even come to the Jalebi shop in the evening.
From 2 days it was not talked to him nor got that evening.
There was some conversation at the Jalebi shop next evening
"Hey brother came here only to collect jalebi" One said
"Brother sahib is so excited to fall from the roof, he heard that he was fighting with a boy of another religion and his family knew him"
The life of an innocent was taken away
Who is responsible for this
I do not know my religion or religion
But the love for society was lost once more.
THANKING YOU........
"Jalebi ..... Jalebi, Garamargam Jalebi"
Jalebi was on the road side to build and sell jalebi
In the cold winter, the fragrance of hot jalebi brings water to everyone's mouth. I had come too, but in the eyes ...
1 year ago
"Brother, give 1 pack of jalebi. It is hot"
For most private people like me, who live in a rented room in the city, after the whole day the heart comes to the crossroads in the evening when they have to decide whether to cook food today or eat outside. And finally, the decision is to eat out.
Now, when you have to eat outside, then what is the use of eating lentils? Something tastier!
And then see, Chaumin burgers and golgapes fall into the stomach. When the taste is concerned, then the anxiety of health is slowly slid into the side.
The taste of everyone's taste is different.Anyone likes sweetness after eating sweet, then sweet after eating somebody's sweetness.
Here the talk was common but now people come on.
I often used to eat the food in the night, and I used to cry out loud and steal the appetite of stomach. I used to eat my favorite Jalebi.
There was a little market from my rented room. It was in a corner of her Jalebi wala. When the market was small and Jalebi had only one shop, then a crowd of Jalebi lovers like me used to be there often.
"Bhaiya Jalebi Dedo, how long have you been standing" I reiterated my point
By saying "now give it up", he came out of the wick and gave it to the girl standing next to my hands after the last ritual jalebi of hot jalebi.And again started making jalebi in kadahi.
"What was this, brother, I am standing up and gave it to you" I said shaking
"Do not Take It Anything" In the quiet voice the girl said that I had not even seen properly in the Jalebi battle
From the innocence of her face, I was shaking myself.If there was some nimble girl in the city then it was a matter.But her innocent eyes were embarrassing me.
"No you take me, I will wait 2 minutes" I said
She went. Thinking about that voice came
"Brother, here are your jalebi"
I took jalebi and came to the room
The next day, I mean again next evening I was in the crowd of Jalebi people.
I used to figure out my number in the crowd that she again showed the same shyness face. I retreated and allowed her to take jalebi first.
It remained like 2-4 days. Sometimes she looks, never
It was raining and it was raining all day. People were not coming out from the house.I came from the office in the evening and reached the Jalebi person. There was no crowd here. Someone was coming to some one and there was no rain
To get away soon, get out. It was not my jalebi love but laziness was to make food. I took jalebi and used to take the pouch in hand that it came. To see him, I stopped the bag on the pretext of putting the pouch in the bag.God had probably known that he helped me even for my excuse.The rain started.I immediately pulled the umbrella from the bag and said nothing without him Taken under the umbrella. Here was no sense of consensus or disagreement. He also stood silently without saying anything.
The rain did not stop for a long time. She was getting uncomfortable.
Maybe it was lying down but something was not speaking.
"Do not trust the rain when it will stop. Let's leave you in auto"
He said nothing without coming to the road along with me. I stopped every auto coming from the road and asked. After some time, an auto got for his house. She sat in auto and shouted "Thank you"
Thank you for the habit of listening, but today's Thank You was giving a different happiness
I raised my head up and said to God
"Thank you"
She got it again the next evening.But today she looked like her.Also there was some moisture too for me. These small encounters of everyday life in our feelings, when Jalebi Sweets sweetened, I do not know
One day mobile was lost in the fake world of Facebook. The thumb stopped stopping A picture appeared. The above was written "people you may know"
And this was the same picture that I knew but wanted to know more. I sent the request closed and closed the eyes for 1 hour. I kept watching the mobile screen that when the news came, which I was eagerly waiting for. It did not come at around eleven o'clock If I had to go to office on the next day, then I fell asleep.
When I got up in the morning and opened the mobile, I was almost screaming with joy. He had accepted the request.I started nervous, "Hi"
After a while, his reply came. In this way, both of us were in the process of conversation.
Now the conversation in everyday messages and the evening was met at the Jalebi shop.
One day I asked "what can we get"
She did not answer
In the evening the message came "There is a park near the market there waiting for you"
I had just left the office. Automatically automated and reached the park.
She was sitting in a corner.She was trying to hide herself with the eyes of the people.I felt bad because of me that she is sitting here scared, she is hiding herself from the people.But despite this she is waiting for me It is also good to see it.
I went to him and sat down. He was bent down and looked down. Could not say anything. Here, my situation was similar. I did not understand how to start the conversation. I slowly put my hand on his hand. The touch was speaking all without loophole.
"I will go now" she said
"So see you tomorrow, at the Jalebi shop" I said
He ran away
The next day I made him a message all day but did not answer
I thought that the matter happened.
But she did not even come to the Jalebi shop in the evening.
From 2 days it was not talked to him nor got that evening.
There was some conversation at the Jalebi shop next evening
"Hey brother came here only to collect jalebi" One said
"Brother sahib is so excited to fall from the roof, he heard that he was fighting with a boy of another religion and his family knew him"
The life of an innocent was taken away
Who is responsible for this
I do not know my religion or religion
But the love for society was lost once more.
THANKING YOU........
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