Ajke didimonir jonmodin. Bodh hoy pochashi bochhorer. Othoba chhiyashi. Ke jane. Amar mone hoy na didimoni nijeo janey bole.
Deshbhager somoye jokhon Maymansingha theke ekta chhotto suitcase ey nijer jeebontake bhore, pnaach bon, ek bhai, ebong ma-baba shuddhu paliye elo epaare, tokhon ekta jonmosaal lekha chhoto chirkut KOTHAY hariye gachhe, ke jaane. Tar songe hariye gechhilo chhotobela theke protita classey first hoye pawa somosto prize. Emon ki matriculation ey meyeder modhye prothom howar certificate tao purono 'basa' y fele ashte hoyechhilo. Porar saree nebe, na porar boi - tar modhye saree ta khub sohojei jite gechhilo. Aha, bnachte hobe toh!
Tarpor toh gonga-padma diye koto jol goralo. Didimonir biye holo. Dui chhele-meye holo. Certificate chharai, ki ekta porikkhay bheeshon bhalo kore, Bengal audit apishe kaaj peye galo. Eka haate, rnedhe-berey, chhele-meye ke poriye, bor ke apishe pathiye, shashuri ke seba-jotno kore, thik aattar modhye apish chole jeto didimoni. Retirement er poreo, amar tero-choddo bochhor boyesh obdhi, nijei sara barir ranna-banna korto. Eke ki grihokormonipuna bole? Khub-i inadequate tahole shobdota.
Jigyesh korle, muchki heshe bolto 'amar ekhon onek boyesh'. 'Bolto' bolchhi, karon goto bochhorey jeeboner tritiyo cerebral attack tar por theke kotha bola bondho hoye gachhe ekebare. Bhetorer kolkobjagulo bigrechhe, ar baireta ekebare shirnokay hoye gachhe. Pnajrar haargulo poshto bojha jay. Haat gulo pray amar buro anguler soman. Bheeshon gorom, othoba jobbor sheet, rannaghor othoba drawing room - sob somoy, sob jaygatei jaake saree pore, chul anchre, ekebare fitfat hoye thakte dekhechhi, sey ajkal ekta nightie pore, saradin bichhanar songe ekebare mishe giye shuye thake.
Eibhabe miliyeo jabe hoytoh ekdin. Fus montore.
Manusher mon boro bichitro. Khub kothin osukh holey kichhudin sobai 'aha, uhu' kore. Kintu tarpor nijer nijer jeebone phire jay sobai. Tai didimonir songe kotha bolar ar keu thake na bishesh.
Tai didimoni shuye thake. Shuyei thake.
Ami jokhon Kolkatay jai, tokhon adda mari niyom kore. Kintu sey toh shudhu ami. Ar se toh chhaw mashey ekbaar.
Kolkatar barir karor ajke monei nei je jonmodin.
Tai ajkeo didimoni hoytoh shuyei thakbe. Shuyei thakbe.
Deshbhager somoye jokhon Maymansingha theke ekta chhotto suitcase ey nijer jeebontake bhore, pnaach bon, ek bhai, ebong ma-baba shuddhu paliye elo epaare, tokhon ekta jonmosaal lekha chhoto chirkut KOTHAY hariye gachhe, ke jaane. Tar songe hariye gechhilo chhotobela theke protita classey first hoye pawa somosto prize. Emon ki matriculation ey meyeder modhye prothom howar certificate tao purono 'basa' y fele ashte hoyechhilo. Porar saree nebe, na porar boi - tar modhye saree ta khub sohojei jite gechhilo. Aha, bnachte hobe toh!
Tarpor toh gonga-padma diye koto jol goralo. Didimonir biye holo. Dui chhele-meye holo. Certificate chharai, ki ekta porikkhay bheeshon bhalo kore, Bengal audit apishe kaaj peye galo. Eka haate, rnedhe-berey, chhele-meye ke poriye, bor ke apishe pathiye, shashuri ke seba-jotno kore, thik aattar modhye apish chole jeto didimoni. Retirement er poreo, amar tero-choddo bochhor boyesh obdhi, nijei sara barir ranna-banna korto. Eke ki grihokormonipuna bole? Khub-i inadequate tahole shobdota.
Jigyesh korle, muchki heshe bolto 'amar ekhon onek boyesh'. 'Bolto' bolchhi, karon goto bochhorey jeeboner tritiyo cerebral attack tar por theke kotha bola bondho hoye gachhe ekebare. Bhetorer kolkobjagulo bigrechhe, ar baireta ekebare shirnokay hoye gachhe. Pnajrar haargulo poshto bojha jay. Haat gulo pray amar buro anguler soman. Bheeshon gorom, othoba jobbor sheet, rannaghor othoba drawing room - sob somoy, sob jaygatei jaake saree pore, chul anchre, ekebare fitfat hoye thakte dekhechhi, sey ajkal ekta nightie pore, saradin bichhanar songe ekebare mishe giye shuye thake.
Eibhabe miliyeo jabe hoytoh ekdin. Fus montore.
Manusher mon boro bichitro. Khub kothin osukh holey kichhudin sobai 'aha, uhu' kore. Kintu tarpor nijer nijer jeebone phire jay sobai. Tai didimonir songe kotha bolar ar keu thake na bishesh.
Tai didimoni shuye thake. Shuyei thake.
Ami jokhon Kolkatay jai, tokhon adda mari niyom kore. Kintu sey toh shudhu ami. Ar se toh chhaw mashey ekbaar.
Kolkatar barir karor ajke monei nei je jonmodin.
Tai ajkeo didimoni hoytoh shuyei thakbe. Shuyei thakbe.
1 comment:
Eta pore boddo kanna peye gelo :(
Khub bhalo likhechish.
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