That was a late
October evening, the very first day that I ever saw you.
Love at first site you may say. What a feelings.
I knew right then that I will be spending rest of my life
with you. I still remember the very first smile in your
face, looking down to me from your balcony. WOW, how
could I forget that.
That was the year 1980, my very first year in Dhaka
University. Life was wonderful, lots of fun at the
university and home, in the old town of Dhaka. Just
came out of all male college. Got the freedom of my life. No
restriction from home, I can come home whenever I like or do
whatever I want to do. Just like a bird, no limit.
To be honest until that late October day, I did not a have
any female friends. So you can forget about a girlfriend.
I was very shy and always nervous when surrounded women.
But that afternoon, a RED piece of thin cloth (Orna) just
changed all that.
I was walking down the street, just enjoying a wonderful
late afternoon. All of a sudden, a piece of cloth just
dropped on me, covering my whole upper body. I got
surprised and uncover myself. Look around me and then
looked up. There you were standing on your first floor
balcony and laughing at me. That was the first time I
have ever seen someone that pretty.
I am sorry - you said with big smile in your face.
My "orna" just dropped
out, would you mind to hold on to it I am coming down.
No word out of my mouth. Is this really happening to
me . Did she said that she is coming down. I
look around nervously. Should I just wait or should I
leave. Where do I go. I see a little stair going
from the street to the down stair of that house. I looked in
by extending my head. Should I go in?
Before I decide I see you standing by the door. Just 5
feet away, with a great smile on your face.
Sorry for that, could I have my ""Orna""
please - you said.
Sure, Sure, here it is - I replied
with a very nervous voice. I step up to her and
hand over her ""Orna"".
Thanks, do you live around here?
you asked.
Yes - I said.
Thanks again. I will see you
again.
I nod my head with agreement.
That was my
first conversation with you and for sure was not the last.
My first love - I love you.
Sharju
Dhaka, Bangladesh.
To my loving wife Sylvia - the same
girl that I am long married to.
