Love story
(An adult boy's love story)
At first, Jayanti couldn't believe the news.
At the Sanjay railway station, a passenger escaped with his purse and was caught by the railway police. He is in custody today and will be arraigned in court tomorrow.
Sanjay, a third-year engineering student at IIT Kharagpur. Why did he come to Kharagpur railway station, five kilometers from the campus?
He got a place in Kharagpur IIT, claiming to have a very good position in Giant Entrance. It was against the will of her husband that Jayanti sent her son to Kharagpur without attending any engineering college in Odisha. Her performance at the institute has been unexpectedly good for the past three years. After finishing engineering, he received an MBA. They had already decided to send him to the United States.
Jayanti could not believe it at first when Kharagpur Railway Police took her house phone number from Sanjay and called her.
Protested - impossible! You have arrested my son Sanjay Bishwal on false charges. He is a meritorious student of Kharagpur IIT. Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly. Her father was an IAS officer. Officer. I am a college professor. In what grief would my son flee with the purse from the passenger's pocket?
Railway Police O.C. First in Hindi and then in English - OK, we informed you as usual. What you say will be said in court tomorrow.
Then the voice was as soft as possible and explained in Bengali - although unpleasant, it was true that if the railway police had not reached the spot, the passengers would have registered the son’s body. If he had been a juvenile, we would have given him a gentle rebuke. But Sanjay Bishwal's own confession is that he is nineteen years old.
The receipt fell out of Jayanti's hand. A frosty shiver of terror spread from his palms to his soles. Her eyes were blinded to tears after she informed the secretariat of her son's crime on her mobile phone.
They used to come to the station on the first weekend. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally, I kneel at my feet and pray - take me out of here quickly. Classroom Lectures, Seminars, Workers-Projects -Ah, my breathing will stop Sanjay!
My earth is too small. I am reluctant to leave the hostel, campus and go elsewhere. I myself am a prisoner of war. Where can I find a different place to give you oxygen?
Not in anger or pride; In a state of intense agitation, the grass of the eye draws the coin of prayer and says the grass -
- Then take it to the train station. He will be seen with the man. He is no longer willing to give the rest of the tablets - I have the money today -
You quit these drugs. Otherwise -
Otherwise you will end the friendship with me. You will leave me alone. Come on! Okay I went.
She should have been let go. But when the ladies' hostel began to move in the opposite direction, Sanjay's chest began to blow like dust, and a hail of emptiness erupted in his chest.
Trina Gupta is a deciduous flower in a desolate garden. He has LSD in flowers. The smell of. Her mother is a divorced woman. After the divorce, her film sponsor father did not leave, but kept another actress. He was named one of the top 20 in the West Bengal High School Examination. I. T. Filled in. She has to pay for her hostel, her tuition, on one condition - the condition is that she will not have any contact with her mother. From the day he breaks this condition, he will stop sending all his expenses.
Trina Baba, her mother's house, has been crushed during the war and has become a fragmentary stone. When Mom calls, she cuts off without speaking. He hated going to his father's house when all the students went home on vacation. Where she has no mother, she is not home. He hates stepping into the house. This hatred of himself has made him addicted to drugs. As much money as her father sends from home, it is enough to cover her college and hostel expenses, but Neant to buy drugs.
Sanjay only found out last year that Trina was taking drugs. The grass is very mature in reading. Her performance in the test is also excellent. But towards the end of the second year, her health suddenly seemed to be tarnished. He speaks very little. A long time in a rhythm.
At the end of the institute's class, he does not go to the hostel and walks off campus with Kripan Singh.
Not a benevolent student, but an instructor at the institute. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. But it was on the campus that soft-spoken genius Kripan Singh dragged him into the dark world of banned drugs. At first he used to buy grass powder and tablets with his own money, then when he became intoxicated he had to buy poison pills with his own money. When the time came, she had to beg others to buy her powder.
Once, as he was leaving the hostel to get into Kripan Singh's car, Sanjay fell into the grass. Seeing why, he refused to get into Kripan Singh's car.
Grinning at Sanjay, Kripan Singh drove away and Trina walked over to him.
You saved me from an inevitable danger. I have borrowed about fifteen thousand rupees from Kripan Singh. "She was released this morning; she's talked to her father and she's fine. I had to spend the night with a friend who would lend me money.
Then, without looking at her face again, she slowly returned to her hostel. Although he wanted to call her back, Sanjay did not speak.
No matter how hard he tried that night, he couldn't sleep. He has nothing to do with the grass, which he hopes will return to the hostel without a car to repay Kripan Singh's debt.
Or how long can the bereaved Trinagupta Kripan Singh keep his body clean without getting in the car?
The next day, as soon as he was seen at the institute, he was smiling and walking down the grass. Grass! Listen to me
The grass did not come to him, but stood where it was. Sanjay walked over to her and handed her a closed envelope.
What is this Love letter
No - fifteen thousand rupees. Return the money to Kripan Singh and get rid of the debt.
"It simply came to our notice then," said Tran, with a soft grin on his face. Instead of Kripan Singh, I was indebted to you.
Shut up for a while.
Then he said in a soft voice, "The money you are giving is not a long-term loan, but a long-term loan." You will not be asked to repay this loan in the near future.
There was no such thing as a debt-ridden mentality. It was not possible for him to manage the cost of the drug, as his father used to send it to him every month. He could not give up drugs, and he borrowed thousands of dollars every month. There was nothing wrong with that.
Grass! These drugs will destroy Tamar. Have you ever seen your face in the mirror? Day by day you have become a thorn in the side. Please! Quit this addiction.
Talking about quitting drugs makes him very offended. Feels very humiliated. At times, the wind blows like a roar - or it screams loudly.
But the grass did not do so at the time. Her sad eyes suddenly softened. Mohit looked at her and said, "Why is Tamar so focused on my body?" Want to enjoy me? See if at this point-
Before the end of the day, Trina began unbuttoning her shirt and blouse. Sanjay's eyes widened in terror as his naked nipples appeared inside the thin mesh bra. She screamed in a low voice.
Stop this madness. Do not make yourself small by uncovering the body. I will never tell you to give up drugs again. You go to hell?
"I'm in hell," Trina said, adjusting her clothes. What other scripture - do you want to send me to the so-called hell?
After that, the grass was silent for a while. "It simply came to our notice then," he said as he breathed a sigh of relief. Hell has forgotten the pain. I'm addicted to hot oil when I'm addicted. Neither father nor mother - no one raises their hand to rescue me from a frying pan.
He sits on the platform with both hands covered in his papules. Passengers pushing to get on the train entering the platform begin. The grass rolls in their motorbike like a football.
Sanjay picked her up from the ground, carried her on her shoulders and carried her to the waiting room, leaving small fragments of small laughter like the flowers of the Ganges. He puts his face near Sanjay's ear and says, "How can you take me down and lift me up and carry me on my shoulders?" Hey - he's a drug dealer. Platform number seven was supposed to be seen with him at home rather than this.
Sanjay took her off her shoulders and put her in a chair in the railway waiting room.
Addiction - The salesman left the house before entering the house rather than in the first grade and walked up to the platform.
That first, but not the last.
Every Sunday after that, the two would return to Kharagpur railway station. The drug pedal first went inside the IIT campus and L.S. D. Heroin powder was supplied. But once he was caught by the police, he became a public figure of seven lakh rupees. He could have been jailed and released on bail of Rs 50,000 due to Kripan Singh.
Then there was the platform No. 7 Fastclass Waiting Room, where it met its addicts. Cash transactions. The rest he does not sell drugs.
Arriving at the station that day, as soon as he got out of the taxi, Trina said, "I think you have to borrow five thousand rupees today." My purse is empty. But the monthly cost has not yet arrived. Where will I get five thousand rupees on the last day of this month?
The grass clenched like a young Kuni girl. Your father is such a big IAS officer. Home Secretary or whatever is on the big page. Mother is an English professor. There are no more than five thousand in your bank account. Five thousand or two thousand for two or three days, even if it is not five thousand. Sanjay! I will repay all your money with interest - and a year later, if I become an electrical engineer from IIT, the job will come in handy - then Tamar's debt, borrowed money - Yah, all the dreams inside the head, the smoke will be smoked and the two eyes will be smoky. Giving I'm feeling very depressed - if you don't buy drugs - let me jump in front of the train -
When the announcer heard from the mouth that the Rajdhani Express was coming on platform number seven, Trina began to run in disbelief.
Sanjay ran after her and grabbed her hand.
She was breathless. Holding Trina's hand tightly, she said angrily - "If Tamar was going to commit suicide by jumping in front of the train, why would she bring me with her?" Let's -
Sanjay pulled him away from the platform. On the way, they called the State Bank ATM. Reached the counter. Sanjay removed a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and headed for the grass.
While they were both lighting fires in a lighted cigarette, a train passenger came out of the ATM counter, stuffing thousands of rupees in Gandhi's purse.
The Rajdhani Express was entering platform number seven at the time. The passenger started a race to get on the train. Throwing the cigarette away, he chased after the passenger, like a weed, and joined the crowd of passengers on the platform.
The incident happened so quickly in the blink of an eye that Sanjay did not know what to do. Shortly afterwards, Trina said she jumped in front of a train and committed suicide. After sitting on the train platform, where did he sit on that train to escape? All apartment reservations in the capital. How far or alone can he go without a ticket?
Sanjay could no longer hold on to the grass, assuming the danger of weeds.
To get her back, she also searched the compartment for the white salwar Punjabi like crazy, throwing a blue veil over the sky.
The blue veil was visible among the passengers who were pushing to enter the second class compartment. The passenger in the vehicle, who was withdrawing money from the State Bank's ATM, was standing in the back. The passenger was carrying a luggage in one hand and a door railing in the other, while the grass rose on his shoulders and electricity pulled the purse out of his chest pocket. As the passenger fled with his purse in the crowd, when the passenger shouted that it was my purse-purse, Sanjay pulled the purse from the grass and said, "Here is your purse!"
Other passengers surrounded him at the time, suspecting he was a pickpocket. The grass was gone. Had the railway police not arrived at the scene, his condition would have been deplorable in the attack on the joint passengers.
Did this guy run away with your purse in your pocket?
Yes, sir! When I was withdrawing money from State Bank, ATM, this man was looking at me and smoking a cigarette. Do a search and see if there is a packet of cigarettes in your pocket!
Was
It turned out that the picket was packing.
When the Rajdhani Express started running, Trinamool wanted to come to her when the Railway Security Police, wearing chains of iron in her hand, pushed her from behind and took her to the police station.
Sanjay forbade him at the gesture of his eyes. She knew in that look that he had written in her face, "My father is the Home Secretary of the Government of Odisha." I did not take the purse out of that person's pocket. When she woke up in the apartment, her chest slipped out of her pocket. I just picked her up and took her in my arms. He was in the custody of the Kharagpur Railway Police when he received a phone call from his father's office.
What happened
