Pochonder Maapkathi

Kichudin holo baRi te phone korle sudhu ekta i kotha. Baba ta aage bhalo chilo, ekhon se o buRo boyeshe, aar kauke pashe na dekhe, tar bou er suur e suur miliyeche. Tumpa, boRopishi, mejokaka, sobai phone kore. tader ekta i jiggyashsho.

"hnyare, kobe biye korbi?"

chinta r kotha. kobe-r proshno to tokhon othe jokhon kake-r uttor jana thake. aar seta jana thakle, ei mishti modhur badla din e ki aar ami boshe boshe blog likhtam? khub kothin shomoshya. ashe pashe, ba ektu duure, je chelegulo ache, tader songe dinner e jaoa jaye, ghum na ashle, raatbhor adda mara jaye, emonki khub sahosh kore Grudge-2 o dyakha jaye. kintu bibaho? noibo noibo cho!

Se besh hashi khushi hobe. ektu norom norom mon, ektu bhola bhala, besh boka prithibi-r rokom sokom bojhe, kintu care kore na. je tar nijer banano duniya te nijer moton kore khushi thake. je kono din i amar dike byanger hashi, ba kothin chokh niye takaye na. je tar kacher manush der jonno onek koshto shojjo kore, kintu mukh e eboNg mon e tar resh poRte dey na. je niirobe dukhkho paye, kintu tate ki hoyeche bole chokh muche fyale. je protidin sokale, aager raat er bishaad bhule jete pare nimeshe. je tar moner nibhrito ashonka, odhikkar er sathe amar upor chapiye dey, je tar somosto bishshash er sathe amake eka cheRe dey, je amar ohetuk bayna, gobhir shashone bNedhe rakhte pare, je amar beshuro gaan shune khya khya kore hashe, kintu chup korte bole na, je tar jiboner obhiggota diye amar protidiner bhoy ke shanto korte pare. je din raat amar upor snigdho chhaya hoye thake.

jake dekhe amar ekta kotha i mone hoy. "o ekdom amar maayer moton."

karur sondhane thakle bolo.