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Chhelebelay thaktam shahartolite. Amader pasher barite ekti pariber bhara thakto. Baba, ma ar tar teen meye. Other paribarer sathe amader paribarer khub bhab chhilo. Amader joutho pariber chhilo, 18 jon sadasyer. Saradin sara barita gam gam korto. Oi pariberer teen meye, seema, mina ar tina. Seema chhilo amari boyesi. Emnite amader samparka chhilo jhagrar….jokhoni dekha hoto kayekta kathar parei jhagra shuru hoto. Kintu ekta byapar chilo je ami ja ja korbo takeo setai korte hobe. R ami chhilam ektu antarmukhi, sabaike ektu eriye choltam. Eka thaktei amar beshi balo lagto. Eber asal ghatonate asi. Amader chhader upor ekta chhoto ghar chilo, toiri hoyechhilo thakur ghar karar jonno…kintu, hoi ni. Otakei ami poriskar kore amer parar ghar kore nei. Shantite, niribili thaker jonno. Sadharanato keu upore astona bole shantite porte partam. Annorao amake disturb korto na. Erakam ekdin porchhi, Seema ekta boi ar khata niye dhuklo ghare. Ami abak hoye takalam, jigyasa korlam —“ki byapar?” –“Amar ei ankota dekhiye de to, kichhutei hochhe na” –“keno tor mastermoshai-er ki holo? –“kalke aseni, aj rabibar, kajei ajo asbe na. Sombar school-e dekhbe” –“tai chhai felte bhanga kulor katha mane porlo?” –“baje katha chhar, dekhiye dibi kina bol?” –“de, dekhi,” Bole boita nilam, ankota amaro janachhilona tai udhaharan gulo dekhchhi. Seema amer ulto dike boslo. Ami mejhete madur pete bosechhilam, seo sekhanei bosechhilo. Jodio amra chhoto bela thekei ek sathe boro hoyechhi, kintu kakhono oke niye, mane, or sharir niye kichhu bhabini, bala bhalo se bhabe kakhono najar deini. Aj jakhon upur hoye boslo or mai duti najare porlo. Besh boro boro hoyechhe. Jake bole mothi bhor. Sharirta besh bharat hoyechhe. Pachhatao besh chaora. Ekta lo cut frok parachhilo. Jai hok, chokhtake or sharir theke soriye, mukher dike takiye dekhlam, Muchki ekta hasi or mukhe alto kore lege achhe. Abak holam, jar sathe dekha holei jhagra hoi, se haschhe! Ami boier dike mon dilam. Udaharnta dekhchhi, seema amar hanthute chimti katlo. Ami bollam, “ki hochhe, dara ankota dekhte de.” Ektu chup kore bosei abar chimti katlo. Kayeber baron koreo kichhu holo na, thakhon rege giye bollam, Dekh erokom distarb korle amio eber toke dekhabo maja.” –“ki dekhabi dekha diki” –“syatti eber kintu amio tor gaye hat debo, thakhon kintu kichhu bolte parbina na.” –“dekha diki, dekhi tor kato sahos.” –“tabere…” bolei or ekta mai tipe dhorlam. Seema shuye porlo, amio maita besh jorei tipe dhorlam. O byathay gungie uthlo, bollo, “ekber chhar, dekh ami ki kari…” ami chere dilam. Seema uthei amer upor jhapiye porlo. Amake shuiye diye, amer buker sathe buk chepe dhore, necher thot kamre dhorlo.nAmi abak holam, bujhte parchhilam na ki korbo. Or erakom acharon swapneo kalpona korte pari ni konodin. Kintu, er sathe sathe ekta darun anubhuti, ekta shirshirani sara sharire chhariye porechhilo. Buke ekta narom-garom chap,thote ekta jala jala bhaber sathe ekta onno rakom anubhuti hochhilo-bhasay bojhate parbona. Amar hat duto or pithe chole gelo, joriye dhorlam. Ah, kono meyeke joriye dharar ki sukh! sharirta jeno ekta narom kichhur bhitor dube jachhe. Amio or uparer thotta chuste laglam. Tarpar, oke joriye dhore ultiye diye or upore chore gelam. Mukhta dhore seemar thot dutike alto kamre chuste laglam. Seema or jivta amer mukhe dhukiye dilo. Amio amar jiv diye or jivtate ghasa dite laglam. Thot duto diye chepe dhorlam. O ghano ghano swas phelte laglo, amake chepe dhore jeno or sharirer sathe pise felar chesta korchhilo. Amar dhonta sakto hoye uthlo. Seema or komorta amer komorer sathe ghoste laglo. Ami or sharirer upor theke sore, side-e kat hoye shulam. Dan hatta or ekta maier upor bolate laglam, o ekta hat diye amer hater upore rekhe chap diye tipe dhorlo. Isharata bujhlam. Froker upor diyei ektu chap diye tepa shuru korlam. Seema fis fis kore bollo, “jamata khule ne na”. Ami botam khule, upor dike tule dilam. Bhitore arekta chhoto jama chhilo, otakeo botam khule uporer dike tule ditei chokher samne chhoto daber sizer mato mai duto lafiye dariye gelo. Off, amer je takhon ki obosta…..thik bole bojhate parbona. Jibone prothom mai darshan, tai ki korbo bujhte parchhilam na. Ha kore thakiye achhi, o amer ekta hath dhore maier upor rekhe, fis fis kore, bhalo kore tipte bollo. Mukher dike takiye dekhi, or farsa mukhtate kemon ekta lalche ava, mukhe ekta halka hasi. chokh duto bujhe achhe. Erakom bhabe oke dekhbo, amer kalponar baire chhilo, ami ha kore or mukher dike takiye dekhchhi ar maiduti tipchhi. Angulglo jeno ek tal makhoner modhye dhuke jachhe. Mai eto narom hoy! Amake orakom dekhte dekhe, o bollo,”ei, handar moto ki dekhchhis? Bhalo kore chatka ar bota duto ektu ghose de.” Bolei nijei ki kore ghoste hobe dekhiye dilo. Sara sharire kemon jeno ekta uttejona hochhilo. Barata dariye tong tong korchhilo, kemon ekta chap anuvob korchhilam okhane. Ami, moner sukhe, ash mitiye, nana bhabe tipe cholechhi. Botaduti khara ar shakto hoye uthechhe. Majhe majhe botaduti ghose dichhi. Or chokh duti bujhe achhe. Mukh diye ekta advut shabdo beriye aschhe. - -“Ki re, bhalo lagchhe?” gighasa korlam. –“hoo, kije bhalo lagchhe toke bojhate parbo na” chokh khule bollo. Ami ekta hath nicher dike namiye or navite rekhe bolate laglam. Samanno nichei or pantir ilastick. Khub lov holo pantir bhitore hath dhukie dite, kintu bhoy o korchhilo, jodi rege jay! Bondhuder kachhe shunechhilam, chheleder jemon lathir moton ekta khara danda thake, temni meyeder okhane ekta chapta fata jayga thake, ar oi fater bhitor ekta futo thake, jekhane chheleder dandata dhukiye komor narale naki khub aram lage, meyerao naki khub aram paye. Eke chodachudi bole. Ami navi theke talpet porjontto halka bhave hath bulote bulote bhabchhilam eber ki korbo, o ki niche hath dite debe? O ki amake chudte debe? –“Ei, ki korchhis? Pantita khule okhane hatha na” seema bole uthlo. –“ kothay?” kemon jeno anmona bhabei giggasa korlam, bokar moto. –“buddu kothakar, gude, aber kothay? Kichhu janena hadaram.” O mukh jhamta dilo. –“satyi ami kichhu janina meyeder sathe ki korte hoy. Shikhiye de na” soja suji swikar kore nilam, surrender kore dilam or kachhe. –“Age pantita khule de, tor pantao khule ne, tarpar tor barata guder futote dhukiye de, komor nariye chude de amake. Oh ma, ar parchhi na, amar sara sharirta kemon korchhe. Shigiri dhoka na bokachoda, taratari amake kore de na. Ou, ahh, more jabo eber.” Ei asobhyo katha ar galagali shune ami abak hoye gelam. Kono meye je erakom katha bolte pare ….ovigyotay chhilo na. Abak hoye takai or dike, ekta gonganir moto aoyaj berochhe or mukh diye. Chokhduti bondho, mukhta lal hoye achhe, dant diye thota kamre kamre dhorchhe. Pantita tene khule dilam. Seema sathe sathe pa duto dupase chhariye dilo. Dekhlam satyi komorer niche duto thoter moto kichhu ekta jure achhe, majhe ekta chera moto. Kintu futota kothay? Dekhte pachhi na to! Or kathamoto amio panta khule nilam. Barata soja dariye achhe. Emon ton ton korchhe je kichhu ekta karar tagid anuvab korlam. Or katha mato barata hath diye dhore oi fata moto jaygatate ghoste shuru korlam. Kayekber ghosar par dhakka marlam, kintu dhukchhe kothay! Kayekber bifal chestar par seema ekta hath diye amer barata dhore, ektu niche namiye ene chepe dhorlo, bollo, “ne chap de, dhuke jabe. Gadha kothakar, kichhu jane na eto boro barai sar….” Amar ar ki korar achhe! Dilam chap. Barata sar sar kore, ekta narom, garom futor modhye dhuke gelo, jeno narom makhoner bhitor angul dhukale hoy. Ooohhhhhhh uuufffffff mmaaaaa, ektu aste dhoka na….”byathay jeno ektu kunkre gelo o. Chokh duto baro baro hoye gechhe. Ami obhabei adha dhokano barata rekhe dilam. Kichhukkhan par aste aste seema swabhavik holo. Fhons kore ekta niswas fele bollo, “eber aste aste komorta nara”. Amio narate laglam. O khichie uthlo, “ki hochhe? Orakom bhabe narachhis keno….samne pichhane otha nama kar”. Ami, narate bolechhe bole, byatha lagar bhoye aste aste pasha pashi narachhilam. Fale barata eki jaygay guder deyale lagchhilo. Ekhon or katha shune pachhata upor niche korte laglam. Fale, barata eber bhitore dhukte ar berote laglo. Ki tight!!!!, besh jor lagchhilo. Seemao, dhekhlam, “uuuuufffff uuuufff mmmaaaaaaa ……..”bole, dhakkar sathe sathe agu pchhu korchhilo. Barata ektu ektu kore bhitore, aro gobhire jachhilo. Kintu ami er dhairjo dhorte parchhilam na, barata tene, baire ber kore, marlam ek gayer jore dhakka……..foch kore purota dhuke gelo bhitore. Purota dhuke gechhe bujhlam jakhon or guder bedite amer talpetta dhakka khelo. Bodh hoy ektu jorei merechhilam dhakkata, o gungiye uthlo, mukhta byathay kuchke gelo, chokh diye jol berochhe. Kede fello, mukh jhamta diye khisti diye uthlo, “shala harami, amay mere fellogo…..ohhhh maaaa, dekho tomer adorer boro meyer ki obsta korechhe….priyo gudtake fatiye diyechhe re…… ekhon amake ei fata gud niye ghurte hobe……” Or katha shune, ami fik kore hese fellam. Gud-barar sanjogsthale dekhlam… mone holo, ekta gorthe ekta idur jeno dhuke royechhe. Ami haschhi dekhe o rege gelo, bollo, “shala, ghadhachoda, haschhe dekho…..chod shala ….chod….eber jore jore chude de…..amar guder jwalata mitiye de. Ohh, ei jwala er sojjo korte parchhi na…… taratari kar”. Ami bokar moto giggasa korlam,” ki korbo”? Ore shala bokachoda, eto baro hoyechhis, baratao to baniyechhis besh…..ar chudte paris na!!!! Khankir chheler katha shune ami hasbo na kadbo!!!! Chal, tabe amii toke chudi. Shikhe ne… kemon kore chudte hoy”.Ami hrboriye bollam, –“han, amay shikhiye de… ami sattii e byapare kichhui jani na. Amar sharirta ki rakom jeno korchhe……..”O amay du hat diye jorie dhorlo, amakeo bollo joriye dhorte. Tarpar, ek pa amar komorer upor tule diye, pashe goriye gelo. Amar upor chore boslo, gudtheke barata na khulei. Or hatuduto amar komorer dupashe, amar mukher dike takiye haslo, buke or maiduto jhulonto kono faler mato dekhte lagchhilo. Oi jhulonto falduto amar chapta buke alto kore nariye dilo. Tate or maier shakto bota duto amer buke ektu shursuri diye gelo. Sara shorire kanta diye uthlo, barata ekta jhatka dilo. Oro ektu kenpe uthlo. Eber o jut kore, guchhiye boslo. Gud-barar jorta ekbar dekhlo. Amar buker dupashe hatduto rekhe, komorta upore tullo. Laljhol makha barata kemon jeno chakchak korete laglo. Amar darun lagchhilo dekhte. Mathata uchu kore dekhte laglam. Dekhchhi ar kepe kepe uthchhi. Shirshiranita kromoso bere jachhe. Barata ekta pichhil path dhore uthchhilo ar namchhilo. Seemar gud theke har har kore ras berochhe ajhor dharaye. Mukhta lal, komorta eber taratari uthchhe namchhe. Speed bere gechhe. Ek tana sure awaj hochhe….fuch fuch, foch foch, pakath foch……… besh ekta madokata ene dichhilo….. Kromosho, bujhte parchhilam, guder deoyal amar barake chapchhe ar chharchhe. Jeno fokla dante baratake chibochhe ar chooschhe. Amaro takhon emon abosta je kichhu ekta jeno berobe berobe mone hochhe. Baratao lohar moto shakto hoye uthech shabole moto….. jeno or gudta ke futo kore aro bhitore dhuke jete chaichhe. Bhitore kise jeno dhakka marchhe…..ar seta dhakka kheye or peter bhitor dhuke jachhe. Lokkho korlam, seemao aro digun utsahe aro jore, Ekdom baray gora porjjonto dhukiye nichhe. Erokom chollo pray 15 minute, tarpari…..”ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh arrrrrr p a a a a r r r rc h h h h i i i i i n a a a r re……..t t t t to o o o r r r ra a a t a a a am e e e r ….. s ssooobbbb tttttttteeeeenneeeee nnnniiilllooooo rrrrreee amar beeeeeerrrroooochhhh…….”bolei dhopas kore, amar buker upor shuye porlo, mukhta gharer kachhe dhukiye diyechhe. Foos foos kore niswas felchhe. Maiduto amar buke thebre diyechhe. Aste aste gudtake baray ghoschhe ar ki jeno amar baray jhaloke jhaloke porchhe. Ami or pithe hath bolate bolate aste kore giggasa korlam, “ha re barar upor ki porchhe re”? O mukh tule amar mathar dupashe dui hate dhore thote ekta chumu diye muchki hese bollo, “shiblinger mathay jol dhallam, kintu shiblongo to thanda hoyni, ne eber ghure ja ar amar moto thap de tahole tortao beriye jabe………..aram pabi…..toro khub bhalo lagbe dekhis”. Sathe sathe amio ager moto gud— barar jor na khulei, palti khelam. Barata ton ton korchhilo, kichhu ekta jeno berobe berobe korche, barar mathay ekta bhison chap…Shuru korlam thap, or dekhano pathei dhakka dite laglam hitahit gyanshunno hoye. Lagbe ki lagbe na, seema aram pachhe ki na……….e sob mathay nei. Komor tao jeno autometic cholte laglo, ai rokom 15/20 ta thaper por barar matha diye ki jeno jhaloke jhaloke berote laglo. Amar sob shakti shes……”goooo gggooooo iiiiiisssssshhhhh oreee sssssseeemmaaaarrrreeeee jjjjjaaaaa ccchhhhh iiiiillllooooooo ssssssssssssssoooooobbbb tttttooookkkkeeee dddiiiiiiyyyyyeeee dddddiiiiiiilllllllllaaaaaaaaaaamm nnnnneeee ……kkkiiiiii sssss uuuuuu kkkkkkkkkkkkk hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooo hhhhhhh……” lutiye porlam or maiyer upor. Seema o amake duhate joriye dhorl, or narom maiyer upor. Besh jorei chepe dhore roilo kichhukhon. Ei bhabe pore roilam kichhukhon, tarpar or upor theke uthe pashe shuye porlam. Gaye kono jor chhilo na. Dujonei lengto, o kat hoye amar buke hath bulote bulote giggyasa korlo, “kemon laglo re? Sukh peli”? –“darun, khuuuub bhalo, ei tui esob kothay shikhli? Nischayi anekdin theke ei sob nongra kaj korchhis, tai na”. Bole, or khara khara maite hath dilam. Ayes kore tipte laglam. –“hu, korechhe bolei na besidin na korle mathata kharap hoye jay. Ar,nongra kaj? Bokachoda, gudmarani, Etokkhon tui kon punner kaj korli shala?” –“achha, achha, chhar oshob katha, kar sathe korechhis, guruta ke”? –“aj ar noy, deri hoye gechhe, eber jete hobe. Ne chhar”. – “age bol, tabe chharbo”. Bolei hate dhara maitake jore tipe dhorlam. –“uuuhhhhhuuuuuuu lagchhe, chhar ajke, pare ekdin bolbo. D eri hoye jachhe, eber mina sandeho korbe”. –“keno, sandheho korbe keno? O ki jano eisob”? –“bolchhito, pare sob katha bolbo. Ekhon chhar”. Bolei ek jhatkay amar hath chhariye uthe porlo. Jama-kapor porte laglo. Amio amar panta porte porte giggyasa korlam,–“shudh ekta prosner jabab diye ja, eto kisti tui shikhli kothay”? O hese, chokh motke, amer barata panter upor diye tipe, bollo,–“o sob meyeder alada kore shikhte hoy na, gude kutkutoni dhorle ba thagrai barar thap porle, guder raser sathei gar gar kore mukh diye beroy. Osob tui bujhbi na, nahole eto baro bara korechhis ar gud chudte parisna”! Erpar boi-khata guchhiye, thik thak hoye seema chole gelo.

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