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  That Red Letter-box at the left corner of Comilla University. (1) On 21-02-2000 The Goddess Was Born. For some reason, this stream of thought comes to my mind whenever I see her social media ID/face: a priest worshipping inside a broken, dilapidated temple, secluded from civilization. He earnestly prays to the goddess, not because he has to, but because he genuinely admires her. She is the one he was looking for. He wonders if she is going to respond to his prayer or if she will let him be like the millions of other admirers she has. Or expect much worse,  getting cursed by her on the account of being a lowly priest. Nonetheless, he keeps worshipping her. That's what matters. If or when she sees him then that day would be the best day of his life. If not,   he can keep chanting her name. Which is a prize in itself. (🔴Note: this paragraph is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to individuals is purely coincidental) Posted on my Facebook ID 

1. Who knew you could fall in love even when your body has been run over by a tire of a 600-ton truck? 2. After the impact, people were gathering around. Appalled. Shocked. Pointing smartphones at me. Snapping pictures. Shooting videos. then, I saw her . Standing amid a crowd. Looking at me. With genuine sadness. Her white salwar kameez and the sunlight's reflection made her look like an angel. Maybe she was. I stared into her eyes. Such deep dark eyes. 3. And then I blinked. 4. Everything went sepia. Visuals mixed like liquid. Suddenly I was a month-old baby. In my mother's arms. Sucking her breast. 5 I blinked. 6 I am now a 4-year-old toddler. I am standing outside. Peeing on a flower. I can hear my mother making "Shhhh..." to help me pee. I can hear crickets songs. I see a blue sky, a White Moonlight. I can feel the Cold breeze. 7. I blinked. 8. I am now a 7 year old boy. It's a golden ray-soaked afternoon. I am in the middle of a run. I looked around....