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First meeting The two politics were very ordinary. Rodela was formed in the first year. New environment, new peoplemostly unfamiliar. She was in the library last night. Remembering something by the table, and forgetting about the book. Some look of the glasses calmly looked at the two, holding a book, the name read Rodela "Our Star's Fault." That moment marked the beginning of a new chapter. Arnab's conversation with the depth of the lap. From words to friendship, from friendship to love Tara unknowingly became a necessity for the next life. Rodela made me suffer, a silent secret hidden behind Arnab's smile. He never said that he had any problem, but he felt annoyed. Days of love Their love was simple, but deep. Meeting in class in the morning, meeting in the canteen, walking without holding hands in the evening these small moments were their world of happiness. Rodela loved Arnab for no reason. No conditions, without any. Date Arnab said You know Devla, I know your own peace of mind. That was the one thing Rodela said. Love was the most beautiful chapter of their lives then. Dreams, thoughts, stories of the mind everything was flowing in a strange magical stream. But love stories do not have normal completion. Some stories end midway, sometimes wet with rain, when no one understands why it happens. Separation begins Rodela came to know again and again that Arnabs family had decided something else for her. Arnab was silent. Not saying anything, just Rodela, some love is good to just remember, if it comes to reality, the police will go. Rodela tried to smile Are you Bars? Arnab did nothing. He just silently let go of Rodela's hand. That moment stopped time. The body of the freedom fighter child was wet in the rain, but something deeper was wet Rodela's heart. The days of waiting Days passed and months passed. Rodela would be on the phone screen every night, if Arnab's message came. But no, he wouldn't come to see her. Once upon a time she didn't go to me some people come just to remember, in reality. Still in that letter to Arnab. Never given. All the letters submitted to a blue notebook, not her love day. Those letters were the tears of love, the scars of tears, and the pain of imperfection. The reality of life Time erases all pain that's what they say. But Rodela knows, some pain never erases, only people get used to that pain. When Rodela heard the news of Arnab's answer, she smiled. Yes, she smiled. Because it was time to cry There was no more water. Love once made her laugh, now that love has made her silent. Night of Memories Every year on Arnab's birthday, Rodela lights a candle for the window. No, not a prayerjust a silent word. "Wherever you are, be well." That one word is the last part of her love. Definition of Love What is love? It is said to that person, whom you pray for happiness after losing. When you hear it, your chest still beats, whose name you knowhe will never return. Getting love does not mean, in love, there is silence, and unspoken tears in the heart. Final realization Years have passed. Rodela now works for another man. Life has come a long way, but Arnab's name is still written on the last page of her diary. If Arnab ever exists, then sometimes like that! But again to her own mind. " "Love is most beautiful when it is incomplete." Conclusion The pain of love is not real death, it is a kind of silent living pain, which makes it bigger. The person who has lost love, is the name of the deepest color of student life loneliness. Rainy nights still remind Rodela of Arnab. She says "Maybe, some rainwater Arnab is also thinking like me now the last rain of love.