Ilfe is interesting

Yesterday at evening I was roaming over the flyover of our town. My friend was on phone. A boy was standing near by me. A girl came.

I noticed them.

After two minutes the boy disappeared. The girl was still there.

I ignored.

After a few minutes, the boy came. They talked. The boy again disappeared.

I observed.

The girl started slowly on foot.

My cigarette was exhausted. I put it down and kicked my bike.

The girl was standing. She was weeping.

I turned back.

Gently I ordered her not to cry. She stopped. She gazed. She was looking terrible. I asked her about name bla bla bla... she answered slowly... after a small muteness I requested her to go back home... she started... the last words I used 'be confident, be carefull'.

I returned to my room.

I didnt want to come back so soon. The room is big. A lot of things which can entertain me. I came unscrewd the vodka. Called my friend. No need was there to call. But I did. The muteness kills me. Every thing was there. Every thing is there. 'SREE' is not. I used to call her so. I believe she is mine. I dream she will call me. But the muteness kills me.

At 9:30 pm I called SREE. As usual she didnt answer. It was expected. But I did, I will.

Today, morning!

The newspaper says that a girl of my town killed herself yeastenight. The paper published a photo of that girl. I knew her. I met her. At the flyover.