Animesh was startled when the light suddenly turned on in the club-library in front of the house. He suddenly remembered how many things had happened, a year ago three friends - Animesh, Rahul and Sharmishta used to keep the library every day. They were constantly studying, chatting, and searching for new books. Once Animesh fell in love with Sharmishta. The marriage of the two is also fixed at home. Suddenly one morning Rahul said, "I don't think you will be there for the wedding, I am going to Bangalore tomorrow, the job has been transferred."
"Married in a week, and you...!"
"I will come back after a year, promise!
The next day, Sharmishta also disappeared. All around, Rahul ran away with Sharmishta. From that, Animesh closed himself for fear of public shame. Today, after a year, his mind suddenly cried. He thought, "Maybe someone new has come, if the mind is lightened by talking."-Simit in the library As he went, he looked in surprise. In front of Rahul,
__"Kire, how long have I been waiting for you, you left Asaki in the library after marriage, and I don't see Sharmishtha!" Animesh threw a book from the shelf in front of him in anger, immediately a letter flew from the inside of the book to his feet, Animesh looked up. I didn't have to spend my whole life with you, tomorrow I found out in the blood-report, my life is less than 3 months, blood-cancer. Don't look for me for the last few days, Sharmistha."
Bangalore-Howrah train's ticket read. Which had an accident with Kormandal some time ago.
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