My name is Kavya. I am a writer. I Use my own little imagination to write stories about kids. Today, for the first time, I'll write a real-life story. About my friend Fahad. A close friend. I would never understand how to work with my head in cold, in any case. Someone has the ability to make the gloomy environment easier with his laughter and his words. Last night, the boy Has committed suicide. He gave me a diary yesterday morning. Two days later, my birthday. He told me to open the diary on my birthday. Yesterday, after hearing such a news, I opened the diary. I read the diary with some kind of anger and pride. After reading a few pages of the diary, I realized that all the good and bad moments he used to put up with words in this diary. But I could not imagine that an irresponsible boy like him could write such a diary with such responsibility. Turning the diary page upside down, I noticed that the more his diary leaves, the more his sad moments were growing. I didn't sleep any more after receiving the news yesterday. Fahad's diary has been read. The boy knew how to cry every moment he described in his diary. However, every letter of the diary was created with the tears of Fahad. Maybe this is a protest to boys like Fahad. Maybe these words were his acoustic cries.

Today is Ramisha's birthday. Ramisha's day may have been very happy but today Ramisha seems to be the most angry person in the world. Because the whole day passed, everyone wished her a happy birthday. But the person from whom she wanted to had first greeted had not yet greeted. Not to tell about greetings Ramisha is constantly calling her, but no one is picking up.

Ramisha's body is tingling with anger. Oh yeah! It's better to say that with whom she is so angry, so arrogant is Kuheli.

Kuheli Akhter. Honors 1st year student of Bangla department. And Ramisha's very good friend. If anyone understands Ramisha the most, it is Kuheli. Whenever Ramisha was upset, Kuheli would come to Ramisha. Ramisha is a introvert girl. So, she never told anyone whenever she felt upset. But Kuheli could understand by an unknown feeling.

Last year Kuheli went to Nilgiri (It's a famous traveling spot in Bangladesh) for 3 days. One day later, someone knocked on Ramisha's door, around 2 o'clock at night. Seeing Ramisha open the door, Kuheli is standing on the other side of the door. As soon as she opened the door in surprise, Kuheli said, "hey! What are you upset about again? Didn't I tell you, if you feel bad, always let me know. Don't bother alone." Ramisha hugged Kuheli from outside the door. Kuheli realized that Ramisha's breath was touching Kuheli's neck through the collar of his shirt. The shoulder side is wet. Kuheli could understand that Ramisha was crying. Kuheli said nothing more. Just silently accompanied Ramisha's howl.

Today Ramisha is smiling thinking about all this. But there are also thoughts. The girl did not know where she went. Ramisha went home at night and saw the mail box of the house. There she found a diary. The front page of the diary read, "You are missing me so much. Right?" All that was left for Ramisha to understand was Kuheli's diary. She read every page of her diary. There is different songs are written on the pages. On the last page she saw an envelope. As soon as she took the envelope in her hand, it was as if a coldness spread over Ramisha's body. Ramisha was having a hard time opening the envelope. For some unknown reason she felt scared to open that.

As soon as she took the envelope in her hand, it was as if a coldness spread over Ramisha's body. She was having a hard time opening the envelope for some unknown reason. It was as if someone was pulling her heart out of her body. As soon as she opened the envelope, she saw Kuheli's handwriting.

Beautifully written "Happy Birthday." She also wrote, "Today I gave you the most precious gift I gave you on your birthday. You always love to sing, right? All the songs in this diary are written for you. please give these songs beautyfull melody. I wanted to give this gift to you on your birthday. But it was not given. The irony of nature is that we all have to accept the fate. Anyway, I'm glad you got it. You always asked me how I understood you so well! I didn't get the answer today either.Maybe the warmth I used to find all my life, I got it in the moments I spent with you. I used to feel very uncomfortable only when you were upset.So an invisible thread was created; an invisible feeling was created. And since then I probably understood you very well. I'l

l tell you one thing today. Don't be angry,okey? I always said my parents live in the village. Actually, I don't have a mother. And my father lives in Switzerland, with his own family. My father doesn't know about my existence. And I grew up in an orphanage. That's where I always took you. You're wondering why this letter, where am I? I cried a lot while writing this letter. I really wanted to spend many more years with her. But I have had to fight with time and accept defeat.

Do you remember seeing me once in front of the hospital? I told you I came to buy my father's medicine. Those were my medicines. Don't cry, I'm not dead yet. Tomorrow, when everyone greets you, I may be in the operating theater. will you come to see you the next day? you will bring everyone. We will all give you a birthday cake ..............................' Ramisha couldn't read it anymore. She is screaming and crying. There is really no one by her side today. Not even Kuheli. According to the letter, everyone went to the hospital the next morning. They saw some kids were standing there with cakes. The children left with the cake on Ramisha's face. Everyone stood and watched. No one said anything. How can anyone say something or what can they say when , nature seemed to be silent in Ramisha's tears that day. No one was left to understand that Kuheli was dead .......................

this is the end of this story. this story was about a girl Who's name is kuheli. well she suffered a lot in her life. but in end when she saw a ray of happiness she had to go through the irony of her fate.

Thank you for reading this story.