It was not a rainy day. I was walking under the tree. I was talking to myself. I was telling an unwritten story, about the love, the passion, the feelings, the loneliness, the beauty, the dreams and lot more. I was talking with me, suddenly somebody came to me. He told me I am Chryst Halle, my girlfriend is not willing to marry me because I am a CHRYST. I did not understand what was he talking about. Then he added that there was a riot, when all the slums have been burned by promoters. However, Halle and his girlfriend both of them were not from any slum, they were coincidentally victims of that fire. That time Chryst has saved her life and then offered her that “Will you marry me, I am Chryst Halle and I am a CHRYST”. I was expecting an answer, from his girlfriend. I did not know her name. He did not talk about her name. I only remember he was Halle, Chryst Halle. I was eagerly waiting to hear the answer. Then I realized that somebody is screaming on my forehead. I woke up from sleep, realize that a pigeon was happily roaming on my forehead. The door towards the balcony was opened. I just shook my head and he/she became afraid and started flying inside my room. Then I opened the main door and I got rescue from pigeon.
After that I was thinking what I was dreaming. I never dreamed like that. It was too clear. I can remember the boy’s voice. “I am Chryst Halle”, like Shahrukh saying my name is Khan .. Khhann from epiglottis.
To day it is not that much special in my life. However, I was feeling bad. My mother tongue is bengali. I was google-ing by typing the phrase “Mon Kharap”. I found a lot of blogs. After visiting few blogs I thought that I will start blogging from tonight. So, I have started.