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This book was written according to experience of the writers. In this book there are two chapter which give you real feelings about love and romance.
Imtiaz Ahmed is a Bangladeshi music artist, entrepreneur, and digital marketer. His interest in writing and digital marketing has made him a familiar face through this medium since his student days. He is now known as a musician and digital marketer in Bangladesh after 19 years. Imtiaz Ahmed is both a guitarist and an entrepreneur, and a writer.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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I met my girl on a train. I prefer to take the train as they are cost-effective and I like to sleep under the rocking motion I am an insomniac but do get some sleep in train).
The year being 2014, I was coming back from my hometown after an illness, to join back my workplace. It was an early morning train, and on boarding I went off to sleep. Woke up at mid day, had my lunch and again went off to sleep.
It was evening when I finally thought of waking up, and I saw this beautiful damsel sitting right across my berth. I was pretty sure she was not there when I boarded the train. I pretended to behave as if I haven't noticed anything. I sat up, and went back to the virtual world of social media. I don't have much real friends in the real world(some 2–3) and I do crave for love(for some weird reason), so I spend a lot of time in the virtual world.
She got up, and went somewhere, by the time she came back some one else had sat at her place, so it was natural for her to sit right next to me on my berth. And right Infront of us was a mirror, somewhat like this;
And as any guy would do, I started looking at her beauty from the mirror. She was lovely, beautiful, etc., I instantly felt a connection with her, but didn't have the courage to start a conversation. I started looking the other way knowing that I am not worth her. On looking back to the mirror I found her looking at me, and she was shocked to see that I saw that.
I turned to her and said 'Hello'. It felt like a tough job that I did, felt like climbing 10 floors through the stairs on one single breath. She replied with a simple 'Hi'.
Me: How're you?
She: I am good, how're you?
Me: Sleepy. (A burst of laughter). From which station did you board the train, I didn't see you boarding.
She: I boarded at Howrah, where did you board.
Me: I boarded at Bhubaneswar, but I didn't see you.
She: I tend to sleep with the blanket over my face, I was on the middle berth.
Me: Ahh! So you are from Howrah?
She: No, I am from Jamshedpur. But I don't get a direct train to Bangalore, so have to take one to Howrah and then switch to another to Bangalore.
Me: That' tough. At what time did you start from Jamshedpur.
She: I started late night, reached early morning at Howrah, and then boarded this train.
Me: So parents staying at Jamshedpur.
She: No, I stay with my Nana and Nani.
Me: Why?
She: Can I talk about this later.
