She Was My First Love ( An Incomplete Love Story)

Tulabati: A Seven-Year Saga of First Love, Heartbreak, and Self-Discovery

Proposal

Love is not just an experience; it is the language of life’s destiny and hope. This story of mine and Tulavati sweetly narrates the strong respect and struggle of the rural environment. In this story, you will feel the coldness of nature, the experience of first love and the sorrow of separation. This story dealing with the harmony of love and separation will show a new sunrise in the life of the reader and will definitely give a new self-knowledge behind hope and love.

Love is not just a fleeting experience of life – it is an invisible language of life’s destiny and hope, which can be understood from the depths of the heart. This story is a sweet and sad depiction of the unwavering love between me and Tulavati, the deep emotions and struggles of rural life.

The moments of this rural land, where nature gives new hope every day – the cool flow of the Tel river, the shade of the trees and the clear sky – are the backdrop of this story. Here you can see the sweet smile of love hidden on the face and the deep pain of separation. Many people of the younger generation will find themselves in this story - as a living experience of their first love, faith, hope and self-knowledge.

 

In this story, the reader will experience their own love, their own heart. How hope and new light are born from the depths of separation and existence - this story is a mirror of this.

 

This combination of love and separation will create a new awakening in the hearts of the readers, which will give them the opportunity to learn to hope, love and understand themselves in a new way.

 

 

 

Chapter 1: "The Tale of True Love: Tulabati and My Journey"

 

Dear Readers,

This is the story of my first love – a whirlwind romance that spanned seven unforgettable years. It is the sweetness of young love, the thorns of betrayal and the ultimate journey of self-discovery. It is the story of me and a girl named Tulavati, who stole my heart, and the powerful lessons I learned about love, trust and the importance of self. What you are about to read is not just a love story – it is a real-life story about me. A journey that took me through classrooms, dormitories, village streets, festive nights and heartbreaking silences.

 

This is not fiction. It is real. The story is honest. Unforgettable. Every page is written from the depths of my heart. So I invite you to experience my first love, live the pain and be speechless because once you embark on this journey, I promise you will not be speechless for a single line.

 

This story is not a fictional story but a deep experience of truth. This story is written about my rural life, hostel, exams and the festivals they celebrate. The sweetness of love, the sorrow of faith, and the journey of self-discovery - the story of joy and sorrow of two strong young men and women.

Every page is written from the depths of my heart. Come and embark on this journey with me, which will show you a new path with love, hope and pain.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2:"Three words that changed everything"

 

It was not an ordinary evening in the hostel - like any other day, after duty, clean and comfortable, peaceful laughter and fun. "He told me, 'Come sit outside the room for a while; it will be peaceful under the tree.' I went quietly; he was with a friend of his and asked me to sit next to him." Unknown to me, that night had a different meaning for all the nights of my life. That night, Tulavati spoke to me in a slow voice -

 

"Digam, I want to tell you something..."

 

He came to me, his eyes full of an eternal solace like the autumn sky. I said, "Tell me, Tulavati..."

 

And he said only three words in one voice -

 

"I love you."

 

Time stood still for a few moments. The leaves of the trees rustled, a gentle breeze blew over the surroundings, and an unknown silence awakened in my heart.

 

That was the moment where love was born; Not words, but feelings had the effect.

 

The world seemed to stand still. I was surprised, yes, but also deeply moved. I knew in my heart that my feelings for her were just as strong. I had no idea about love, so I was at a loss for what to say, but if a girl was so beautiful and charming, who could say no? So I accepted her proposal. She was kind, she shone like a garland, her loyalty was unwavering, and her beauty, inside and out, was captivating. From that evening, our love story began.

 

 

 

Chapter 3: School and College Life

 

Despite being my first love, Tulabati protected and helped me like a shepherd. She took care of my daily clothes, kept them neat and clean, and did not let me wear smelly clothes. Every morning, she would make my clothes – it was a silent pledge of love. Even though I was not at school for lunch, she would bring her share of food for me and place it in front of me – it felt like a queen serving her king. Once, in the middle of the night, we were studying in the veranda; at that moment Tulabati gave us a white flower to comfort us – it was a sweet memory of our love.

 

Our love story went viral in school, so everyone knew. Our relationship was no secret. Even the hostel cook seemed to be on our side. She would secretly close the door when she saw us talking in the guest room, giving us some precious moments alone. Another incident happened when I was in the girls' room to get my uniform and she closed the door for an hour. It was a fun and sweet memory of our love.

 

Chapter 4: Not Idleness, but a Glory

The love between us gradually grew stronger. After the first moment of love, we both talked to each other about our burdens and hopes. Like the Tel River flowing peacefully near the village, her love was silent, deep and emotional.

 

 

 

Chapter 5: The Sky of Dreams

When she came to bathe and wash clothes with her friends every day, I met her near the Tel River. She and I met every evening on her street - where our feelings gradually found a new sky.

The friends were busy playing, rejoicing in the hostel lights; we were just the two of us, talking to the darkness, sharing our peaceful experiences.

 

One day, she pulled me close and whispered, "Digam, under this tree, I dream with you - in the sky of dreams, just us and our love."

 

In the unfamiliar light of her eyes, I saw a new direction - where the future is made with the colors of love and hope.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6: Exams and Distance

March came; I was preparing for the Ramakrishna Mission entrance exam. When the exam results came, my question was: Do you want to leave Tulavati and live at a distance? My mind was torn between these two phases. Tulavati knew my innermost thoughts and inspired me: “You will not disappoint me, I will always wait for you.” This statement gave me a glimmer of hope as I sat apart for a long time.

During my tenth grade, I did not have a phone due to regulations. Then, every vacation gave us an opportunity to talk. We used our phones in secret; only the two initial vacations of the year brought us closer. This distance was a test of our love, but our hope and trust remained unwavering.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Reconnection—Vacations and Celebrations

We reconnected during the holidays. We were together during the festive days—Durga Puja and other festivals were celebrated with joy. The people of the village hoped that we would love each other for a long time and that we would get married.

The holidays became a valuable opportunity for us to reconnect. We celebrated festivals and celebrated Durga Puja and other important occasions together. Our love story went viral in our village, so everyone would have fun with us whenever they saw us.

 

 

 

 

"Limited time, infinite love"

 

From seventh to eighth grade, I didn’t have a phone, so I spent my vacation time with her, which was only twice a year. My new school had a strict no-phone policy. But to avoid the school policy, I kept my phone a secret. So I would call her whenever I had free time. For five long years, our communication was limited to winter and summer vacations. It was a test of our love, a test of distance. But our faith in each other was unwavering. We knew that what we had was special, worth fighting for.

 

The arrival of tenth grade and the subsequent coronavirus pandemic brought unexpected changes. Online classes were using mobile phones, and finally, Tulawati and I were able to communicate regularly. We talked for hours, strengthening our relationship in this new digital age.

 

 

“Shadows of Doubt: The Beginning of a Broken Trust”

Whispers of Doubt: But as time passed, I noticed a change in Tulavati. Her phone rang once a week. Then, the whispers started. I heard rumors about another boy, who was her classmate. My friends urged me to move forward, and her best friend, confirming my worst fears, told me that Tulavati had indeed developed feelings for someone else.

 

"From Breakup to Marriage: A Story of Mistaken Love"

 

Breakup and Rebound: The news hit me like a brick. I was heartbroken, betrayed. In a moment of anger and hurt, I decided to end our relationship. In a misguided attempt to move on, I asked her best friend.

Double Betrayal: Before our 10th class results were announced, the girl I liked ran away and got married. Then, after six months of dating Tulavati's best friend, she also cheated on me and married another guy.

 

 

 

 

Lessons in Love and Self-Worth (2022-Present)

"Trust broken, trust restored"

I was feeling exhausted, lost, and alone. My friends and family rallied around me, encouraging me to focus on my studies. It was a painful time, but it was also a time of immense personal growth.

The Sting of Betrayal, the Power of Self: My experience with Tulawati and her friend taught me a harsh but valuable lesson: love can be dangerous, and trust, especially in the heart, is fragile. The pain of betrayal was deep, but it also lit a fire within me. I realized that I needed to prioritize my own well-being, my own happiness.

 

"My dream, my path"

The Power of Self-Belief: I learned to trust myself, my instincts, my judgment. I discovered that my worth was not tied to the love or approval of anyone else. I began to focus on my goals, my dreams, my own personal growth.

 

 

"My first love and another birth"

Moving Forward, Stronger, Wiser: My love story with Tulawati may have ended in heartbreak, but it was not a story of failure. It was a story of first love, the joys and pains that come with it. It was a story of learning, growing, and ultimately discovering the most important love of all: self-love. I am more cautious now, but I am also more steadfast. I know that love is a beautiful thing, but it is not the only thing. And I know that true strength comes from within. My journey with Tulawati may be over, but my journey of self-discovery has only just begun. I am ready for whatever the future holds, armed with the lessons I learned from my first love.

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