Love Seeker

Rumpa quickly wrote a few words with black ink on the white paper and started to wonder about something.
She stared at the open sky through the grille on the window. Some black clouds had gathered from the east were slowly moving west. After a while a shallow darkness descended all around. Outside, the branches of a tall tree began to sway in a whispering sound.
The girl was distracted in her thoughts. The leaf flew off the table and fell to the ground Suddenly, Rumpa became aware of this and quickly closed the window. Are the words written on the paper important to her?

She picked up the paper and sat down at the table again Then she added two more words
To the right of the table were two or three thick books. One of them was the Bangla Dictionary. Rumpa opened it, turned the pages and began to search for the meaning of the words.

Attraction – pull, bring to yourself
Sincere – heartfelt, psychic, emotional, candid, genuine
Intimate – Intimate (relationship), intimate (friend)
Love – love, romance, affection, affection, affection, devotion
Relationships – Relationships, Relationships, Connections
Heart – chest ground, inner part of chest; Mind, heart, mind

The girl had a black handsome face in front of her eyes. It was as if the inside of her chest was feeling empty. She did not understand what unknown attraction was drawing her.
Rumpa is in 12th grade, at Garden High School. She has her high school exams coming up in three months. Studying is going on in full swing. Her mother admitted her to Prabir Babu’s tuition this year to improve her marks in Bengali. Many students from Rumpa’s school took tuition from Prabirbabu.

One day the girl had reached the class a little earlier. A tall black boy from her school, was laughing and talking to some of his friends. Rumpa looked at him and couldn’t take her eyes off him for a moment. She felt the pull of an invisible magnet. After a while, Rumpa had to look away.
As soon as Prabirbabu entered the room, he turned his focus at the boys and asked, “Krishnendu, what are you talking about?” The black boy turned around and said, “Nothing, Sir. We were talking about the new dog at Nilu’s house.” Prabirbabu smiled and said, “Well, let’s sit down and open the book.” Krishnendu winked at his friends. The naughty smile on his face said that Prabirbabu was not told the truth about their story. This kindled further Rumpa’s curiosity about him.

That day, half of Prabirbabu’s words did not reach her ears The book on the history of Bengali literature was opened in front of her, at the opening line of the Charyapada:

What happened to Radha’s heartache?
Sitting by herself, alone, without listening to anyone’s words ||

being under the influence of love, Rumpa got her first shock about a week later. Suddenly she started having stomach aches during the English class. After enduring for a while, she raised his hand and asked Miss Lena’s permission to go to the girls’ bathroom. Row upon row of five doors were open but Rumpa still stood there without getting in. In front of the last door, Krishnendu hugged Zeenat and kissed her on the lips. As soon as he saw Rumpa, he smiled and said, “Come on, you haven’t seen anything.”
Rumpa’s heart was pounding. She thought it might explode soon. But she felt relieved for a moment after solving her stomach-ache problem Was she dreaming? Or is Zeenat’s luck really that good ? she remembered the words, “But you haven’t seen anything.” She decided, right then and there that she will never to talk to them again.

The wind was blowing outside, with a loud whispering sound. She had closed the window herself. Now she could clearly hear that it had started to rain. Thinking about all this, Rumpa’s kajal-clad bright eyes filled with tears. She quickly wiped them with the sleeve of her blouse. She did not like crying. What a helpless lifeless existence it seems. She saw that for herself when Krishnendu was crying that day. He was walking alone on the way to the school. Seeing her, he quickly wiped his eyes and tried to smile. But she did not like that artificial smile. Seeing Rumpa’s compassionate face, he felt a little uncomfortable. He sighed and said, ” Damn, it is useless to think, nobody cares. My parents are getting separated.” Rumpa felt a hard jolt again. Her mind became anxious with the grief of her loved one. Sorrow and happiness seem to come hand in hand. There is sadness in bondage and sorrow in the release of bondage, as well. What can our the poor mind do?

After that day, they would occasionally meet in the alley leading to the school. Rumpa used to tell her friend about her day. Gradually she realized that she could not free herself from this attraction.

Going out through the school gate last Thursday, a little farther down, where the alley became a little wider and curved by the side of the park, Rumpa saw five or six boys standing and smoking. Rumpa saw that they were Krishnendu’s friends. It seemed to her that Krishnendu may also standing there. Out of curiosity, she crossed the road and came near the boys. The smell of smoke was unfamiliar to her. The cigarettes looked like they were badly made, crumpled and uneven. Rumpa suddenly felt frightened.

A boy with curly hair looked at her, his eyes were red, intoxicated, coming from another world. But the gaze was not looking at her. It seemed to pierce her body and looking beyond. It was as if her body had become transparent and something could be seen inside As soon as the boy raised his hand, Rumpa slipped away and started running with all her strength and finally she stopped at the bus stop, ahead. She didn’t get so scared for many many days.

As she thought, Rumpa’s heart was beating fast. How strange was the look in those eyes, far from reality. Is it possible to get rid of life’s pain, this way? She couldn’t think anymore. How her head was throbbing. After a while, she leaned her head on the table and fell asleep.

In the park, under a big banyan tree, a young girl in a sari was lying with her head on Krishnendu’s lap. Going closer, Rumpa saw that her face was exactly like hers The attractive eyes wearing kajal, were calling her. Krishnendu was running his fingers through her hair. Mother’s sweet voice came from afar, “Get up dear, get up from the table, go sleep in your bed.” Rumpa didn’t want to get up. Her heart was full of unparalleled joy.

Today her backpack is light. It is the last day of school. A familiar call came from behind, “Rumpa, wait up!” The girl looked around and smiled brightly. Krishnendu’s gaze stopped at her face for a moment “You’re so happy today. What’s the matter?” Rumpa chuckled and said, “Just like that!” “Then be just like that. It suits you.” The two of them looked up at each other and laughed heartily, just like that.