Painting on the wall of Tashi's room made me crazy and pulled back from my step ahead to give some extra view. The moment I see that portrait I always recall something and put myself to another world without my knowledge. "Dechen" he would call softly, "will you be back on this Sunday, valentine's day". For what, Um… I thought we would sit together for that one day to have some coffee. The next sentence was not much insignificant and I could see his heart speaking out the truth and I knew he want me to accept for date. Then I told rapidly, are you asking for date and which he endorsed without hesitation and that made me ask him that how can he be so dare to ask for date unless I was his girlfriend, but then I knew the true love may have the start beat that way only. The silence in his dumb mouth makes me think something that I have never thought in my life. Oh that was his simplicity and that is what I always love it.

    I met him for the first time today and may be it is his love at first sight I thought, and more than this I thought how this pale guy could be so courageous to ask a shrew like me to be dating with him. Anyway I must have accepted his suggestion.

I was walking towards Kolkata centre mall. I like it, walking alone in a city and my preference to be alone for most of the time made me quite selfish. It was on that day I made up my mind to have one nice boyfriend to survive joyfully in place like India. When I was back to my residence crossing Howrah I happen to meet one guy called Dawa. We introduced and knew that he was also a student in management college in Kolkata but I can't made it myself if I was under the illusion of his juicy talks. He was, as I see it, a bright student and he told me the Howrah's origination and one amazing thing was whoever meets here turns out to be a best couple or else a best partner or a best friend. This believe, hit my heart to slip under this guy's heart. From then on I knew I have one to rely my heart, to live in it but the thing became worse when time fall apart because I unfortunately forgot to ask him his residence and his face memory faded away. My empty heart seeks for him always. My heart was filled by this invisible content. "I longed for you my dear", I would say in every moment I open my lips.

Valentines Day came, and I have an appointment with Tashi. It was 5.30 mornings; I rushed to bathroom and made my hair silky, pull lipstick several times across my thick broad lips and in front of dressing mirror, I rehearsed and I made sure I was quite presentable to him. I then picked up my shiny handbag, wearing a swiping paints and pencil hill slipper; I proceed my way to Chinese restaurant where we made our appointment. My dressing made tashi feel watery and after having coffee and enough chat we decided to spent night in his residence. When in his room I clearly saw and could remember dawa's face, he was smart and I loved him. That portrait was dawa's image and that couldn't hold me from asking who drew it, did he know and where he is? But tashi's answer with presenting an original letter written by dawa made me cry and lament a lot. The portrait was drawn by tashi in memory of his bygone friend dawa.The letter was…

Dear darling, I am in deep love with you, I know I can't live without you in this world but……………………    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….  so please do live with him. He is my best friend and if you live with him he is not less than me. I know his heart and if you live with him that's what all I want. When I abandon this earth today, I pray you happy life... I love you. Your darling dawa.