She was not mine. Still I am followed a long way unto the rail crossing gate. Although it's not my route. I intended to lose her. Now a train is coming. A goods train gets closer. The gate was closed ...
It's her first Dates. Not actually first, it's her first date after understanding the meaning of the 'date'. She finished her high-school in village, boys are immorally naughty there. In Dhaka, she go...