Window love

Window love(Vimpal Singha) When i was 16 years old i used public transport to go to school and to teacher's home for tutorial. One day when i was returning home from school there was a girl sitting in front of my seat. Beside her a 45 year old man was sitting too. After two stops suddenly the girl cried out and said, "Don't push me from side. Just sit on me if you want so."
The man was ashamed. And he went out of the bus immediately next stoppage. Her voice and boldness attracted me a lot. I missed my stoppage and followed her till her house. She was not so beautiful or sexy. But her inner beauty and the way she tackled the situation attracted me a lot. I was after her for 2 years but never let her know. I didn't have so much courage that i could talk with her directly. But i knew that she had marked me well and each day she looked at my eyes directly when she came out from her house.

My tutorial was running down.
One day one of my friends found me standing before her house. He was my school friend. He was surprised and asked me what i was doing there. I told him everything. And he said this is my uncle's house. And I think the girl you are talking about is my first cousin.
Suddenly i found a great light in front me. I requested my friend to introduce me with his cousin. My friend made a date to go there. I was sleepless those days and waiting for the moment.
On that day i had went one hour before my friend said me to go. We went to his uncle's house and met with my dream girl. Her name was Nibedita. She talked with me normally and offered us tea. That was the finest tea that ever i had tasted. I was too shy to talk with her.

After that day i just requested my friend again and again to send my proposal to his cousin. But her personality was so strong that he couldn't do it directly.
After many days he offered her for me.
But she replied, "I can't make love with those who are coward and can't offer directly."
I was doomed. My pride was so hard that i started to feel pain in my heart. All my soul was trying to say loudly, "Just for a moment Nibedita come beside me. And try to feel my pain."

I started to go often in front of her house and looked at her with painful eyes. But she never talked with me. I started to forget her with a great pain inside. My tutorial was important for me that time. After many years I started to feel that women expect courage from a man. But it was too late.

Last year when we met in a shopping mall she had her two kids with her. And suddenly she looked at me with a strange eye and my eyes were still painful, but not so much pain as was in my heart in the past.