Too many love stories, which one to tell ? Anyway, start with my first love.
My first love happened when i was in Class 2 in 1989. I was living in Moulovibazar, Sylhet. Both her father and my father were Govt officials but in two different ministry. Our houses were also in the same area. She was very cute and friendly unlike me. I am a very shy person. Hardly make friendship at the first meeting. Anyway, I don't know why she really cared for me, and liked me. May be i was the only person who did not bother any girls in the class. I remember, once i forgot to bring pencil box and she was kind enough to share her pencil box with me. She also used to help me doing my home work. All those little things of her made me weak towards her
. I still remember, i used to stand up at school balcony to see her coming in the school
. But too bad, my first love did not last long as her father was transferred to other place. I don't know where she is now and how she is doing. I really wish if i could see her one more time now