(Ei golper shob choritro shompurno kalponik. Kono bastob ghotonar shonge mil akantoi kaktaliyo o onichchhakrito)
Aj shokale amar kobitar khatata kemon odbhut bhabe hashchhilo. Ami to obak. "Ki re, hashchhish kano?" Jigyesh kortei aro bichchhiri bhabe heshe bollo "Tumi ajkal kirokokm jano shob kobita lekho." Ami to moha khappa! Amar kobita niye fajlami? Bollam "Oh, khub to kabyoroshik hoechhish dekhchhi. Kano, ki amon kharap amar kobitagulo?" O bollo "Oma, kharap kokhon bollam? Kharap noy to. Ei mane....ektu kamon jano." Shune ami aro rege gelam. Bollam "Tai bujhi? Ta kamon shuni ektu?" O bollo "Nijei pore nao na. Tomar lekha dosh bochhor agekar kobitagulo o to roechhe."
Ami kichhuta birokto hoei porte arombho korlam. Shei class 7 theke ei khatatay kobita likhchhi. Oshob porte ki ar akhon bhalolage? Nehati shishushulobh, boka-boka, opotu haater koekta okkhorke pashapashi boshiye kobita korar cheshta hoechhe.
Kintu porte gie kamon jano akta laglo. Eigulo ki shotti amar lekha? Hater lekha ta to hubohu akrokom. Kintu ei shobdogulo? Ei chhondo? Egulo shob ki shotyi amar? Ar chokhe takiye dekhlam khatata mukh tipe hashchhe. Ami na dakhar bhan kore pore chollam. Kintu porbo ki? Proti line ei je chomke uthchhi! Eishob akshomoy ami i bhabtam? Ei ami i? Mone korbar cheshta korlam. Shesh kobe eibhabe bhebechhi? Mone porlo na.
Fer khatar dike chokh feralam. Totokkhone pata oltate oltate class 12 perie first year e pouchhe gechhi. Kintu tokhono ki jhokjhoke chhondo! Ki chonmone obhibyakti! Ki ulloshito gotibeg! Nijeri ashchorjo lage.
Khatata totokkhone heshe pray goriye pore. Ami ektu oprostut hoe bollam "Ai shon na...mane tui ki....mane eta ki tui onekdin dhorei...." O bollo "Ami to goto du bochhor dhore tomake ishara korchhi, tumi takabar nam i koro na". Ami bollam "Achha, eta kano hochhe bol to? Mane tor ki mone hoy?"
Eta shune o akebare ho ho kore heshe uthlo. Bollo "Tumi to achchha gobet! Amar mone hobe koththeke? Khatar ki mon thake? Ami to shudhui smriti". Ami bollam "Ta dutor modhye parthokyo ta ki shuni?" O bollo "Oitai to tomar dosh. Moner duto ongsho thake. Akta ongsho thake otite, take bole smriti. Arekta thake bhobishhote, tar nam asha. Tumi to akta ke niei mete thako".
Shune amon raag holo je khatatake tule chhure fellam matite. Dosh pochhorer purono khata. Patagulo khule berie elo. Class 8 er kobita gulo haway urte laglo. 11 er kobita gulo chhorie galo khaater tolay. Ar mashkhanek agekar dhushor, rongchota kobita gulo pant er dhulo jhere hashte hashte amake bollo "Bhoy nei. Ora ure geleo, amra tomar shongei thakbo".
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no one's commented on this?!?!? this is brilliant...koyekta insights pelam, sheta hoyto mail e shaarbo. but just on the literary front, i like the conversational sort writing. kolpona ta ke bastobe anar procheshta, not bad at all. the khata of course is more interesting than the protagonist. ekhan theke freud aramse koyekta conlusions tene felto, for example, the schizoid layers of chitrak gupta and how his subdued sub conscious is finally given a voice!
p.s. i hope the khata is still there in real life. i remember meeting this interesting character one evening in nirula's some years back!
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