Love Story: Someone to Love, Someone to Die

Sunday, 13 February 2011 09:01

--By Mohammed Zahir

(Editor of Studentvizsa4u.com) 13.02.2011



Seven days ago, Razu (A 32 years old romantic young, who was a smart senior executive officer of a merchandising company at Dhaka. Due to over emotions, he was so romantic and funny) received the last e-mail of Ruki;s final decision.

Ruki has written, Sorry Razu, finally I could not accept your proposal. I do not want make you so upset. Therefore, I decided to know you of my final decision. I cannot love you. I like you more. You are a very nice person; your personality attracted my attention from the beginning, when I met you first at an education fair at Dhaka Sheraton Hotel.

I attended the fair as a representative of the Rex Professional University of India. You visited our stall with your friend Mr. Bijoy. He was the Dhaka representative of our university. He introduced me with you. On that period of time, I was in Dhaka for two months.

You used to come to our Dhaka local office daily at evening. I, you and Mr. Bijoy then used to talk about more issues. Like politics, culture, lifestyle of Bangladesh and India. Our talks and gossips continued to 10 pm. Sometimes we had our dinner at Indian or Chinese restaurant at Dhaka.

Gradually a fair and true friendship has grown up between you and me. I have had a more dependable and reliable friend i you. My heart respected you more for your personality and intellectuality. Always I was delighted at your wit and humor. Your jokes and humorous massages in yahoo messenger were more joyous for me.

On the last Valentine's Day, I was at Dhaka. On 13^th February you proposed to enjoy the "Love Day" along with you. On 14^th February I was very pleased to have your accompany. On that day, you wore Bangladeshi traditional dress Pajama & Panjaby of brown color. I wore a Sky-blue saree, red tip in my forehead to attend  your request. You welcomed me with some rose flowers.

On that day, you sat beside me and passed some hours at the lake side of Ramna Park under a tree. That time, you disclosed your previous stories of your life. I enjoyed your fun. I understood your eye -language. You wanted to express something to me.

Then, your expression, behave, personality & fun took me so closer to you that I cannot think any day without you. I passed the rest of the days at Dhaka with your warm felicitation. I was so delighted to enjoy traveling over Cox's Bazar sea shore & tea estate of Sylhet with your romance.

I understood, gradually you became much weak to my mind. But, you could not express your desire of love. Finally, I left for India after my mission at Dhaka. I was so unhappy to miss a good friend like you. To see off me, you came to Dhaka airport. When I entered to immigration point, I found a little drop of tears in your two eyes. Your emotion made me so upset. You did not know, I could not feel easier on that time. My two eyes also became wet.

After returning to Delhi, I could not forget you for a little moment though I was very busy with my official duty. At every night, memories of your fun, humor and fantasy used to make me upset as I missed you. Every day, at my official hour, I joined you through Yahoo messenger.

You used to make so fun to make me happier while chatting. One day you wrote me, “Ruki, you don’t know, how much I love you. How much I feel you, how much I miss you.

Then I also replied, Razu, you are a very nice person. I respect your personality. I enjoy your fun and humor. I miss you too.

Day after day, we joined at yahoo massanger to chat each other. I wanted to give you some mental relief.

One day you wrote me, Ruki, I love you more than my heart. I want you in my life. I want to marry you. I want to be happy in my life with your blessing as my beloved wife.

At first I thought that you are joking with me. I could not believe because of my nature. As you know, I am naturally so realistic. I was in confusion at your proposal of love.

Every day, you wrote me about your desire, love, dream, future plan etc. But I could not believe you.

One day, Mr, Bijoy sent me an emergency e-mail.

Bijoy wrote, “ Ruki, I don't know, how you will take this e-mail. If you don't mind, I want to say something serious. You know, Razu is my bosom friend. You are also my good friend. I hope you came to know that Razu loves you. Really, he loves you. He does not make fun about love. He wants to marry you. He dreams you as his beloved wife. Nowadays, he is so serious about you that he cannot attend his office regularly.

Razu told me, Bijoy, do believe that I love Ruki more than my heart. I can't think another without her. I want to marry her at any way. If I don't have her love, if I cannot marry her, if I cannot make a dream world with her, so I will die.

After reading Bijoy's e-mail I understood your emotion, feeling and love to me. I was proud of your love. But I could not accept your love easily.

Razu you know that, due to misunderstandings with the authority of the university, I resigned from my post. I returned to my home town Ahmedabad of Guzrat state.

Due to some family problems I could not join you regularly in yahoo massanger. My parents wanted me to marry their selected bride Wasim Khan. He (Wasim) is an US citizen.

Then every day, you waited for me in yahoo massanger. One day, I wanted to make you understand and wrote,”Razu, I appreciate for your love. I feel pride of your love. But, due to some reality I cannot accept your love.

Then you replied, Ruki please do believe that I love you more than my heart. I am so devoted to your mind that cannot return. I want to marry you at any way & any cost. Otherwise, I will die. I will commit suicide.

I understood your feeling. But cannot allow you because I don't believe in love. Love is a very complex matter to me. I want to live a real and simple life. I don't feel interest in love. I am not so emotional like you.

I wanted to make you understand that you are a nice person. I can allow you to be a friend forever. I will remain beside you as a friend. But you did not understand my feeling and vision.

Always you requested me to accept your love, to marry you. But, due to some specific reasons, your request was like insisting to me. Firstly, you are not established. Secondly, you are much emotional and so on. I like you as a friend. I don't love you. You know better, there is far difference between Like and Love.

Anyone can like others. Like  is visible. But, anyone cannot love  other easily. Because, Love is a natural feeling to anyone. Love grows up naturally. I know if anyone falls in love of another one, so it is so hard to forget. I know you love me. Your heart burns for me. Your two eyes leave tears for me. I respect you for your emotion and love to me. I feel sorrow for you.

I don't feel love to anyone in my life. I don't allow my heart to burn for you or another one. Life is very simple to me. I want to enjoy it. I don't want pass my days and nights in a complex way.

I have decided to marry Mr. Wasim khan within a week. He is now an established businessperson in the United States. After marriage I will leave India for the USA.

Razu, I came to know you that fifteen days ago you resigned from your job in search of my love. you are getting seious illness, you are mentally upset. Why did you so that? It's your wrong idea. To have my love & to have me in your life,  you cannot do that.

I request you to live a simple life. You should take care of your career. I hope you will make a brighter career. Then you will marry a sweet girl who will share your sorrows and happiness.

I cannot accept you in my life, it is my failure. I will remember your love. Try to forget me. I know it is so hard for you to forget me, as you love me more than your heart. I know, always your heart will burn for me. I know, none can forget his love and lover.

But, I am sorry to you that I cannot value your love.
Perhaps I will not be able to meet you again in my life. Try to forget and forgive me.

Finally I request you to enjoy your life. Emotion always makes unhappy and burns the life.

Take care, Good bye.

After reading Ruki's final decision, Razu had a serious shock in his mind. He could not control his emotion and tears. Like the sky has been broken down on his head.

Razu went to Bijoy's office to have some suggestions. Bijoy told him, Razu, what can I do for you my friend. Try to forget her. Try to control your emotion. Try to make your life simple. Join your office or try to make a business. If need, I will give you money.

Razu replied with a soft crying voice, no Bijoy, It's impossible. I cannot forget her. I cannot stop my burning of my heart. I cannot stop my eyes to leave tears. I love her. I love her. I cannot think another accept her. I can die but not forget my love.

For the last few days, Razu tried to join Ruki at yahoo massanger. But she is unavailable. He sent some mails, but no reply. Thinking for her, he is now seriously ill. He cannot have food, no sleep at all in his two eyes. He is mentally dead.

For the last few days, he thought more about his life, career, dream and hope. His blind emotions made him a mad. He lost all interests of his life. He does not want to live any more.

Today, Razu tried to control his emotion, but failed. From the evening, he is moving on the road at an indifference mind. He does not know  what is his final destination. He is smoking one after another cigarettes.

Now its winter mid-night at Dhaka.From the evening, silent roads are covered with fog. Suddenly one or two vehicles run on the foggy road.

Now Razu has  no interest for life and the world where Ruki laughs and ready to enter into a new life. Burn in his heart, tears in his two eyes. He is on the middle of highway. A car is coming toward from his behind. The car driver cannot see forward clearly due to heavy dew. The car is running forward with full speed.

Suddenly, the driver found someone standing very closer to his car. The Driver is so nervous at this awful moment. He tried to control his car, but failed.

Razu understood  a car is rushing  toward him to knock. He laughs only. He is ready to say "Good Bye' to his cruel world. He does not feel hesitation.

The car is running forward knocking him heavily. Emotion, feeling, love & dream of a romantic young for a realistic girl turned into death.

Emotion makes love, love makes tears, tears make...

*Writer's short profile:

Mohammed Zahir (Zahirul Alam) was born on 07.10.1972 in Bangladesh. He used to write stories in his school life. Professionally he started to write short stories & novels in Bengali  in 1993. He also acted as a screen playwright. He was also a reporter in some newspapers till 2001. In 2007, he planned to act for world student community. On 07.12.2009 he launched Studentvisa4u.com what is now successfully used all over the world. Now he is a member of some international organizations and associations.

From childhood, he has to face cruel reality, bitter experience, sorrows, struggle and more ups & downs. He observes life from very closer with different views. He started again creative writing (Stories and Novels) in English from January 2010. In his every story and novel, readers will have the charm of romance, love, reality and humanity.
Mohammed Zahir lives in Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh.