16/03/2026
#3919
Never wrote anything in whispers before. And I have never shared about this part of life with anyone before. I hope the admins will approve.
Leaving campus, I thought I’d share a significant part of my life story.
It was 1-1 back in 2022. Some places on campus were forbidden for us, you know—like the café and the library. I used to live in a common space in my mess where it was hard to concentrate on studying. That’s why I had to go to the library every day. I got ragged many times for this, but I didn’t care.
There was this girl who also used to go to the library every day, sitting at a fixed table. She would always have a hot water flask with her, even during the days of summer.
I got a crush on her and eventually, one day, gathered all the courage to sit beside her. I introduced myself and found out that she was from the 2k19 batch. But that wasn’t a problem for me, because I had to drop a year due to my father’s illness back in my HSC first year. Had that not happened, my batch would’ve been ’19 too.
Days passed by, and we exchanged many conversations.
I grew up in a lower-middle-class family, but since my father’s illness, our family condition got worse, which resulted in a lot of insecurities in me. But whenever I talked with her, she would make me feel at ease. She had always given me proper respect in spite of knowing every detail about my family, things I can’t even share here. She was such a nice soul.
I fell in love with her and eventually proposed to her in 1-2. She was already in her second year. I thought there was no way in the world she would accept me—I was her junior, my graduation would be later than hers, and my family background was completely different from hers. We were in no way compatible. But luckily, she accepted me.
1-2 became the best semester of my university life. I madly fell in love with her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was so caring. She was always there when situations in my family worsened and I went through many breakdowns. She always gave me courage.
There were even times when I couldn’t properly pay my hall dues. I was barely surviving on the two meals provided by the hall dining. The money I earned from giving tuition was all sent to my family. She took care of me during that time—fed me well, paid restaurant bills, and lent me money when needed. She never demanded anything from me. Everything was going fine in our relationship.
Fast forward to my 3-1. She was at the end of her 3-2 when she got a complex illness. The situation got worse for her. She went abroad for checkups and treatment but didn’t recover fully. She would often fall ill, go through hormonal imbalances every now and then, and her mental health also went down.
She would often get numb and inattentive, sometimes saying strange things. With me, she would often get angry and say harsh things that she didn’t really mean. We would have quarrels often. But I understood her. I tried my best to support her. She would come to her senses later and cry to me, saying she didn’t mean those words. Then again, she would get angry with me. Within the span of four months, she broke up with me 10–15 times and patched up again each time. But thankfully, she eventually got better, and our relationship returned to normal.
In 2025, I was in my 3-2 and she was in her 4-2. One day she called me and told me to meet her. As happens in many same-age relationships, she told me there was a guy—a doctor—who had been helping her parents with her treatment. He asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Her parents liked the guy very much and started pushing her for marriage right after her graduation.
I always knew that day would come, but I could never prepare for it. I told her to somehow manage her family. She assured me that she would and told me not to worry. She said she would marry me right after graduation, once she landed a job. She somehow held off her family at that time.
But in February, the campus closed. We had to leave. We both come from Dhaka, so I could still see her there. But as months passed, the situation on her side got worse. Her family became impatient to marry her off. We couldn’t understand what we could do. With all the pressure, she got panicked, and started having her mental breakdowns. I calmed her down.
She told me to get married and then take her with me. Naturally, I couldn’t agree to that. Meanwhile, my father got even sicker. There was no way I could take a girl home at that time. At first, I thought she was saying those things out of emotional pressure. But after a few days, she became serious and told me she couldn’t continue without getting married. She even told her family about us, but they denied it instantly.
Then we decided we would marry, but I wanted some time because my father had gotten even sicker.
Ironically, the day I decided I would marry her, my father died.
The death of my father, the situation with her, and the campus being closed—I was going through the hardest time of my life. I became very depressed. She told me her parents were thinking about setting an engagement. I desperately wanted the campus to open, but it didn’t.
Another month passed. One day she called me and told me she couldn’t wait any longer and had said yes to the marriage. I asked her again to hold it off, but this time the situation was no longer in her hands. I even told her I was ready to marry, but this time she didn’t listen.
This shattered me into pieces. I tried to reach her and contacted her many times, but it all failed. A few days later, I heard that she had gotten engaged. My whole world turned upside down.
When the campus finally opened, I tried to reach her again. But she told me her marriage was already set for right after her graduation. Eventually, she graduated and got married. I heard she is going abroad permanently after this Eid.
Meanwhile, me—still at campus, haha. I got a backlog on the remaining exams of 3-2. Seeing the backlog exam notice brought back all the memories. That’s why I thought of sharing this.
She was the only privilege I ever got in my life. But maybe I never deserved such a huge privilege. I’m glad to see her doing well. It would probably have been unfair to her if she had ended up with me instead of the person she is with today.
~anonymous
