“Anukabya: A Journey Through Love, Poetry, and Academic Triumph”
✍️: Tanjila Akhtar
The unknown person’s statement was: “If you know me, will you love me?” Response: “Yes, I will love you very much. I will keep you as the queen of my heart.” So, with a gift and a note, I conveyed my feelings through a text (SMS). I placed a gift inside the foliage of a betel leaf tree near the Shaheed Minar on the campus. With that, I created a timeless moment. After leaving it there, I came to the class and shared my excitement with friends.
I had a feeling she was the one, so I wrote a note and placed it by the betel leaf tree near the Shaheed Minar. The note read: “Dear beloved, I wrote this with my own hands, although it’s not the 90s. I love you very much. I fear giving my identity because I’ve heard that when love is expressed, people become cheap, taken for granted. I am sorry and can’t bear the neglect. I am deeply sorry, so I want to remain unknown to you. This letter may seem strange as I never introduced myself.”
After receiving the note, she was visibly upset. I told her that I couldn’t bear to lose her and that my fear prevented me from revealing my identity. I expressed my sorrow and asked her not to reveal my identity to avoid losing her love.
I knew she would recognize me eventually, but I didn’t want to be known by her in an atmosphere of neglect. I wanted her to choose love over neglect. True love makes a person flourish, not wither away. So, I hid my identity and wished her well.
The note continued, “I have never introduced myself, so she considers me unknown. Let her call me a stranger forever.”
I knew she would find out one day, but I didn’t want her to recognize me out of pity. I wanted her to love me willingly. Love is such that if you reveal your vulnerability, it may hurt the person and cause irreparable damage. So, my love remains unspoken.
“Never have I revealed my identity, and she calls me a stranger. I wish to be considered a stranger forever. I know, one day, she will realize that among the 198 students in the second year, she is the one I am looking for. She will find me.”
The note continued, expressing my anticipation of her recognizing me one day. I told her that she should reveal her identity only when she can bear my vulnerability. Love should not be expressed hastily; it needs to be nurtured and understood.
In the end, I told her that I would not introduce myself even if she tried to find me. If she doesn’t turn towards me, I will leave the institution forever, and she should remember these words.
“When love is expressed, it multiplies. I express my love for you, and it multiplies the beauty of poetry. I stand in front of the Shaheed Minar in the rain, telling poetry, ‘I love you.’ Let the rain answer, how much pain is stored in your heart?”
Since that day, my struggle began. I have to pass the second year with a fast division as well. I won’t look back at Kavya again. I passed the second semester as well. From then on, my fight continued. I must achieve a fast division in the second year as well.
I never turned away from Kavya. I passed the second semester with a fast division. After that, I tied the hand-stitched handkerchief, which I had left by the south side of the Shaheed Minar, to the lowest branch of the betel leaf tree. I had written on the handkerchief – “I have achieved a fast division, accept my love with this handkerchief.”
Even though the year has passed, I didn’t take the handkerchief. It still hangs on the betel leaf tree. Even today, when I see the shower of rain, my heart starts pounding. I told the rain, ‘Ask your water how much pain has accumulated in your book?’
From that day on, my fight began. I have to achieve a fast division in the second year as well. I have never turned away from Kavya.
I topped again in the second semester. I didn’t take the handkerchief even today. I still have a strong attachment to the betel leaf tree.
“A year has passed, and the third semester feels like the first. Truly, that day when my new life began in the negligence of poetry, it was remarkable. Isn’t it strange? We who loved the mountains equally hated them twofold.
It explicitly stated that it was just to become familiar with the unfamiliar. But instead of keeping words, it insulted. Another year has passed, and tomorrow will reveal the results of the final year. Nervousness is taking over as the day of results in the twelfth is approaching. The mind is restless in the anticipation of the outcome. The twelfth board is covered in drizzling rain. I noticed that I have achieved a fast division. Today is the happiest day of my life.
Someone announced that at four in the afternoon, they would come in front of the Shaheed Minar. Suddenly, I thought, isn’t it about poetry? Just thinking about calling makes it amusing.
Love is no longer confined within the pages of books. Now, I don’t make hasty decisions as before. The Shaheed Minar on campus is extremely dear to me. Thousands of memories are engraved there. I thought, let’s go and visit the beloved campus and Shaheed Minar.
The rain is a gentle drizzle. I hurriedly left the place after seeing poetry at the Shaheed Minar. From behind, Poetry took my hand and said, ‘I love only you.’ Since the day I first saw you, I loved you. I thought, I will tell you after the final year.
Today, you have achieved a fast division in the final year. My mission is successful. I have won. I wanted to lose the beautiful life to the enchantment of Anu’s love. Anu, forgive me; I love only you.
In a moment, her intelligence became clear to me. I understood that the person who truly loves and wants to be loved is just like poetry. I also love you, Kabya. Poetry will capture me once today. Saying that, with the book, Poetry hugged me tightly and said, ‘This book is just my Anu’s written evidence.’
In an instant, I saw a vacant space in front of the Shaheed Minar adorned with candles. The scene of candles glowing in the drizzle is mesmerizing. Within the love, the inscription was written with a small candle, ‘Anukabya.'”
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