It was a cold day in mid-December when Rimi met Nehal for the first time. She was walking towards her home after buying a newspaper from the railway station. Well, the railway station is not a place to buy a newspaper. But the particular one Rimi was looking for, was not available in the local newspaper square. So she had to go to the railway bookshop to fetch one for her.
Winter was quite harsh that year. Rimi was all tucked up from top to bottom to prevent herself from catching a cold. A brown pullover over her black midi paired with her blue jeans and white sneakers. A long bright blue muffler wrapped around her neck. She was already disgusted with her migraine and sinus problems. Some nights, she could hardly sleep because of a sharp headache. On some days, the first thing she could feel after waking up was a headache.
As she was just taking a turn, suddenly someone called her from behind.
- Hey you, miss! Hello, Miss Blue Muffler! Rimi was a bit confused with the "blue muffler" thing. She looked back. A boy was waving at her. - Are you calling me by any chance? Rimi asked him. - Yes I am. I have been calling you for so long but you hardly noticed me. That is why I had to call you lue muffler. Sorry for that. - Do I know you or what? Rimi asked with a tone of confusion in her voice. The boy smiled. Then he said, - No, not actually I think. - Then what is it? Rimi asked him. -Well, I need help. And it seems like you can easily help me out. Rimi was more confused this time. A bit disturbed too.
-What the hell do you want? She asked in an aggressive voice. - Well, the boy smiled anxiously this time and said, I need the newspaper you are holding in your hand. - Very good. Why don you buy another one for yourself? There is a shop inside the station. - I went there just after you stepped out of the shop. The shopkeeper said that you brought the last one. Rimi was not in a mood to hand over the newspaper to that creepy man. She had to walk for 20 minutes in the cold winter breeze just to get this thing! She looked at him. A young man aged around 30, wearing a denim jacket. Anyone can say that he had not shaved for the last couple of days. Dark circles around his eyes. She did not find him decent and did not want to talk to him either.
- Please, miss! It would be a great help if you just give me that paper. If not the whole newspaper, spare me page number six, please.
And this time, Rimi was a bit interested in talking to him.
- And why do you need that? - You see that exclusive interview of Economist Amit Sen there, I need that. - There is no way I will give it to you. Move aside.
Rimi just started walking away from that man. It was the interview in the newspaper that brought her to buy this one despite so much effort. And she was not going to lose that.
The next time Rimi met Nehal was in a seminar. She was in the front row of the audience seat eagerly waiting for the next speaker. And when the speaker reached the dais it was the man whom she refused to give the newspaper to. His name was Nehal, he was there to talk about the work of Amit Sen.
And Nehal did not fail to recognise the familiar face in the front row. Oh! That snooty girl! He said to himself. Nehal was about to leave the seminar hall when he heard a female voice calling him from behind. He looked back, and there she was, that blue muffler girl.
- Yes, miss? - Umm... I want to apologise for that day. You did not tell me that you needed the interview for this. - Well, you did not give me the scope to say so.
They both laughed out loud. Something was in the air that day. Somehow they exchanged their phone numbers in that small conversation.
And then Rimi started to meet Nehal frequently, sometimes, over a cup of tea in Rimis favourite coffee shop or sometimes, in a seminar hall. Nehal is on the dais, where he was supposed to present a paper on the economy. Someday, they would go for a walk in the cold winters. Rimi, all tucked up, her blue muffler wrapped around her neck. Nehal, by her side, often teased her in memory of their first meeting- Miss Blue Muffler. One day Nehal proposed to her for a lifelong journey together. Rimi was over the moon. She was smiling like the happiest person in the world and took less than a second to say yes to him. Nehal got another name to tease her. This time it was Mrs Blue Muffler.
And then it was a cold day in mid-December when Rimi met Nehal again. Winter was quite harsh that year too. Rimi- all tucked up in pullover, jeans, and sneakers. Her blue muffler wrapped around her neck. Nehal was standing on a dais. But this time, he was not there to present his paper on the economy. He was there, standing on a dais opposite to Rimi, for the custody of their only child.
Published by the Editor on behalf of the Observer Ltd. from Globe Printers, 24/A, New Eskaton Road, Ramna, Dhaka.
Editorial, News and Commercial Offices : Aziz Bhaban (2nd floor), 93, Motijheel C/A, Dhaka-1000. Phone: PABX- 41053001-06; Online: 41053014; Advertisement: 41053012.
E-mail: info$dailyobserverbd.com, news$dailyobserverbd.com, advertisement$dailyobserverbd.com, For Online Edition: mailobserverbd$gmail.com [ABOUT US][CONTACT US][AD RATE]Developed & Maintenance by i2soft