01/02/2026
Confession number:- 46
Name- Ariba
Department- সাহিত্য
I need to begin with an apology. Two days ago, I took a photo of you without asking for your permission, and I’m truly sorry for that. I should have said this earlier, but I didn’t know how.
The truth is, I barely get to see you properly. Sometimes you’re here, sometimes you’re not. I never quite know when your class starts or ends, and somehow I never find the right moment to talk to you the way I want to.
Yet, the very first time I saw you, I found myself liking you more than I expected. There is a calm sweetness in the way you speak, and your smile has a quiet beauty to it. When you look at someone, it feels sharp and gentle at the same time like an arrow released from a bow, striking without warning.
I’m not saying this to create pressure or expectations. I only wanted to be honest about how I feel, because some feelings deserve truth.
শুনেছি তুমি নাকি সাহিত্য নিয়ে পড়ছো তাই এই লেখাটা তোমার জন্যই উৎসর্গ করলাম।
“চোখের আলোয় দেখেছিলেম, চোখের বাইরে দেখিনে,
হৃদয় মাঝে মিলিয়াছো তুমি, হৃদয় ছাড়া মিলিনে।
সকলই ফাঁকি দিই আমি, সকলই ভুলে যাই,
পাওয়া যায় না আপনাকে, হারালে তবে পাই।”
— রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর