Odbhut Amazing 5 by polly mom

Kichudin porer ghotona....

Baba kichudin ghorei chuti katache.... Bhebechilam, ebar er chuti te kothao baba niye jabe, but Baba boddo tired.... Abaro kichudin por ki conference e Kolkata-r baire jete hobe.... Tai bashay rest nicche... ghore amader khub boring lagche.... Tai baba ke bollum

"baba, onek din to holo kothao beriye asha hoy na... cholo na kothao beriye ashi..."

"Na re, amar kichudin pore abar Delhi jete hobe conference er kaaj e...."

"Ta, cholo Kolkata bhetorei kothao beriye ashi...."

"Ta kora jae....Ta, kothae jabi???"

"Cholo Niccopark e jai...."

"Nicco park e???"

"Ha... Cholo na..."

"Acha thik ache chol..."

  Jei kotha shei kaaj.... Tai porer din, ma baba r ami chole gelam Nicco park e... Shokal shokal.... Tao abar mongol bar.... Tai, lok jon o kom... Matro koekjon chele pele ache, tao haate gona... Kono meye teye nei.... Ta gelam... Amader target hocche, shokal shokal water ride chore, sheshe, du ekta ride chore bashay fire jabo..... Ta water park e giye dekhi, matro dosh jon chele pele, amar theke tin char bochor boro, oder ekta group moja korche... Ta ami giyei neme gelam.... baba bollo baba-r thanda legeche, tai panite nambe na... Ma boleche rod arektu namle pore nambe.... Ta ami neme besh mojae korchi... Shatracchi, skee gulo chorchi... Ta kichukhon ektu rest nite laglam..... Dekhlam, oder group eri ekta chele amar pashe eshe shade e boshlo....

"Tomar naam ki dada???"

"Agge Suhil.... Dada apnarta???"

"Ami Bijoy..."

"Ta, dada, ota ki apnader group???"

"Ha, amra friend circle mile chole ashalam aaj ke University theke...."

"Ta dada, university khola na???"

"University khola, kintu class faki diye chole ashlam r ki...." bole hashlo she.... Tarpor bollo

"Aaj shokale eshe bhebechilam amra khub unlucky... Kono meye teye kicchu nei..."

"Ta to nei bote...."

"Kintu kicchukhon age ek mohila ke dekhlam.... Oma.... Ki bishal bishal dudh jora.... Jonme eto boro boro dudh dekhi ni.... Tumi kheyal korecho naki??? Bishal bishal du khana football buke niye ghurche... Pod khana jeno duto jambura... Dulche to dulche.... R navi-r niche chorbi.... Aha... Ei magi ke jodi ekbar joler moddhe ana jay... Tobe ki je moja hobe....." Ami hashlam... Tarpor bollam

"Ta, apni jake magi bolchen, she amar ma hoy...."

"Oh... Sorry dada.... Ami tomake hurt korte chai ni...."

"Na, kono shomoshya nei... Amar ma er dudh niye amiyo kheli... R ma er mishti dudh khete je ki shad... Ki bolbo dada!!!"

"Ki, tumi ekhono tomar ma er dudh khao????"

"Khabo na... ami je dudh er bebosta korechi....." bole hashlam.... tarpor bollam

"Ta, dada, tomar ki amar ma ke niye moja korte iccha korche???"

"Shotti bolte ki, jodi ekta chance petam, tobe ami je ki na kortam!!!"

"acha.... Tahole dekhi, apnader shokh gulo puron kora jay kina....." Chele ta khub utshahito hoye bondhuder kache gelo...

  Giye dekhi, baba ek jon porichito bondhu peye geche.... Tar shathe golpo korche r T.V. te ekta talk show dekhche.... R ma mon mora hoye boshe ache.... Ta ma ke giye bollam

"Ma cholo, nami giye...."

"Na, ami bhule amar extra saree r petticoat ante bhule gechi... Shudhu ek jora blouse ache bag e...."

"Shomoshya ki??? Shudhu Blouse pore namlei cholbe....."

"Kintu oi chele pele gular shamne obhabe...."

"Kono bepar naki??? R ora to onno dike chole geche.... R niche ekta gamcha bedhe nilei cholbe...."

"Ei dekho na... Tomar chele amay jole nam te bolche..." ebar baba ke bollo ma...

"Aha jao na.... Ami Rajesh babu-r shathe kichu joruri kotha ache.... Tar shathe kotha boli... Tumi giye cheler shathe moja koro..." Baddho hoye ma ke amar shathe ashte holo.... Food court theke water park ta thik dekha jay na..... R ashe pashe konoi manush jon nei.... Dure dure park er staff ra ache.... Ta jete jetei ami taan diye shari ta khule fele bag e pure fellam.... Ma ekhon bra chara blouse r shudhu petticoat pore ache..... Navi-r du angul niche, just gud er ektu upore petticoat pora... R blouse fete mone hocche dudh duto fete beriye porbo... R golae jhulche mongol shutro.... Ma ke dekhte pura randi-r moto lagchilo... Ta prae amra eshe gechi.... Dekhlam, panite ora ma er jonne wait korche... Amake dekhei Bijoy da haat narlo... Amio hashi mukhe haat narlam... Ma to dekhe bollo

"Tui na bolli chele gulo chole geche???"

"Ora je abar fire esheche ta ami janbo ki kore???"

"Ami nambo na!!!"

"Ma, tumi na namle kintu oi dada gulo khub mind korbe.... Cholo na..."

"Acha... Tui jokhon eto korei bolchish..."

"Ta ma ebar petticoat ta khule gamche ta pore felo..."

"Ki???"

"Ha..."

"Tobe changing room e chol..."

"Changing room keno??? Ekhanei kore felo... Niche ekta panty ache na???"

"Ha ta ache.... Tahole gamcha ta de..."

"Gamcha bhejanor dorkar nei... Panty ache na..." Toto khone chele gulo kachei chole esheche... Bollo

"Ha kakima.... Panty to achei..."

"Ma dekho ora eto kore bolche!!!" bole petticoat dhore dilam ekta taan... R petticoat khule matite pore gelo... Shudhu ekta shada panty, r shada blouse e abrito ma er kalo dudhial body prokash pelo... Chele gulo jeno pile chomke gelo...

"aah.... Kakima... Apnake dekhte je ki shundor lagche...." bollo ekjon....

""Ashun kakima... Cholun jole nami..." bole ekjon haat dhore taan diye ma ke joler majhkhane niye gelo... Ekhon prae buk jol... Ei obostatei ami ebar ma er pechone giye dudh duto chepe dhore boli

"Dada ra.... Apnader ebar ekta magic dekhai...."

"Ei char bolchi dushtu kothakar..." ma bollo

"Na dekhao tumi..." ora chilliye uthlo

"Jhumontor chu... Chumontor Chu!!!" bole dudh duto te dilam ek raam tip.... R blouse er shamne ta gelo puroi bhije!!! Ora to obaak hoye gelo

"E abar kemon kore shombhob???"

"Dekhi ami pari kina???" bole arekjon dilo tip... Blouse khana aro bhije gelo...

"Oma, amiyo to magic ta pari!!!" heshe bollo she....

"Kakima... Ebar ektu dekhan na... Bhetore ki ache!!!"

"Dekhachi..." bole blouse khulte nilam, r ma badha dilo... Bollo

"Shobai to amake dekhche.... Ebar ami ekta magic dekhai...." bole ek jon er pant taan dilo... R omni taar bishal bara ber hoye gelo... Ta obbosho tokhono puro darani... Ma bollo

"Ebar dekho amar jadu!!" bole bara niye khechte thaklo... R shathe shathe puro dariye gelo... Ebar arek jon bollo

"Amar ta te dekhan!!!"

"Amar ta te dekhan!!!" arek jon bollo... Bole shobai tader shorts khule fello... Ma ebar shobar ta ek bar ekbar kore khechte thaklo... Tarpor, shobai bollo

"Ebar kakima... Apnar magic er rohosshota dekhan!!!" Ma ebar heshe blouse khana khule bishal bishal duto danob ber kore anlo... Dekho to shob gulo ha!!!

"Ei je magic!!!" bole ebar ma tip diye finki mere dudh ek joner mukhe marlo...

"R magic dekhate hobe naki???" ma jigesh korlo...

"Ebar amra amader magic dekhachi!!!" bole ma er blouse r panty tene chire fele she ki chodon!!! Gud pod shob ekaekar kore fello Ma er maal diye... R tip tip te etoi porimaan dudh ber holo, je oi lake er jol prae shada hoye gelo!!!

  Fire ashchi... Baba ami r ma taxi te... Baba bollo

"To tui r tor ma ki rokom moja korli??? Shunlam, aaj bole ek dol chele pele ashchilo???? Kono disturb koreni to???"

"Disturb??? Ora ma er shathe khub moja korlo...."

"Moja korlo mane???"

"Ei, ma er shathe jol chitachiti, ei shob r ki... "

"O acha... Ami bhebe chilam.. " bole baba heshe dilo... Ami ma er dike takiye ebar hashlam!!!

  Porer din.... Ghum theke uthe dekhi, pashe keo nei... Ghorite shokaal atta.... Raate ma er dudh khete khete ghumiye porechilam... Ekhon mathata besh patla lagche... Ga e jor o kom..... Tobou shorir tate beshi jor pacchilam na... Shuye thakte thakte bored.... Tai bhablam, niche giye T.V. dekhbo... Haatre haatre, aste aste niche namchi... Hotat kaan e elo, ma er golar shobdo.... Shunlam ma er kontho

  "Aaha... Aste... Omaaa.... Aste...."

  Ami ektu obaak bone gelam.... Bashay to r keo thakar kotha na... Noren da geche bari.... Geche tao ek shoptaher jonne.... Baba o ek mash er jonne geche... Parar chele pelerao shokal bela je jar kaaj e jae... Ta ei shokal bela ke ashbe???

  Ranna ghore giye ami ja dekhlam ta dekhe ami tajjob bone gelam... Obbosho, pore ma er kache puro ghotona ta bollam....

  Er ager din, raat e ferar shomoy Ma ke Makhanlal dadu bolechilo

  "Bouma... Abar shiggiri dekha hobe..." Ma heshe kothar kotha bhebe bhule giyechilo...

  Shokale bela, Ma er hotat ghum bhenge jae calling bell er shobde.... Ghorite baaje shokaal shaat ta... Amake r choto bhai ke ghum e rekhe, ma ekta Maxi ga e diye niche neme ashe.... Ma ektu obaak e hoy.... Eto shokale abar ke ashbe.... Niche neme jiggesh korlo

"Ke???"

"Kholo Bina!!!" opash theke bollo... Ma golar shor chine khule dekhe Makhanlal dadu baire dariye achen, shathe aro dujon bhodrolok, tari boyoshi... Tin joni dhuti, shuti shirt ebong latthi niye beriyeche... Bojha jacche Morning walk korte beriyeche era....

"Ki holo Bouma... Chinte parcho na???"

"Na, makhan kaku...."

"Ta amader ki bairei dar koriye rakhbe???"

"Na, na... Ghore ashun..." bole ma dorja theke shore dariye khabar table e rakha Orna bishal dudh er upor jorate gelo... Omni Makhanlal dadu bollo

"Aaha.. Ei gorome abar otar dorkar ki??? Dao, amra gham mucchi..." bole taan diye sheta diye mukh mocha shuru korlo.... Ma er maxi er upor diye tar bishal bishal dudh er upor takiye ache onno du bhodro lok... Ebar ma er dike takiye bollo Makhanlal dadu

"Bouma... Era amar bondhu... Subir Babu, r Nitin babu..."

"Nomoshkar..." ma bollo

"Nomoshkar.... " ma er dudh theke chokh prae na shoriyei bollo tara dujon....

"Ta shokal shokal hete elam... Cha khawabe na???"

"Nishchoi...." bole ma cha er jol boshalo.... Ebar Makhanlal dadu jigesh korlo

"Ta, Jibon kothay geche???"

"Jibon to ek mash er jonne Delhi geche...."

"Tomar oi kajer chokra???"

"O ektu desher bari..."

"R tomar chele duto???"

"Ora dujoni ghumoche.... Borotar jor..."

"Oh acha..."

Edike jol prae fota shuru koreche.... Ma kouto theke guro dudh ber kore jei meshate jabe tokhoni

"Darao bouma.... Ki korcho???"

"Keno, cha e dudh meshachi... Apnara ki laal cha khaben naki???"

"Na, dudh chae e khabo, kintu gura dudh er cha noy...."

"Kintu ghore je r kono dudh nei..."

"Ki jata bolcho..... Gotokaal jekhan theke dudh diyechile, shei dudh eri cha khabo...."

"Ki bolchen???"

"Bouma, dudh debe, naki Bolod er guto kheye tarpor dibe???" bole Maxi er upor diyei Ma er ekta dudh chipe dhorlo Makhanlal dadu... Ma bujhlo, r konoi upay nei... Baddho hoye bollo

"Thik ache... Dicchi...." bole ma er bishal ekta dudh ber kore cha er upor tipe tipe spray kore dudh meshate thaklo... Onno dujon er chokh fete ber hoye gelo prae, r Makhanlal babu hashte thaklo...

"Nandi Babu, Nitin babu... Ei cha ekbar kheye dekhun, er shad r kokhono bhul ben na!!!"

Cha banano shesh... Ebar ma tader tin jonke cha cup e dilo....

"Ki go Bouma, tumi cha khabe na???"

"Na..."

"Chi, emon korte hoy??? Tomar jonnou ektu banao...."

"Acha..." bole ma abaro unune cha boshalo....

"Cha khete kemon hoyeche Nondi babu???"

"Oshadharon!!!"

"nitin Babu???"

"Aah... Emon shad er cha kotodin je khai ne!!!"

"Amar totota bhalo lagche na... Bouma, amartae ektu dudh kom poreche..... Arektu dudh dao to!!!" bole ma er dudh tip diye cha e dudh spray kore nilo...

"Aah... Ebar na shad hoyeche...." Ma er cha totokhone hoye geche... Ma jei guro dudh meshate jabe, tokhoni abaro Makhanlal babu bollen

"Ei bouma.... darao... Aaj tomay ekta special cha khawabo!!!" bole ma er haat theke cup ta kere nilo Makhanlal babu... Er por tini ja korlo, ta keo asha koreni... Nijer dhuti ta khule tar bishal bara ber kore khecha shuru korlo... Beshikhon khechte holo na... Maal out korlo ma er cha er cup er bhetor... Tarpor sheta nere ma er haat diye bollo

"Dekho bouma... Khete kemon hoyeche... Tobe dudh chaile ami r ekhon dudh dite parbo na... Tobe lagle, Nondi babu r Nitin babu to achen e!!!"

Ma cup haat e niye dariye thaklo... Ebar prae dhomoker moto kore Makhanlal babu bollen

"Taratari cha shesh kore nao Bouma!!!" Ma baddho meyer moto cha shesh korlo... Tarpor Makhanlal babu bollen

"Cha kemon laglo Bouma???"

"Besh tasty.... Kintu dudh kom porechilo... Aro khete icche korche..."

"Cha e mishiye khabar dorkar nei... Direct dudh e khao!!! Nondi Babu, Nitin Babu, dudh hobe to???" Ora kichu bolar agei, ma hatu gere boshe dhutir nich theke dujoner bara ber kore ene khecha r chosha shuru kore diyeche.... Nondi ebong Nitin babu kichu bolte giyei chup kore moja nite thaklo, r Makhanlal babu ma er dudh niye khelte thaklo... Beshikhon laglo na... Kichukhon er moddhei ma er mukhe maal khoshalo dujon!!!

"Ta, dudh khete bhalo legeche bouma???"

"Aalbaat!!!"

"Ta, shobi jodi mukh diye pete jae, tobe to hoy na... Tomar je obhukto aro duti mukh ache!!!" bole ma er maxi taan diye chire fello Makhanlaal babu... Tarpor, a ke kitchen er floor e shuiye ma ke choda shuru korlen tini... Boyosh hoyeche besh, kintu tobuo prochur speed e thap diye thapate thaklo... Tarpor, gud theke ber kore ma er pod e dhukiye abaro raap thap... Tar por pod e maal charlo Makhanlal babu..

"Bouma.... Dutoi besh tight ache tomar.... Aaha.. Khasha cheeze tumi... Nondi Babu, Nitin Babu, ebar apnarao ektu khaiye din amar Bouma ke!!!" Nitin r Nondi babu jhapiye porlo ma er upor..... Ek jon pod e arek jon gud e choda shuru korlo... R makhanlaal dadu tar abar thatano bara ma er mukhe pure chidte thaklo...

  "Aaha... Aste... Omaaa.... Aste...."

  Emon shomoy hotat tara dujon theme gelo....

Ma chechiye uthlo

"Kire buror dol... Toder ki r ga e jor nei!!!" bole ebar kitchen er dorjar dike chokh porlo.... kitchen er dorjay je ami dariye achi.... Makhanlaal babu ebar mukh theke bara ber kore ene bollen

"Babu, tomar baba nei to... Tai tomar ma er sheba jotno korchi..."

  Ami durbol bhabe hashlam... Ma ebar tahole para jowan chele fele, buro tin take chudche!!! Bollam

"Dadu ra.... Amar ma er bhalo kore sheba jotno korun!!!" R ke shone kar kotha!!!! Chodon dilo tin jon amar shamne.... Amio bara ber kore khecha shuru korlam... Jokhon maal prae out hobe tokhon ma ke bollam

"Khanki Magi ma amar!!! Aay, kheye ja tor daily protien!!!" Ma ebar haatu gere boshe amar laura mukhe purlo, r ami birjo bishorjon korlam!!!!

  Kichudin porer ghotona.... Baba bashay fire esheche... Pujoy ebar amader paray besh ghota kore ayojon kora hoyeche.... Shobai khub khushi....

  Ta ei pujor din gulote onek kichui ghoteche.... Tobe tar age pujor shopping er ghotona bola dorkar....

  Tokhono baba fere ni.. Ma er shopping tokhono baki…. Edike ami nijer bepare kichuta busy, r oi dike, Noren da ektu Bari geche.... Edike Ma gayatri didimar shathe golpo korte laglo….

  “Ki Bina, ebar Pujor shopping ki shesh???”

“Na mashima, bari keo nei... Tobe dekhi, babu ke apnader bashay rekhe tarpor jabo… Apnader ta shesh???”

“Amay to ebar Saree pathiyeche chele... Ekhon shudhu tomar meshomoshayer ta kena baki...”

“Oh acha… Ta ami bhabchilam ami aaj kei jai... aran Babu ke apnader bashay diye jai… Oh Bittu-r shathe khela koruk, ami ei faak e niye ashi...”

  Ei bole ma bhai ke dite esheche, dekhe Makhanlal dadu r didima boshe golpo korche…

“Ki go Bina kemon acho???” dushto hashi haslo dadu.

“Eito bhaloi… Babu ke apnader bashay rekhe shopping jacchilam...”

“Ta amio jai tomar shathe... Amar o kichu kena hoy ni ebar...”

“Na thak ami ekai parbo...”

“Na, tomar mesho-r shathe jao... Eka eka ekhon ber hoya risky...” bollo Didima...

“Acha thik ache...” bole Ma hashlo… R mone mone bhablo, “Ish ei Buri jodi janto....”

  Bikaal pachta... Ma r Makhanlal dadu Taxi er pechone boshe Market e jacche.... Rastae besh jam... Du pashe duto boro boro lorry thakate, ashe pashe keo dekhche na ma ke… Driver o shamner dike takhache.... Emon shomoy hotat Dadu ma er dudh chepe dhorlo Sareer upor diyei... Ma bollo

“Aha, ekhane na... Pore kono shomoy...”

“Na, ekhoni... Pore time pabo kina ke jane???”

“Charun bolchi... Aha, eto tiple to dudh beriye jabe...”

“Aha, dao na tipi!!!”

Eshob shune, Taxi Driver rear mirror diye pechone dekhte thaklo... Ei dekhe Dadu bollo

“Ai, chokh shorao bolchi... Ami amar bou er ektu moja korbo, tao ki shanti te korte parbo na bujhi???”

“Meshomoshay, ami apnar bou holam kobe theke???” heshe bollo ma, r ei shune Taxi Driver o kichukhon hashlo...

  Market er shamne namlo Ma r Dadu.... Namar por bhara chukabar por Driver bollo

“Ta ebar pujoy kichu tips diben na???”

“Bhangti nai je....”

“Ei je amar tips!!!” bole Ma er dudh khana chipe dilo... Er por heshe gari taan dilo....

  Ma r Dadu ekta sareer dokane dhuklo... Ma dariye dariye shari dekhte laglo... Ma er bishal dudh er akorshone, dokandar shob customer fele ma ek khub importance diye dekhate laglo.... Edike ma kichukhon bhirer moddhe kheyal korlo, ke jeno tar pod tipe dicche... Fire takiye dekhe dadu... Ma ektu birokto hobar bhan korlo, r omni dadu bhoye bhoye Ma er kach theke shore gelo... Abar kichukhon por, hotat ma kheyal korlo, ke jeno tar pod khana abaro chipe dicche... Ma mone mone bhablo, nishchoi dadu, kintu dekhe, dadu onno pashe dariye ache... Ma ebar aste aste pechon takalo, r dekhlo, 13 boyoshi ekta chele tar pechone... Ma ke dekhei haat shoriye fello.... Ma takiye hashlo.... Ei dekhe, chele ta aro shahosh peye gelo.... Ma abar shamne takatei abaro pod niye khela shuru korlo... Ma ebar kichu bollo na... Shudhu mone mone heshe saree dekhte laglo....

  Kichukhon por shunlo

“Ashim, baba tumi bored hoye jao ni to???”

“Na, ma, ami duto bishal boro boro ball diye khelchilam!!!” bole ma er dike takiye hashlo... Ma o hashlo.... Cheletar ma kichu na bujhe chele ke niye onno dokane gelo....

Ma er kena kata shesh.... Dadu oi dike kena kata shere feleche… Dadu bollo

“Ta ebar ektu pressure pacche... Cholo bathroom e jai...”

“Ta apni jaan... Ami ekhane darai...”

“Na cholo amar shathe!!! Abar jodi hariye jai!!!” bole ma er haat dhore tene market er bath room e niye gelo... Raat prae atta baje... Shobai kena katae besto…. R market er bathroom besh nongra plus kono ek pashe shudhu ekta alo ache, bole keo nei.... Ma dhuktei dadu ma ke pechon firiye wall er shathe theshe dhorlo

“Ai mesho ki korchen???”

“Amay tipte dao na, r oi kochi khoka ki shundor tomar pod khana niye khello...”

”Ta apnar na pressure peyeche???”

“Pressure peyeche maal er.... Tomar gud khanai to amar bathroom!!!” bole ebar saree ta upore tullo

“Khanki magi, tui to dekhi, panty o porish ni... Tui to dekhi chodon khabar jonnei ekhane eshechish!!!” bole ebar duti uchiye ma er gud mara shuru korlo…. Prae dosh minute chudlo… Chude just maal feleche dadu, r omni arekta lok dhuke porlo… Lokta Market er security guard….

“Oma, eki!!! E ki korchen eshob ekhane???”

“Na, mane….”

“Daran, amake dekhi report dite hobe!!!”

“Na na… O korben na please!!!”

“Tahole to….” Bole lokta ebar ma ke wall er shathe theshe dhore bollo

“Amaro ek round khela chai Buro!!!” bole pant er chain khule pod e bara bhore o ki chodon!!! Er por ma ke basin er opor tule boshiye ma er gude bara chalan korlo… R she ki speed!!! Emnei tagra jowan lok, 27-28 boyosh hobe, tar upor khub strong figure… Lokta maal felte felte ma dud u bar jol khoshalo… Lokta maal fele bollo

“Aah… Ebar pujor duty ta besh hoyeche!!!”

  Kichudin por… Nobomir din shokale… Pujoy ebar Dutto der bari te besh boro korei pujo deya hocche… Baba Ami r Ma gelam okhane… Ma r Baba pujo debe, r Ami gechi dekhte… Pujo shuru hote r dosh ta minute baki… Emon shomoy bollo

“Boudi moni, tomar barite ki shidur ache???”

“Ha… Keno???”

“Jao to dekhi, giye ektu niye asho to…”

“Keno???”

“Aha… Jao, Purut moshay bolchen, jao niye asho….” Baba bollo

Ma baddho hoye bashay fire elo shidur nite….Ma ma er room theke ber hote jabe, emon shomoy purut moshay ghore dhuke bollo

“Boudi moni, khub teshta peyeche… Ektu dudh kheye nei…” Bole ma er blouse khana khule dudh khana chushte laglo… Tarpor, ma er petticoat uchiye bollo

“Nao, ebar tomar pujo dei!!!!” bole pod e bara dhukiye she ki chodon!!!

Gud r Pod e ekbar ekbar kore maal fele tarpor ma ke chere abaro pujo dite gelo… Ma abaro saree thik thak kore fire gelo

“Eto khon lage Shidur ante??? Bhaggish Purut moshay ektu dudh khete gelo… nahole tumi pujota miss korte!!!”

Ma haslo…

  Shedin raat e… Band party esheche…. Dhak dhol pitiye nacha nachi korche shobai… Baba bollo “Suhil, baba tui r tor ma ja… Amar emnei oshob gaan bajna shojjho hoy na!!!”

Gelam Ami r Ma… Giye dekhi Parar chele pele ta shobai nach che… Ma ke dekhe to tara teriye elo…

“Kakima, bhalo to???”

“Toder jalae r bhalo thakbe na….” bole ami hashlam….

“Kaki ma, cholun, nachi!!!”

“Aha, amar boyosh ache naki???”

“Nachte abar boyosh lage naki???” bole ma ke tene niye giye shobai ghire nach te thaklo… Mao tar bishal bishal dudh r pod duliye nachte thaklo…. Chele rao kom dushto na… Hut haat shobar shamnei, emon kichu hocche na bhan kore, ma er dudh r pod tipe dite thaklo… Emon shomyo abar load shedding… Omaboshyar raat…. Tar upor generator bole noshto… Tai ghut ghut e ondhokar…

  Edike chele ra situation er advantage niye openly ma er dudh r pod tipte thaklo… Ma ke ebar kane kane Romy bollo

“Kaki ma, oi dike ashun… Oi dike batash ache…” bole ma ke dhore amader basher shamne niye ashlo… Amader bashay abar generator ache…. Tai, amader bari theke kichu alo ashche… Kintu loadsheddin r raat bole keo ashe pashe nei… Shudhu ma r Amra koekjon… Ma ke ebar lamppost er shathe dar koriye ma er blouse khana aste kore khulte laglo Romy

“Aha, ekhane keno???” Ma bollo

“Aaj kaki ma ekhanei chudbo apnake!!!” bole ma ke ekta tight lip kiss dite thaklo, r oi dike onno ra ma er dudh r pod niye khelte thaklo… load shedding amader elakae ekbar gele du ghontar age ashena… Tai shei shujoge, ma ke ora khali petticoat rekhe puro ulongo kore fello ma ke… Ma halka badha deoya shotteo Ma er kotha na shune, oi rastar uporei amra ma ke chudte laglam, tao amader barir shamne…. Emon shomoy, Baba janala diye baire takalo… Takiye bollo

“Okhane, ke re???”

“Amra…” Ami chechiye bollam… Generator er shobde kichui shona jae na… R alo nei bole Baba kichui dekhte pacche na….

“Ki korish tora…”

“Ei kichu na… Just adda dicchi!!!” Edike Ma ke full force e chudche, Romy r Suraj…

“Kire, ota ondhokare ki norche re???”

“Na, kichu na… Amader pa narani hoyto!!!”

“Oh acha…” bole ebar baba abaro room er bhetor e chole gelo…. Ebhabei, puro load sheddin ta te amra shobai mile ma er gud r pod boriye dilaam maal e!!!”

  Shedin raat e....

  Raat barota... Ektu late korei firchi, jaate baba ghumiye pore, r kono proshner jobab dite na hoy... Ma shoja ghore dhuke, bed room e giye dhuloe jorano Shari khana khulche... Aah... Aaj rastae ki choda tai na khelo ma..... Parar chele peleder maal diye pod r gud bhorti kore ekhon ghumonto shamir ghore fire esheche ma.. Ekhon bhablo, snan kore fresh hoye tobeo ghumote jabe... Petticoat khana khule mati te porche shobe, r tokhoni, pechon theke Noren da joriye dhorlo... Ma pechone takiye kichuta bhoy pelo... Karon char haat dure baba ghumiye ache... Baba-r ghum besh gobhir, tobuo ke jane kokhn jege jae.... Ma chapa golae bollo

"Noren charo... Charo bolchi... Tomar shaheb ghore..."

"Na... Amar pujor chodon ta to holo na... Thik barir shamnei parar chele peleder ke chudte dilen... R ami apnar bachar baap hoye keno chudte parbo na????"

"Aha Noren..."

"Na.... Ekhono memshaheb, apnar 5 kg er bhari pachar theke chuiye chuiye maal porche oi parar cheleder... Aaj ei ghorei apnar shamir shamne ami apnake chudbo!!!" bole ma ke matite dhakka diye fele Noren da nijer bara ber kore bollo

"Ne magi, tor borer shamnei amar danda chosh!!!"

"Na, Noren... Ekhane na..."

"Magi, laura chosh nahole kintu tor bor ke ami deke tulbo!!!" Ma r ki korar baddho hoye Noren da er bara mukhe pure chushte laglo...

Edike ami shobe snan kore beriyechi.... Chul asrabo bole Ma er room giyechi... Giye jokhon sitation ta dekhlam, tokhon amar bara abar khariye gelo.... Baba ek pashe ghumiye ache, r tari shamne, Noren da ma ke matite fele bara choshache... Amar mathae shudhui dushto buddhi khela kora shuru korlo... Amio taratari pant khule nogno hoye gelam.... Ma amar dike takiye ache... Ma er chokhe shudhui bhoy r bishoy!!!

  "noren da tumi laura choshao, edike ami gud r pod khana ready korchi.. Randi ke aaj tar borer shamnei chudbo!!!"

  Gud e dui angul, r pod e tin angul dhukalam.... Dhukatei dekhi, maal e bhorti, r maal overflow hoye baire beriye porte laglo... Ma r parar cheleder mixed jouno rosh... Ei juice e amaro kichu krittito ache...

R ma kukiye uhtlo... Bara mukh theke ber kore bollo

"Suhil... Na ekhane na... Eta bhari onnnay hocche!!!"

"Randi, kotha kom bole bara chosh... Beshi kotha bollei kintu tor bor ke jagiye debo..."

"Ha, ma... Baba ke ami deke debo... Dekhiye debo, tar bou er gud r pod beye beye parar chele peleder maal jhore porche!!!"

Ma bhoye bhoye abaro barac hushte thaklo... Kichukhon por, ami amar bara ta ma er gud e set korlam... Ma bollo

"Suhil... Ekhane na... Tor baba jekono shomoy jege jabe!!!"

"Jege gelei bhalo.... Baba janbe, tar bou kemon boro randi.... Ebong ditiyo cheler ashol baap ke sheta janbe..."

"Aah.. Na suhil... " Ma r kichu bolar agei Noren da ma er mukhe bara pure dilo... Er por she arek raam chodon dilam ami.... 10 minute er mathae hotat baba keshe uthlo.... Ma bhoye prae lafiye uthlo, r ami r Noren da excitement e Ma ke chepe dhore, ami gud e r Noren da mukhe maal charlo...

Ei bhabe bhor porjonto ma ke ami r Noren da, baba-r shamnei fele chudlam...

Baba bhor bela, bathroom korte uthe dekhe, Ma shobe snan kore beriyeche....

Baba k dekhe ma bhut dekhar moto korlo.... Bhablo baba bujhi shob e jene geche... Kintu baba jokhon jigesh korlo

"Ekhon snan korle???"

"Na, ei matro Noren R Suhil mile debi dorshon shesh korlo....." Ma heshe chole gelo...

  orer din... Doshomi... Shokal 0900... Ma ektu chintito... Baba abar ter peye jae ni to???

Baba manushta boroi bhalo... Ma r Amar shomporkota onekta easily mene niyeche... Even nijer bou er pete jokhon ekta oboidho shontan ashlo, tokhon baba kichu boleni, ulto kichuta khushi hoyeche... Ma jokhon pregnant ta ekdin raat e baba ma r amar threesome sheshe, ma pete haat bulache, r bolche

"Acha, tumi shotti kore bolo to, tumi mon kharap korechile kina?"

"Ha, baba tumar ki kono karone mon kharap je ami ma er pet fuliye diyechi?"

"Ki je bolish tora? Mon kharap hobe keno? Amaro khub iccha chilo, kintu pore neoya hoy ni.

"Tumi mon kharap koroni go, jokhon tomar chele na jigesh kore amar pete bacha dilo?"

"Aha, kono bepar na. Acha tumi kono badha dao ni?"

"Diyechilo baba. Shedin hotat mathae ashlo, dudh er bepar ta. Ma er eto boro boro mae, kintu dudh hoy na. Tai bhablam, dudh ber korar ektai upay."

"R sheta hocche, tor ma er pete bacha deoya!"

"Ha! Ami bhablam, tomar jonno wait korbo keno? Nijei ekta diye dei. Ta jokhon ma ke bollam, Ma bollo ei boyoshe bacha? Ami bollam, Tumar pete amar bacha jonmo nibe, r shei dudh amra khabo! Jokhon tomar kotha bollo, ami bollam, baba ke manage korar bepar amar, karon amio jani, tumaro ma er dudh khawar khub iccha! R ekhon dekho, ki bishal boro boro hoyeche mai gulo. Kichudin porei dudh ber hobe, r shei dudh amra shobai khabo!"

"Amra shobai mane?"

"Oito, amra dujon khabo."

"Acha, Noren kichu shondeho koreni? Ami bashay nei, kintu tor ma pregnant?"

"Na, Noren da bhebeche, tumi agei kaaj shere felecho!" bole ami ma er dike takiye hashlam.

"Tumi shotti kono mon kharap koro nito?"

"Na, r Tomar chele tomay eto bhalo bashe, ditei pare tomar pete bacha. Jotobar chaibe, dibe."

"Ki baba, jotobar iccha?"

"Jotobar iccha!"

  Ei hocche baba. Kintu joto bhalo manush e hok, ekta lok kibhabe mene nibe, je tar ghorer kaj er lok tar bou er pete bacha diyeche?

  Baba utheche. Haat mukh dhuye khabar khete boshlo. Noren da ranna ghore mukh nichu kore shobji katche... Amio breakfast korchi... Ma khabar serve korche... Amra tin jon e bhoye bhoye achi... Baba shotti ter pelo kina! Ma e jigesh korlo

"Ta, gotokaal raat e ghum kemon holo?"

"Bhaloi, kintu kichu shobdo shunchilam!"

"Kisher shobdo?" Ma bhoye bhoye jigesh korlo!

"Na, mone hocchilo, ki shob jani norchilo! Ghum er ghore thik ter pai nai!"

"O, ha ghore gotokaal idur ekta ghora ghuri korchilo."

"O, ha... hote pare... Noren, aaj bazar e giye idur marar oshudh niye esho to!" Baba Noren da ke bollo. Noren da ebar haap chere bollo

"Thik ache Shaheb!" bole amar dike hashlo!

  Kichudin porer ghotona... Ekdin bikale...

Hotat bell beje uthlo. Ami niche giye dekhi, babar boyoshi ek bhodro lok gate er shamne dariye ache.... Besh shuthom shashtho, niyomito khela dhula kora shorir... Chokhe ekta shonali choshma...

“Nomoshkar. Ekhane ki Jibon thake?”

“Ha. Apni ke please?” Baba totokhone niche neme esheche.

“Arrre!!! Bishu!!! Tui kotha theke eshechish!” bole loktake joriye dhorlo... Loktao babake joriye dhorlo... Tarpor bollo

“Aay... Aay... Ghore aay...” bole loktake Drawing room e niye boshiye dilo...

  “Kire, kemon achish? England theke kobe ashli?”

“Eito, ek shoptaho holo... Bombay te ekta conference e eshechilam... Aro tin din pore flight... Bhablam, toder barite ebar beriya jai...”

“Ta bhaloi korechish... Ei, eta holo amar Boro chele Suhil.... R Suhil, eta holo tor Bishu kaku, amar chotobelar bondhu... Ekhon England e daktari kore...”

“Oh ha... Baba apnar kotha prae bole...” ami heshe bollam...

“Ta, Suhil tumi kishe pora shona korcho???”

“Ami ebar college shesh kore ber holam... Ek shoptaho age porikha shesh holo...”

“Oh acha...”

“Ta, Jibon, tor Bou ke dekhlam nato!!! Tui koto phone e bolechish, kintu ekbaro dekha holo na!!!”

“Tui dekhbi kemon kore??? Tui je shei geli, kotodin pore fire ashli???”

“Eito, pochish bochor por...”

“Ta ghore aay... Tui fresh hoye ne... Ei fake, ami ektu office theke ashchi...”

  Bole beriye gelo... Ami baba ke taxi te tule diye ghore fire elam.... Uncle bollo

“Ta Suhil, tomar ma kothay? Tomar ma ke dekhchi na je???”

“Acha dakchi!!!!” Bole ami upore giye master bed e gelam... Giye dekhi, baba nei bole, ei shujoge Noren da ma er shari petticoat komorer upore tule ma ke kukurer moto char paye bichanar kone rekhe, dariye dariye gud marche

“De shalar gandu!!! Phatiye de amar gud!!!” ma chechiye uthlo

“Ne randi magi!!! Tor borer kotha aaj bhuliye debo!!!” Ami tokhon bollam

“Aste aste... Niche lok ache... Aste aste!!!” kintu ke shone kar kotha???

Noren da ma ke kuttar moto thapiyei chollo... Kichukhon por ma er gud e maal chere pore shanto holo.... Ma ebar uthe dariye, amay bollo

“Ki Suhil.... Ke esheche???”

“Ma, baba-r ek bondhu... Naam Bishu... England thake...”

“Oh acha... Tor baba-r mukhe tar naam shunechi, kintu kokhono dekhini...”

“Ta, tini tomay niche dakchen...”

“Acha, ami ashchi... Bole Ma washroom er dike gelo, r ami niche neme ashlam...”

  Oi dike Bishu uncle o Haat mukh dhuye esheche... Ami take guest room ta dekhiye dilam... Tini drawing room e boshe khobor dekhte laglen... Kichukhon por, ma drawing room e dhuklo...

  Ma er porone ekta Halka golapi shari... niche shada petticoat r blouse... Blouse ta khub e tight.... Ma er bishal bishal dudh duto dhore rakhte besh kosrot korte hocche... R gud er jaegae petticoat ta je bheja, ta bojhai jacche,tao sharir upor diye... R ma er gobhir nabhi puropuri drisshoman... R blouse jorao kichuta bheja... Noren da er chapa chapi te kichu ta dudh beriye poreche... R ma er khara dudh er bota prae drisshoman...

  Ma dukhei jor haat kore nomoshkar korlo... R tate, ma er dudh er khaaj aro bere gelo!!!

Uncle to ma er dudh er dike takiye ha kore kono mote jor haat korlen... Ma er dudh er dike uncle takiye ache, r Ma e kotha bolche...

  “Nomoshkar... Bhalo achen to???”

“umm... Ha... Ap... Apni bhalo to???”

“Ha... Aaji jete holo oke Delhi te... Ta, apni haat mukh dhuyechen to???”

“Um... Ha...”

“Tahole ashun... Khete ashun....”

Bole ma er bishal pacha khana duliye duliye khabar table er dike... R uncle er chokh aat ke thaklo, ma er bishal pacha khanar dike... Tini jibh diye mukh chatte laglen... Tini takiyei thaklen.... Onnomonoshko, hoye chinta korte laglen... Amie onar chinta bhongo korlam...

“Uncle cholun...”

“Oh, ha.... Cholo...” Ami heshe taar shathe gelam....

  Totokhone baba chole esheche...Khabar table e.... Uncle er chokh borabori, ma er dike... R ma beparta bujheo na bojhar bhan kore chola fera korche... Iccha korei nichu hocche... Ma er bishal buk dekhache... R ami uncle er shathe kotha barta kore jacchi.... Baba thik kore kichui bujhche na...

  “Ta ki kaaj e hotat deshe???”

“Eito... Ekta conference e... Delhi te....”

“Oh, acha.... Ta eka eshechish naki???”

“Ha...”

“Keno, Boudi asheni???”

“Na,boudi-r shathe amar char bochor age chara chari hoye geche....”

“Oh acha... Ta tor ekhane kemon lagche???”

Ebar uncle ma er dike takiye heshe bollo

“Khub e bhalo lagche... Onek din deshi maal dekhi na....”

”Deshi maal?!!??” baba confused hoyar bhan kore bollo....

“Na... Na... Mane, deshi... Ei r ki....” bole haslen....

Amio Hashlam... Baba na bujhei hashlo...

  Kichukhon por... Amra char joni drawing room e boshe golpo korchi... Ami ma r baba ekta sofay, r uncle couch e....

  “Ta, boudi, apnar haat er ranna kintu khub chomotkar... Onek din por khati bangaliyana khabar khelam...”

“Thank You...” Tokhoni Noren da eshe bollo

“Memshaheb, babu kaadche...Apni babu-r kache jaan.... Ami bazare gelam....”

“Acha, ami ashchi...” bole ma uthe chole gelo...

“Babu kaadche mane??? Tor ki ektai chele na???”

“Na, amar duto chele....”

“Chototar boyosh koto re???”

“Eito, 2 bochor....”

“Ta, etodin por, hotat???”

“Na, Suhil chailo....” bole baba hashlo amar dike cheye.... Ebar ami jigesh korlam...

“Ta uncle, apni England er kon shohore thaken???”

“Ami London e thaki...”

“Oh acha... Acha, uncle apni to doctor na???”

“Ha...”

“Ki type doctor???”

“Eito, ami gynocologist and sex therapist...”

“Oh, gynocologist???”

“Ha...”

“Acha, gynocologist ra ashole ki ki kore???”

“Eito check up kore...”

“Ki check up kore???”

“Ei dhoro amra health check kori...”

“Uncle, tahole amar ma ke abar check up kore din na...”

  Asholei ma er koek din theke shorir ta ektu kharap... Pressure ektu beshi hocche koekdin... Oshudh kheyeo thik hocche na... Plus, Ma er dudh er stock o din din kome jacche...

  “Umm... Ki dorkar, tui koshto korbi... Thak...” baba ektu appotti dekhay...

“Na, dekh... Ashole, eta khub e dorkari... Ei shob lokhon kintu khub e kharap!!!”

“Acha, tahole tui check up kor... Ekhan kar doctor ra to thik kichu bolte parche na...”

  Ma totokhone niche neme esheche... Ma ashtei, ami bollam

“Ma, uncle tomar check up korabe....”

“Check Up??? Keno???”

“Tomar keokdin thekei na shorir oshustho...”

“Ta thik.... Kintu...”

“Na, kono kintu noy... Tomar shottie check up korano dorkar....”

“Ha boudi... Apnar check up korano dorkar...”

“Bina, Bishu khub e bhalo doctor... plus amar bondhu o... Or kas theke check up koranoi bhalo...”

Ma ebar kotha moto cholte thaklo... Uncle bollo.

“Boudi apnar boyosh koto???”

“Eito ekhon 45...”

“Boudi, apni ebar apnar shari ta khule felun to...” Ma ebar baba-r dike takalo... Baba bollo

“Jai bolche koro Bina...”

“Acha... Bole ebar shari ta khule fello...”

“Hmm... Bishal boro boro dudh... Egulo ki ashol, naki transplant???”

“Na, asholei...”

“Hmm...” Bole ebar dudh duto tepa shuru korlo...

“Na,thik ache... tobe puro puri bojha jacche na... Acha, boudi, ebar blouse ta khulun....”

Bole ma er blouse ta khule fello...

Ebar bishal bishal duto dudh niya, uncle kichukhon moner shukhe tiplo... Tarpor, ma er dudh ekta mukhe pure, chushte laglo....

“Hmm... Dudh er taste to thik ache...” ei bole, jotokhon parlo, pet bhore dudh khelo... Er por, amake bollo

“Suhil, ek kaaj koro... Tumi upore jao...”

“Na, ami thakbo... Ami shikte chai, ki bhabe Check-Up kore....”

“Acha, thik ache... Thako... Tahole edike asho... Bhalo kore dekho...” bole taan diye ma er petticoat fele amake ma er baal e bhora gud dekhate laglo... Uncle ha kore kichukhon takiye thaklo... Uncle ebar ma er gud e du angul dhokalo, r Ma er gud theke jhorjoriye kichu maal carpet er upore porlo... Uncle kichukhon maal er dike cheye thaklo... Tarpor, ma er dike takiye bollo

“Ta, boudi, apni ki kono prokar i-pill khan???”

“Ha...”

“Suhil... Doya kore ogulo ektu niye asho to...”

“Ogulo kothay ma???”

“Amar ghorer wardrobe e...” Ami giye taratari niye ashlam... Uncle oshudh gulo kichukhon dekhlo... Tarpor, bollo

“Ei oshudh gulor karonei normally, ei shob shomoshya dekha dei... Pressure er shomoshya... Dudh er shortage.... Egulo ekhon theke r khaben na...”

“Acha....” bollo ma....

Ebar baba-r dike takiye bollo

“Acha, Jibon, toder Sex life kemon???”

“Bhaloi...”

“Tui din e koybar Boudi ke chudish???”

“Eito, bashay thakle, proti raat e.... ”

“mash e tirish din e???”

“Na... karon majhe majhe trip e jai... Tokhon r ki...”

“Oh acha...”

“Acha, kichukhon age, ki tui chudechish???”

“Na to... Ami to baire chilam...”

“Tahole???” Baba ebar amar dike takalo... Ami jei matha nichu korlam tokhon bollo

“Dekh, toke ekta kotha bola hoyni... Du bochor dhore Suhil o or ma ke chode...”

“Ki???”

“Ha... Shotti...”

“My friend... Tui asholei ekjon ideal Shami....”

“Keno???”

“Karon, ei boyosh ta, mane 40+ prottek ta mohilar sex drive khub beshi thake... Tokhon tader ke aro shomoy dite hoy... Beshi bhag shamirai eta kore na... ashole, korteo pare na.. Karon ei boyosh e office er jhamela, plus shorir er durbolota... Kintu, tui tor chele ke permission diyechish... Kaaj ta khub e bhalo korechish...”

“Thank You...” Bole baba ebar amar dike hashlo...

“R dekh boudi o khub bhaggobaan mohila, je Suhil er moto ekta jowan chele peyechen, tar shadh metanor jonno... Suhil tomar boyosh ta ekhon kom.... Tomake kichu jinish shekhano dorkar...”

“Ki jinish uncle...”

“Ki bhabe ek jon Mohila ke satisfy korte hoy... Kintu tar age, Jibon, bondhu, dekh, er por, ami ja korbo, ta kintu only tor shekhanor jonno... Tui jodi permission dish, tobei ami shegulo korbo...”

“Ki korbi???”

“Ami Suhil ke sexual position gulo shekhabo... Shegulo shakhate hole, age nije practically dekhate hobe... Tui mind korbi na to???”

“Na... Dekh, tui ashole amader family-r khub upokar korchish... Plus, ami Bina r Suhil er shob shomoyei bhalo chai... Bina-r jodi kono appotti na thake, tobe...” Baba ebar ma er dike takalo...

“Tomar appotti na thakle, amar kono appotti nei....” bole ma eshe baba ke ekta kiss dilo...

“Acha, Suhil jao to, koek packet condom niye asho...” Ami doure giye niye ashlam...

“Suhil, dekho, ekhon theke tumi tomar ma ke condom porei chudbe shob shomoye... Thik ache???”

“OK...”

“Dekho, ebong shikho... Bole, uncle ekta condom pore nilen... Tarpor, Ma ke carpet e shuiye diye, ma er gud chatte laglen, r gud e dui khana angul dhiye dilen...

“Dekho Suhil, Foreplay khub e important... Tomar ma er gud e shob shomoyei korbe... Tahole tomar ma er gud er rosh berhobe.... Tokhon tomar gud chudteo khub bhalo lagbe... Ei je ei bhabe...” bole uncle ma er gud chushte thaklen, jotokhon na ma jol khoshalo... Er por, ma er gud e condom pore aste aste thap dite dite bollen

“Suhil eta, hocche missionary position...” Kichukhon pore, change kore ma ke hatu gere boshiye bollo “Eta hocche doggy style...” bole abar thapate laglo... Ebhabe amake prae 10 ta postion shekhalo... Tarpor, bollo

“Suhil tumi ki tomar ma er pod merecho kokhono???”

“Ha, merechi...”

“Tobe ebar dekho... Ami condom ta khule felchi... Karon pod e maal felle kono shomoshya nei... R pod e maal charle meyerao moja pae... Creampie dekheche kokhono???”

“Thik dekhini...”

“Tobe dekho...” bole ebar ma ke sofar hatol er upor cycle chorar moto kore boshiye diye pod e raam thap dite laglo....

“Suhil... Ebar dekho, tomar ma er pod e maal charchi!!! Aah!!!” bole ma er pod e maal charlo... Er por amay bollo

“Suhil, ebar tumi tomar ma er pod e maal charo!!!” Amay r paay ke!!! Baba-r shamne, ma ke ami r tar bondhu mile chudchi, shei anonde, aaj ami beshikhon chudte parlam na... Dhai, kore ma er pod e maal charlam...

“Jibon, tui baki thakbi keno??? Tui o chod tor bou er pod!!!” Babao giye ma er already faak hoye pod e bara ghuchiye diye choda shuru korlo... Er por ma er pod e maal charlo... Er por, uncle ma er bishal duto dhumsho pacha faak kore ma ke bollo

“Boudi, ebar aste aste ber kore din!!!” r ma er pod theke jeno maal er nodi boite thaklo...

“Ei je etakei bole proper creampie!!!” bole uncle hashlo...

Amio mone mone hashlam... Uncle baba-r shamnei ma ke chudlo...

  Dupur tintar dike... Noren da kintu kichui jane na, goto raat e ki hoyeche... Baba office e chole geche... ma ranna ghore... Ami Ma r Uncle boshe golpo korchi... Noren da shobji kutche... Amader lunch kora shesh....

“Ma tomar dudh khabo....”

“Sorry Suhil... Dudh olpoi hoyechilo... Gotokaal to tao, ek litre er moto hoyechilo... Aaj mone hoy adha litre er moto hoyechilo... Dudh to din din kome jacche.. Ta shokale uthe, jokhon tor baba bathroom e chilo, tokhoni tor uncle e aaj ke shokale shob tuku kheye shabar koreche... Tor bhai o aaj ke gorur dudh kheyeche...”

Noren da bishforito chokh e ma er dike takiye ache... R uncle matha nichu kore bollen

“Aaste Bina... Tomar barir kaaj er lok ache na...”

“Uncle kono shomoshya nei... Apnake kichu kotha bola dorkar... Kintu baba-r shathe share kora jabe na....”

“Acha thik ache... Tomar baba kichui jaanbe na...”

“Tahole aapnake ekta story bolte hoy...”

“Tomar ma ke niye???”

“Ha... Khub kom manush jon e jane beparta...”

“Ha... Khub kom manush e to... Parar chele pele ra shob jane... E jonnei to shedin parar ekta chele eshe bolche amake, ‘kakima, er porer bar kintu tomar pete amie bacha debo!!!’” ma foron kete heshe bollo....

“Na, ami shudhu romy ke bolechilum... Obosho, o mone hoy bole diyeche....”

“Ki bole diyeche???” Uncle udgrib hoye shunte chailo...

“Uncle tahole cholun chad e jai... Chad e giyei golpo ta kori...”

“Ta cholo...”

“Noren dao ashuk shathe....”

“Noren keno???” Uncle ushkhush kore jigesha korlo...

“Karon Noren er bhumika onek bishal ekhane....”

Chad e amra char jon...

“Uncle, dekhun, Ma er to age dudh hoto na... Ma ke ami choda shuru korechi, April mash theke, jokhon ami baba r ma mondarmoni jai... Shekhane onek ghotona ghotechilo... She shob ghotona arek din bolbokhon... Ta, er shesher dikei Noren da bashay chakri shuru kore... Amar eka eka chudte bhalo lagto na otota... Ma o ekta bishal randi... Baba rarely bashay thake, r Ma eka eka bored hoye jeto, jokhon ami thaktam na.... Tai, jokhon Noren da ashlo, tokhon bhablam, Noren da ke niyei moja kora jaak... Ta, Noren da o bepartae khub moja pelo... Tai Noren da o ma ke choda shuru korlo...”

“Ki??? Tomar baba jane ni???”

“Na... Baba bashay thakle Noren da kichui korena....”

“R Suhil er baba na thakle, Noren amar gud maal e bhorti kore dey... Thik na Noren???”

“Ha Memshaheb... Memshaheb er bishal bishal dudh r pod, je keo pele chode...”

“Ta Boudi apni mana korenni???”

“Ami mana korbo ki, Amar nijer peter chele chae je ami or baba ke rekhe, ghorer kaaj er lok er shathe prem shuru kori...”

“Tahole chele ja bole tai shonen boudi???”

“Ek shomoy Suhil amar ek matro chele chilo... To, o jokhon chae, je or ma randi magir moto chodon khawate tokhon r ki korar...”

“Ta, ek July er dupure... Baba ki kaaj e jeno out of town... Bashay ami Ma r Noren da tin jon... Ta Chade Ma r Noren da kapur tulte geche, tokhon Noren da ma ke chudte chailo... Amake deke niye ashar por ami r noren da mile ma ke chudte gelam... Ta tokhon amar mone holo, eto boro boro bishal bishal dudh.. Kintu amra keo ek fotao mishti gorom dudh khete parchi na... Tai thik korlam, ebar kichu kortei hoy....”

“Ta tomra ki korle???”

“Ami ma ke bollam, Ma ma tomar dudh khabo... Ma bollo, sheto roj e khash... Tokhon ami ma ke bollam, ma ke ekta bacha dite....”

“Ki???”

“Ha... Ma er pete ami r Noren da mile bacha debo.... R je dudh hobe, shei dudh amra shobai roshiye roshiye khabo....”

“Ta boudi apni kichu bolenni???”

Noren da ebar ma ke pechon theke joriye dhore bollo

“Memshaheb r ki bolben??? Chele jokhon chailo, tokhon memshaheb ektu mana korlo, kintu jokhon amaro eki iccha holo, tokhon memshaheb e heshe amader bollen tar pete amader bacha-r jonmo dite...”

“Ta jibon kichu janlo na???”

“Shaheb bhablo, tar nijer chelei abaro tar bou er pet baniyeche.... Kintu shaheb ki r bujheche, tar barir kajer lok, tari bou er pete ekta haramjada jonmo diyeche!!!”

“Boudi kichu bollen na???”

“Ma r ki bolbe... Ma aro heshe heshe amader dujon er jaroj shontan pete nilo.... Ei je thik ekhane!!!” Ami chad er shei konata dekhiye dilam....

“R ei je ebhabe!!!” bole Noren da totokhone ma er shari petticoat khule feleche.... Ma ke abaro puro nogno rupe dekhte pelam... Ma er bishal ekta dudh du haat e tule niye bollam

“Ma er ei bishal bishal shompod chilo ek shomoy faka.... Ekhon egulo diye gorom dudh ber hoy... Ma bolo to, ke koreche ei kaaj???”

“Amar chele r Noren...”

“Ma, bhalo kore bolo abar!!”

“Amar nijer peter chele... R Amar ghorero kaaj er lok!!!”

Ei shune Uncle r thakte parlo na... Ma er upor jhapiye porlo.... Ami r Noren da cheye cheye dekhchi r amader bachar ma k chudche arek lok, tao ma er shami-r bondhu... tarpor amrao join korlam... khub kore chudlam ma ke.... Ma er gud r pod thapiye thapiye shara korlam... tobe, bhalo manush er moto, ma er dudh er uporei maal charlam....

  Kichudin porer ghotona... Bikaal bela.... Uncle chole geche... Baba shobe office theke fireche... Ami r Ma TV dekhchilam... Ta baba eshe bollo

“Ha, re Suhil... Aaj ke free achish naki???”

“Ha... Motamoti free... Keno ki hoyeche???”

“Na, aaj tor Sen uncle amay tin te ticket diyeche....”

“Kisher ticket???”

“Ei to ekta hindi chobir... Ta dekhe ashbi naki???”

“Ha... Cholo jawa jaw.... Ki bolo ma???”

Ma o raji hoye gelo... Onek din cinema hall e giye cinema dekha hoy na....

  Ta, shondha shattar show... Lokjon khub ekta nei bollei chole... Ta, ami Ma r Baba mile gechi... Baba r Ma giye pop corn kinche, r Ami ek side e dariye achi... Ta, hotat kheyal korlam, duto lok, boyosh 30-35 ma er dike takiye ache... Dujon e Noren da er moto dhuti r Sando pore ache... Oshikhito r Local ekhankar.... Chobi dekhte esheche... Ta tara khub monojog diye ma er dike takiye ache.... Ek jon arekjon ke bolche

“Dekh dekh, rendi magi tar ki ki dabka dabka pacha duto....”

“Are Magi-r dudh dekhchish... Mone hocche ekhoni tepa shuru kori....”

“Ish... Mone hocche ekhoni hamle pori re!!!”

  Totokhone popcorn kena shesh.... Amra tin ebar hall er bhetore dhuklam....

Ta, majha majhi ekta row te amra tin jon boshechi... Baba ekdom side e, babar pashe ami, r amar pashe ma... Chobi pray shuru hobe hobe korche.... Alo talo shobi bondho kore diyeche... Ta hotat dekhi, shei dujon eshe ma er pashe boshlo... Ondhokar, tai babao sherokom ekta kheyal korlo na... Ta, ek jon ma er pashe bosheche, r arekjon thik ma er pechone... Ta chobi shuru hoye geche...

Baba khub monojog diye chobi dekhche.... Edike ami ar chokhe ma er dike takiye achi... Chobi matro dosh minute dhore choleche, hotat kheyal korlam, ma er pashe jei lokta bosheche, shei lokta tar konoi diye ma er bam pasher dudh ta aste aste konoi diye chip dicche... Ma kheyal koreni, ei bhab kore chobi dekhe choleche.... Lokta aste aste konoi diyei guto dite thaklo, kintu er beshi kichu korar shahosh pelo na... Hotat mathay ekta buddhi khele gelo... Ami tup kore, ma er sharir achol ta taan diye niche fele dilam, r ma er bishal bishal blouse e abridho dabka mae duto drishoman holo... Screen er kichu alo pore, ma er shada blouse kalo mae duto dekhte heavy kamuki lagchilo....

Ma bujheche ki bepar, tai achol na tulei, kichu hoyni, emon bhab kore chobi dekhte thaklo, r Lok duto ha kore poroshpor er dike takate laglo.... Baba totokhone, chobi dekhte mogno... Ta bou er je ki ghotche, ta tini janen na....

  Ebar ma er pasher jon aste aste ma er dudh e angul diye khocha dite thaklo.... Ma kono shara shobdo na korate, ebar pechoner jon, khop kore duto seat er majh khan diye haat dhukiye ma er mae duto chipe dhorlo... Ma ebar pasher jon er dike takiye haslo.... Hashatei, lok duto green signal peye gelo, r shomane ma er dudh chipte laglo.... Ebar pasher jon aste kore nichu hoye ma er shamne ashlo.... Eshe ubu hoye, ma er petticoat er niche matha dhukiye dilo.... Diye, ma er gud chata shuru korlo....

  Uttejonae, ma lok tar matha ma er thol thole uru diye chepe dhorlo... Emon shomoy hotat baba pash fire bollo

“Ki Bina... Chobi ta chomotkar na???”

Ma er gud e tokhon shomane jibba diye chete choleche lokta... Bollo

“Aah.. Oshadharon!!!”

Baba ebar heshe abar chobi dekhte shuru korlo...... Ami o moja peye gelam... Ami moja peye jigesh korlam

“Ma, kemon lagche???”

“Ure baba... Bhaloi lagche..... Aah....” Lokta ei shune aro excited hoye aro jore chosha shuru korlo... Pechon er lokta ebar aro jore jore tepa shuru korlo.....

“Khub aram lagche ma???”

“Haaaaaa... Aaah...”

“Kemon aram???”

“Khub aram...... Aaaah.... aaaahahhhhhh” kore ma ebar jol khoshalo... Baba tai shune amay bollo

“Ki hoyeche Suhil???”

“Na, kichu hoyni... Ma er ektu hacchi peyechilo... Ma bathroom e jete chae...”

“Acha, niye ja tahole... Shabdhane jash kintu!!!” bole baba abaro chobi dekha shuru korlo... r totokhone, lok ta ber hoye ma er pashe abaro bosheche... Ami ebar ma ke niye pechon er dike jete laglam, r dujon ke signal korlam, amar shathe aste.... ma ebar bollo

“Suhil... Tor baba ache....”

“Baba thaklei to aro moja... Ami chai, baba dekhuk tar bou koto boro rendi!!!”

“Na, Suhil....”

“Dekhi, tumi kotokhon chup chap chodon khete paro!!!”

Lok duto totokhone chole esheche..... Pechone er seat gulo ekdon khali... Lok gulo ebar ma ke pechoner ek pashe teene niye gelo... Tarpor, ma er blouse taan diye khule fello.... Ek jon chapa golae bollo

“Rendi magi!!! Aaj tor borer pechone boshe toke cinema hall er seat e felei chudbo!!!”

“Dekhi, tor koto tej shala!!” bole ma oder bara chosha shuru korlo.... Er por, ora ek jon seat e boshe ma er petticoat ta upore tule , ma ke barar upor boshiye dilo, r khopat kore ma er gud e chalan hoye gelo loktar 8 inch bara.... Ma aram e kokate thaklo..... Ami ebar loktake bollum

“Dada, pod ta to khali pore ache.... Apniyo ebar moja niye nin!!!” Lokta r kotha na bariye ma er pod e bara dhukiye chudte laglo... Kichukhon por nicher lokta bollo

“Ne, ebar tui gud, r ami pod chudi!!”

Bole ma ke ghuriye choda shuru korlo... Ma dekhte laglo, je tar shami shamne fire chobi dekhche, r she pechone tar chele r duita unknown lok er thap khache.... Beshikhon thakte parlo na.... Lokta bollo “Ami r parchi na re...”

Bole ma ke uthiye ma er dudh er opor maal charlo dujon.... Tarpor, heshe hall theke ber hoye gelo... Ma o shari porte porte chobi shesh hoye gelo... Amara seat e fire jetei baba bollo

“Ish tora miss korli, last er part ta.... Chomotkar chobi chilo....”

“Aha, baba, tumi je amader moja ta miss korle!!!!” bole ebar ami ma er dike takiye hashlam... Ma o amar dike takiye hashlo.....

  Kichudin porer ghotona... Baba thik koreche, amader barita tin tola korbe karon Subir boro hocche... Aro kichu room lagbe... Plus, hat e kichu kacha taka esheche... Tai hotat kaaj e lege porlo... Ta, baba-r ek bondhu-r porichito construction firm ache... Tai, baba request korate tin jon lok pathiye dilo..... Tin jon eri boyosh prae 28-30 bochor boyosh... Uncle nijei eshe amake r baba ke bole gelo

“Jibon, era tin jon amar firm e shob cheye bhalo kaaj kore... Ora, khub bhalo... Dekhbi, ek mash er moddhei toder barite arektola hoye jabe.... Plus, it balu ja lagbe, shobi niye eshechi.... Asha korchi, ek mash er moddhei kaaj shesh hoye jabe...”

Baba payment deoyar por, uncle chole gelo... Tarpor baba eshe oder jigesh korlo

“Ta baba, tomader naam ki???”

“Sir, amar naam Noresh.... O hocche Bishal r Or naam chandu...”

“Acha baba ra bhalo.... Eta hocche amar chele Suhil... Ami to shokale bari thaki na... Oi tomader shathe thakbe.... Ta shokale eshe kaaj shuru koro...”

  Porer din shokal... Shokal doshta... Baba office e chole giyeche.... Haat mukh dhuye niche neme dekhi Ma tar bishal bishal duto dudh jhuliye, 4 kg er pacha duto uchu kore Noren da er thap khacche, r Ruti belche... Ma er shamne ekta barite atta... Ami giye haat e atta niye ma er dudh e atta makhiye dilam... Ma bollo

“Oh.. Suhil.... Oki korchish???”

“Ma, tomar krishno kalo dudh gulo shada korchi...” bole ma ke lip kiss kora shuru korlam... Ma kiss ta bhenge bollo

“Ish... Tora amay rutio belte dish ne.... Ta tora khabi ki???”

“Tomar dudh!!!” bole ami ma er dudh chosha shuru korlo... R Noren dao thap bariye diye ma er pod e maal charlo... Ami er por breakfast korlam.... Ma jokhon breakfast korte boshlo, tokhon shudhui ruti ache.... Bhaji ba dim bashay ektuo nei... Ami bollam

“Ma, dim r bhaji r nei???”

“Na re.... Noren to shokal shokal e kheye niyeche... baki tuku tokei diyechi...”

“Ta tumi ki diye khabe???”

“Ami khali ruti e khai....” Tokhon e amar mathay buddhu khele gelo... Bollam,

“Ma, tomar plate ta edike dao to....” bole plate ta niye khecha shuru korlam... Amar dekha dekhi, Noren dao ma er dudh er upor bara ghoshe ghoshe bara lomba kore fello.... Kichukhon khechar por, ami bollam

“Ma, etodin to tomar dudh kheyechi amra, aaj tumi amader dudh khao!!!” bole ma er plate e maal chere dilam... Noren dao tai dekhe, maal charlo.... Ma ebar shei plate ta niye, ruti diye amader maal khawa shuru korlo.... Bollo

“Suhil... Khete kharap na re... Mone hocche cholar daal diye ruti khachi!!!!”

  Kichukhon por bell baajlo.... Ma T.V. dekhchilo.... R ami ma er dudh niye sofae shuye shuye khelchilam...

“Ekhon abar ke elo....” bole ma birokto hoye Maxi ta pora shuru korlo... Ami dorjay giye dekhi, Noresh, Bishal r Chandu chole esheche.... Amay dekhe Noresh bollo

“Ta, dada... kaaj shuru korbo naki???”

“Ha... Obboshoi...” bole ami tader niye chad e chole gelam.... Orao kaaj shuru kore dilo... Amiyo baire beriye gechi... Ta ebhabe du din chole gelo.... Ebhabe du shoptaho kete gelo....

  Du shoptaho porer ghotona...

  Shedin ami baire... Babao bashay nei... Norenda giye notun tin tolar chad e dariye kaaj kormo dekhche... Ta, Noresh tar pashe eshe cigarrette tante thaklo r onno dujon kaaj korte thaklo... Noresh Norenda ke bollo

“Biri khaben naki dada???”

“Na dada... Biri tiri khai na.... Ta kaaj koto dur egulo???”

“Ta dada... Bhaloi egoche... Chad o dhalai kora complete.... Ekhon khali shudhu floor ta kora baki...”

“Ta bhaloi to dada... Taratari kaaj shesh kore fellun....”

“Ha... Acha dada, apnar shaheb basha theke ber hoy kokhon r fire kokhon???”

“Eito, shokal dosh tae ber hoy, r raat noytae fere.....”

“R chotoshaheb???”

“Sheo oi rokomi...”

“Oh acha.... Acha dada, apnar memshaheb ki ei shomoyta ghore eka thake????”

“Na... Ami to ghorei thaki....”

“Oh acha.... Acha dada, koekdin thekei ekta bepar bolbo bolbo kore r bola hoy na....”

“Ki???”

“Dada.... Prothom thekei kheyal korchi din er bela, jokhon apnar shaheb ra keo thake na, tokhon kichu awaj pawa jae....”

“Shobdo... Kisher shobdo???”

“Ei to.... Dhorun... Eya....”

“Eya mane ta ki???”

“uhh... Aah.... R ki.... tar upor majhe moddhe dhorun apni beriye jabar por, dupur dutor dike dekhi du tin te chele ashe....”

“Du tin te chele???”

“Majhe moddhe duto, majhe moddhe tin te.... Shobi oi bostite te thake....”

“Oh acha.... Ha, chotoshaheb er bondhu ra ashe.... Kintu hotat???”

“Na dada.... emnei jigesh korlum.... Acha eshe ora ki kore???”

“Ora eshei memshaheb er room e dorja bondho kore fele....”

“ki???”

“Ha....”

“Bondho kore ki kore???”

“Ta, daran.... Kichukhon pore ashchi.... Tokhon e jigesh korun....”

  Kichukhon por, ma ke niye chad e gelo Noren da... Ma ke bollo

“Memshaheb, apnader notun tola-r kaaj prae shesh.... Eshe dekhe jan...” bole ma ke niye ashlo... Ma er porone, ekta shada shari... blouse r petticoat o shada... bishal bishal kalo dudh dutor khaj aro bishal.... Pod dutor majhe shari aatke ache... Upore uthe eshe ma bollo

“Bah... Besh taratari to kaaj shesh hoye geche... Kaaj o bhalo hoyeche...”

“Ta Memshaheb... O hocche Noresh da... O Bishal da... R o Chandu da....”

“Ta bhaloi kaaj korecho tomra....”

“Ta memshaheb, ora ekta bepar jante chachilo...”

“Ki???”

“Ta jante chachilo je, apni dorja lagiye ki koren Romy n Suraj der shathe....”

“Kokhon???”

“Dupure... Jokhon ora ashe... Mane, jokhon shaheb ra bashay thake na....”

Ei shune, to Noresh da bhoy peye gelo.... Bollo

“Na boudi... Amra ei du ekta shobdo shunechi r ki... Kotha theke esheche, ta niye kintu thik sure o na...”

“Aha... Bhoy pabar ki ache Noresh da..... Memshaheb amar khub bhalo....” bole Noren da ma ke joriye dhore pechon theke dudh duto tepa shuru korlo... Ma bollo

“Oh ki korcho Noren??”

“Kichu na memshaheb... Ektu khelchi r ki egulo niye.... Ta bolun na ki kore???”

“Na Noren.... Bolte amar lojja lagche....”

“lojja kisher abar???” bole Noresh er dike takiye hashe.... Noresh ra ha kore takiye thake.... Ma bollo

“Tumi ja koro, jokhon tomar shaheb ra ghore thake na.... Ekhon charo, torkari pure jacche....” bole ma Noren da er haat shoriye niche neme chole ashe.... Noresh da etokhon ha kore takiye chilo... Bollo

“Oki Noren da.... Oki korchilen???”

“Keno Memshaheb er shathe khelchilem...”

“Ki bolchen??? Memshaheb apnake kichu bole na???”

“Na... Memshaheb aro moja pay....”

“Ta Barir keo kichu jane na???”

“Obboshoi jane... Prae shobai jane... Shudhu Boro shaheb jane na....”

“Mane???”

“Choto shaheb e to memshaheb er shathe moja kore... Shudhu shaheb er shamne amra shobai thik....” bole heshe Noren da chole gelo...... Noresh da ra ha kore takiye thake...

  Porer din shokale.... Noren da abaro ektu hawa khete chad e geche r omni ora tin jon eshe Noren da ke ghire dhoreche... Noren da jigesh korlo

“ki go dada.... Ki hoyeche go???”

“Dada... Kaal hotat apni chole gelen... Ta, ekhon free achen to???”

“Ha.... Kaaj karbar shobi kore eshechi... Keno???”

“Na, emne apnar shathe ektu golpo korbo bole...”

“Ta apnader kaaj ki shesh???”

“Ta pray shesh.... Ekhon khali ronger kaaj baki....”

“Oh acha.... Ta ki golpo???”

“Ta dada.... Apni to dekhi apnar Memshaheb er shathe onek kichu koren....”

“Ha kori...”

“Acha dada, ki koren???”

“Ei dhoro, memshaheb er dudh tipi.... Dudh khai... Abar, pod chushe dei...”

“Ki.... Po.... Po.... Pod chushe den????” obak hoye bollo Noresh....

“Ha... Pod chushe dei...”

“R ki koren dada???” Bishal jigesh korlo chokh boro boro kore...

“Ei... dhoro shedin dupure... Bashay r keo nei... Memshaheb babu ke dudh khawache.... Tokhon amaro dekhe khete icche korlo.... Giye memshaheb er arekta bishal dudh mukhe pure chosha shuru korlam....”

“Ki???”

“Ha... Jemon dhoro aaj ke shokale... Boro shaheb ber hoye jawar kicchukhon por dekhi Chotoshaheb eshe memshaheb er maxi ta upore tule gud chushche.... Amaro chushte icche korlo..... Ami giye memshaheb er pacha chete dite thaklam.....”

“Oma.... Ta choto shaheb mind kore na...”

“Mind korbe ki kore....”

“Biswas e hocche na dada.... Memshaheb kichutei mene nibe na....”

“Acha, darao dekhachi... Esho amar shathe niche cholo...” bole Noren da niche neme ashte laglo... Noresh ra or piche piche pa tipe tipe chole ashlo... Bashay Ma eka....

Khali ekta patla maxi pore ranna korche... Ranna korte korte Ma er maxi gham e bhije ga er shathe chipke ache... Ta Noren da eshei bollo

“Memshaheb, ora na niche esheche.... Oder khide peyeche....”

“Oh acha.... Ta ghore to khawar moto kichu nei... Darao cha kore dicchi...”

“Na memshaheb... Cha to ora roj khae... Aaj ami kotha diyechi, fresh gavi-r dudh khawabo oder...”

“Ta Noren, ei fresh dudh pabe kothay???”

“Ei to eikhane...” bole ma er maxi ta tene upore tule fello.... Drisshomaan holo ma er bishal bishal du khana dudh!!!! Kalo ek ekta jeno dudh er tanki.... Jodio ager moto dudh hoy na ekhon, tobuo chole...

“Aha Noren..... Babu to ekhono khai ni....”

“Ta babu-r aaj na kheleo cholbe... Babu to boro hoye geche.... Or buker dudh na kheleo chole....”

“Ta babu-r baba jokhon bolche, tokhon thik ache... Ta amar to tanki duto.... Kintu manush to tinte Noren.... Ki kora jay bolo to???”

“Ta memshaheb.... Apnar gud er rosh o kom tasty na... Kire ki bolish... Bhaga bhagi kore kha....” Ora obaak hoye takiye ache ma er dudh dike... Eto boro danob ora kokhono dekheni..... Ta ma oder dike heshe bollo

“Ta, dariye dariye ke shudhu dekhbe, naki dudh gelo chekheo dekhbe bachadhon ra amar!!!” R ke shone kar kotha.... Tin jon jhapiye porlo ma er upor... Ma bole

“Aste.... Tomra ki age kokhono meye ke chouni???”

“Memshaheb, apnar moto dudhial rendi magi to r chudi ni....”

“Dekhi tomar bara ki jadu ache!!!” bole ma oder bara stroke korte laglo, r ora dujon dudh chushte laglo, r arekjon gud chushte laglo.... Noren da bollo

“Ta Noreshda... Kemon lagche mem er gud er rosh....”

“Aaah... Emon roshalo mishti gud ami kokhono khai ni!!!” bole ma er gud chosha shuru korlo... Beshikhon na.... Dosh minute er mathay ma o jol khoshalo R dudh o shesh hoye gelo... Bishal bollo

“Dudh to shesh memshaheb...”

“Ta, ebar tomader dudh ami khabo!!!!” bole ma oder bara chosha shuru korlo... Tarpor, tarpor r ki, tin minute por, ma ke matite fele, niche chadu r opore bishal mele ma ke thap deowa shuru korlo.... R Noresh ma er matha chepe dhore, ta te tar bara bishal speed e thapate laglo... Kichukhon pore, ora jayga change korlo... Thik dosh minute por, ora ma er mukh e nijeder birjo fello... Noresh jigesh korlo

“Amader dudh kemon laglo memshaheb???”

“Khub e shader...”

“Tahole ebar amar tao khan memshaheb!!!” bole nijer 9 inch er bishal bara ma er mukher bhetor chepe dhore birjo tyag korlo Noren da..... R ma er gola bhije gelo tar barir chakorer kaam roshe!!!

  R Ebhabei, Ma tar barir kajer lok er haat e, barir mistirir haat e chodon khelo!!!

  Kichudin porer ghotona...

  Amader barir tritiyo tola banano shesh... Shob kaaj complete.... Ekhon shudhu furniture kena ebong boshano baki... Ta shobai khub khushi.... Baba to bollo

“baah besh bhalo kaaj korecho to tomra, tao eto kom shomoye....”

“Sir, aro taratari kaaj korte partam jodi na.....” bole ma er dike takiye haslo Noresh

“ta tahole to tomader kichu tips deowa dorkar....”

“Na, dorkar nai sir... Amrai memshaheb ke onek beshi ‘tip’ diye felechi....”

“Aaah??? Ki???” Baba confused.....

“Mane, memsaheb amader onek tip diyechen r ki... Jai sir.... R kono dorkar porle darkben....” bollo Noresh da.... Ebar ma er dike takiye

“Jai memshaheb.... Apni jokhon bolben, tokhoni amra eshe hajir hobo....” bole Noresh da ma er dike takiye hashe.... Ma o hashe oder dike takiye hashe....

  Du din porer khbr... Baba ek masher jonne desher baire.....

  Ta, hotat ekdin.... Ami r Noren da baire.... Ma eka bashay.... Hotat calling bell bajlo... Ma khule dekhe tar college bandhobi Susmita baire dariye ache... Ma er ek shomoy er khub close friend chilo... Ekhono jogajog rekheche phone e.... Ta Ma r Susmita masi drawing room e boshe boshe golpo korte laglo....

“Kire, ki khbr re tor Bina???”

“Eito, cholche r ki....”

“Ta, jamaibabu koi???”

“Ta, desher baire geche ek mash er jonne...”

“Oh acha... Ta jei jonno tor kache ashlam... Amar bor ero baire ekta conference ache... Ta ei conference e spouse allowed kintu children allow korche na.... Edike, amar shashurir obostao otota bhalo na, tai shoshur bario rekhe jete parchi na oder.... Plus, baire amaro kichu office er kaaj chilo..... Ta, tui to motamoti free, right???”

“Ha...”

“Ta, amar du chele Shontu r Ontu ke tor kache rekhe jawa jabe???”

“Ha.... Barite aro du tola korechi.... Ta, ora thakte pare....”

“Thanks Bina... Beshi din na.... Just dui shoptaho.... Odero chuti.... Tai orao ghore thakbe....”

“Acha...”

“Ta, kal ke dupure flight..... Shokale diye jabo khon oder...”

“Acha, thik ache....”

  Ta porer din shokale... Ghum theke uthe dekhi, Ma amar pashe nei.... Bisnay ami shudhu eka.... Just amar shorts ta pore, niche neme dekhi, Ma maxi pore pori pari hoye dim bhajche.... Ami besh obaak... Baba bashay nei, r Ma kapor pore eto shokale ranna korche.... Ami giye dekhi, table e duto chele boshe ache.... Ek jon hobe 12 arekjon 13... Ami oder dike takiye thakte dekhe ma bollo

“Suhil, tor Susmita mashir kotha mone ache???”

“Ha....”

“Ta, Susmita mashi ektu desher baire geche... Ta, tar dui chele du shoptaher jonne amader shathe thakbe....”

“Oh acha....”

Ebar ami oder dike giye jigesh korlam

“Ta tomar naam ki???”

Ek jon bollo

“Shontu.... R O Ontu...”

“Ta tomra kon class e poro???”

“Eito, ami class six e pori....”

“R tumi....”

“Ami class five e...”

“Khub bhalo....”

Bole ami kheye beriye gelam....

  Porer din bikaal bela... Ami amar room e porchi... Hotat Noren da eshe dorjar kache dariye..... Ush khush korche..... Ta dekhe ami bollam

“Ki khbr Noren da... Hotat???”

“Na Babu.... Ei kichu na...”

“Ta mukh eto gomra keno???”

“Na.... sherokom kichu na....”

“Aha boloi na...”

Ebar Noren da bola shuru korlo

“Ebar boro shaheb jabar por bhablam, ek mash din raat memshaheb ke chudbo, r du din na hotei abar ek jhamela-r agomon.....”

“Ta Noren da... Ora ghumiye porle, tokhon chodo...”

“Aha, ora to Memshaheb er shathei raat e shoy..... Chudbo ki bhabe???”

“Thik... Tobe Noren da.... Joto jhamelai hok na keno, amra prottek bari ma ke thike chude dei....”

“Ta, ebar ki bhabe korbe Babu???”

Ami heshe bollam

“Noren da..... Chup chap khali dekho.... Cholo ebar ektu moja neowa jaak.....”

  Kichukhon por.... Ma oder dujon ke khabar barchilo.... Ami eshe ma ke pechon theke joriye dhorlam... Ma ebar bollo

“Ai, ki korchish??? Char amay....”

“Na, ma... Tomay kotodin joriye dhori na....”

“Aha.... Char... Ekhon na....”

“Ta kokhon???”

“Aha char bolchi....”

Ebar ami oder dike uddesho kore bollam

“Ta Shontu, tumi ki tomar ma ke joriye dhoro na???”

“Ha.... Dhori....” heshe bollo Shontu...

“Dekhecho Ma.... Ami shudhu tomay ador korchi r ki....”

“Acha, pore ador korish.... Ekhon ja... Oder khabar dei....”

Ami ebar ma ke chere diye chole ashlam...

  Shedin bikaal bela... Ora dujon T.V. dekhchilo.... Ma ektu baire... Ta ami giye oder kache boshlam.....

Bollam

“Ta, ekhane tomader kemon lagche go???”

“Bhaloi dada.....”

“Kono shomoshya???”

“Na to...”

To ei shomoy hotat T.V. te ekta kissing scene shuru hol.... Eita ta dekhei ora channel change korte gelo.... Ami badha diye bollam

“Ki, hoyeche, change korcho keno???”

“Ma baron koreche ei shob dekhte....”

“Ki shob dekhte....”

“Ei type re jinish dekhte....”

“Aha, baron koreche to ki hoyeche??? Ekhon Susmita aunty ache naki, je tar kotha shunte hobe.... ta, tomader ki ei jinish dekhte bhalo lage???”

Ebar choto ta, mane Ontu lafiye uthe bollo

“Dada, khub bhalo lage....”

“Khub bhalo lage keno???”

“Ei dada.....” bole Ontu lojja peye gelo....

“Kintu dada, amra kintu shob jani.... Amader friend Bittu amake r Ontu ke dekhiyeche....”

“Ki dekhiyeche go???”

“Oi je oi shob kharap kaaj jeta shami stri kore.....”

“Kon shob kharap kaaj....”

“Oi, je bou r jamai lengto hoye ki shob jani kore.....”

“Oh acha, tahole tomra jano???”

“Ha.... Jani....” bole fik kore heshe dilo Shontu.... Amio hashlam.... Heshe bollam

“Ta, tomra kokhono shamna shamni kono kissing scene dekhecho???”

“Na.....”

“Tahole aaj ke dekhabo....”

  Shondha bela.... Ma ranna boshiyeche.... Amar shathe Shontu r Ontu-r khub bhab jome geche... Ta, amra tin jon boshe golpo korchi.... Hotat Ontu bollo

“Dada, tumi na bolechile, je amader live kissing scene dekhabe....”

“Oh acha...”

“Ta, kothae dekhbo....”

“Ei je dekho.....” bole ami chair theke uthe giye ma er shamne giye ma ke shokto kore jhoriye dhore lip kiss kora shuru korlam... Ma kichu bujhe othar agei ami ma ke jor kore kiss korte shuru korechi... Odike Shontu r Ontu khub uttejito... Ami kheyal korlam, oder panteo ekta tabu ghore utheche.... Ami ebar ma ke charlam.... Ma bollo

“Ai, eta ki korli re???”

“Eito, Shontu r Ontu ekta live lip kiss dekhte cheye chilo.... Ami dekhiye dilam....”

“Ta, r kono meye pashni....”

“Ma, tomar moto shundori thakte keno amra onno meye khujbo??? Thik na Shontu????”

“Ha mashima.... Apnar moto shundori khub kom e dekhechi...”

  Shedin raat e.... Ontu r Shontu ma er shathe shoy to... Ma ke Ontu bollo

“Mashima, ami tomake ekbar kiss korte pari???”

“Na...”

“Please, ekbar... Dao na please...” Eto korei jokhon bolche, tokhon ma bollo

“Acha, thik ache...” R shathe shathe Ontu ma er shamne tar choto lips duto ene ma ke lip kiss kora shuru korlo.... Ma o badha dilo na... Hotat ma feel korlo, ma er tol pete ki jeno ekta shokto moto badhche.... Ma kheyal korlo Ontu-r pant e bara khariye geche... Oi tukun ekta bacha, othocho 5 inch bara to hobei!!! Kichukhon por, ma ke chere diye ebar Ontu bollo

“Thank you mashima.....”

“Acha, ebar tomra ghumao......”

  Porer din shokale.... Ami ghum theke uthe dekhi Ma ranna ghore.... R ora dujon table e khabar khacche.... Ta amake dekhei Ontu bollo

“Dada, jano, ami na gotokaal mashima ke kiss korechi!!!”

“Very good.... Ta ma, kotha ki shotti???”

“Ha... Tui joto akaam kukaam oder shikhash.....”

Ebar ami oder dike takiye bollam

“Ta, dadara... Tomra aaj notun kichu dekhbe???”

“Ha... Dekhbo!!!” khub utshahe bole othe ora dujon....

“Ta, boloto, dudh kotha theke ber hoy???”

“Gavi theke....”

“Thik.... R kotha theke hoy???”

“Oi je mai theke!!!” shontu bole othe...

“Thik... Ta jano, tomader mashi mar ki bishal boro dudh ache???”

“Ki bolcho???”

“Ha... Bishal boro boro dudh.... Ta tomra ki dekhte chao???”

“Ha dada!!! Dekhte chai!!!”

“Tobe ei dekho....”

Bole ma ke ami pechon theke joriye dhore mai duto tule dhori....

“Ai ki korchish eshob???”

“Ma, ora jante chae kotha theke dudh ber hoy!!!”

“Ta char bolchi...”

“Aha Ma thamo to... To dada ra... Ki bishal bishal mai na???”

“Ha....”

“Ta jano ami ei mai duto theke dudh kheyechi....”

“Ki bolo???”

“Ha... Khub shad er dudh....”

“Ta dada, amrao ki kheye dekhte pari???”

“Ha paro...”

“Ai char bolchi, bhalo hocche na kintu!!!” ma bollo

“Aha, ma... Bacha duto dudh khete chacche, r tumi dudh debe na???”

“Ha, mashima.... tomar dudh khabo!!!”

“Please mashima, dao na tomar dudh!!!”

Ontu r Shontu-r kotha shune ma er mon gole gelo.... Ma blouse khule dudh duto ber kore bollo

“nao khao!” R dui bhai jhapiye porlo ma er bishal kalo kalo dudh er upor....

Du jon duto dudh kheye ekdom furiye fello... R ami oi dike ber hoye gelam....

  Bikaal bela... Ma geche market e.... Jawar age, amake bole geche oder dujon er kheyal rakhte.... Ta, ami sherokomi kheyal rakhchi....

  Ta TV er room e boshe achi... TV te bhalo kicchu hocche na... Ta, ami bhablam ki dekha jay.... Hotat mone porlo kichu CD er kotha.... Bollam

“Ta jano, tomader mashi ma na onek gulo chobi koreche!!!”

“Ki bolo dada???”

“Ha... Khub mojar mojar chobi..... Dekhbe naki???”

“Ha dada dekhbo....”

“Acha darao....” bole ma er ekta Disk chere dilam... R shathe shathe pordae bheshe uthlo ma chodon er disk.... Bashay jeta ma tulechilo... Parar cheleder gangbang er chobi....

  Jotoi shomoy jete laglo, totoi Ha kore chele duto dekhte thaklo.... Prae ek ghonta sheshe jokhon shesh holo, tokhon Ontu bollo

“Dada, ami ageo e jinish dekhechi....”

“Ha dada... Kintu shekhane to ekta chele mane ekta bor, arekta bou thake... Kintu ekhane mashimar shonge eto lok keno???” Shontu jigesh korlo

“R mesho kothay???” Ontu jigesh korlo

“Ta tomar mashima khub dushto to... Tai, jokhon tomar mesho desher baire chilo, tokhon tomar mashima parar chele pele der shathe jeta shami sri kore, sheta koreche!!!”

“Ki bolo!!! Mashi mar lojja koreni???”

“Lojja-r ki ache??? Tomar dekhe moja lageni???”

“Ha legeche.....” Ei shomoy ma ghore dhuklo..... Dhuktei Ontu bollo

“Mashima, amra kintu jani tomar shob dushtumi-r kotha....””

“Mane???”

“Tumi je shob dushtumi koro jokhon mesho ghore thakena!!!” bollo Shontu....

“Ki dushtumi baba-ra???” Ma obaak hoye jigesh korlo...

“Eije ei dushtumi!!” bole Ontu remote diye rewind kore ma er gangbang er drissho dekhalo abar..... Ma to hotobaak.... Protishodh... Aah... Ki mishti protishodh.... Ma amay tokhon chudte dey ni, r aaj ami ma er protishodh nilam... Ta Shontu bollo

“Mashi ma, amra ekhon theke jai chaibo, tai kintu dite hobe, nahole kintu amra mesho ke shob bole debo!!!!”

“Na, na bachadhon amar... Ei bepar ta jeno keo na jane...” Ma beg korlo....

“Keo janbena mashima, jodi tumi amader kotha moto cholo.....”

“Thik ache tai cholbo!!!”

“Acha.... Tahole ebar baire cholo....”

  Baire giye ora prothome park e ghurlo... Ghure ghure onek kichui kinlo.... Kinte kinte dekhe ma er purse er shob taka shesh... Ta hotat badam ola chokhe porlo.... raat baje prae noyta... Ami bollam Ontu r Shontu ke

“Dada ra... Ektu khide peyeche.... Cholo badam khai...”

“Ha cholo badam khai....” Ma shune to bollo

“Na baba-ra cholo bashay jai... Amar kache r taka nei....”

“Na mashima, je bhabei hok apnake badam khawate hobe.... Nahole ami kintu bole debo mesho ke....”

Ma ha kore takiye ache... Ta ami bollam

“Shomoshya nei.... Ami ebar badam wala ke manage korchi....”

Bole badam wala-r kache gelam.... Badam wala prae 60 bochorer buro ek lok... Moyla lungi, arekta chera genji gaye diye boshe ache... Giye bollam

“Dadu... Badam bikri kemon hocche???”

“ta bhaloi...”

“Ta dadu, amader kache kono taka nei... Ta amra badam khete chai...”

“Ta taka nei, badam khabe kemne???”

“Dadu, taka nei, kintu onno ekta jinish ache.... Oi je bench er upor maal ta dekhcho na, kemon lagche???”

“Oshadharon..... Orre, ki jobbor mai re!!!”

“Ta dadu, magi-r dudh khao r sheta diye badam dite raji????”

“Tumi amar shob badam niye nao!!! Oi dudhial gai er dudh khete parle ami shob badam tomader dite raji!!!”

Ami ebar badam wala ke kache niye eshe bollam

“Ei je Ontu.... Badam wala tomader badam khawabe... Kintu binimoye kichu chae....”

“Ki dada???”

“Tomar mashima-r dudh khete chae....”

“Ta thik ache dadu.... Tumi mashi-r dudh khao.... Tobe age amader badam diye jao....”

“AAI!! EI shob kintu thik hocche na.... Ai miya ekhan theke shoro...” Ma bollo

“Mashima, amra kintu mesho ke shob bole debo!!!” Shontu ebar heshe bollo

“Aha, ma... Baba janle ki kelenkaritai na hoye jabe.... Chup chap oder kotha shune felo.....”

“Ha mashima.... Chup chap dadu ke dudh khawao!!!” Ma ebar dhire dhire achol ta shoralo.... R obhukto badamwala ebar ma er dudh er upor jhapiye pore blouse khana chire fele diye dudh duto chushte laglo.... R onno dike amra tin jon badam khete laglam.... Ei bhabe jokhon amader badam khawa shesh, totokhone badamwala-r dudh khawao shesh

Ontu bollo

“Mashi ma ebar mashay cholo.... Ghum peyeche....”

“Dadu, ebar charo...” bole ami ma ke chariye aanlam....”

  Ma amar dike raag hoye takiye thaklo... R ami hashte laglam..... Er por, amra bari firbo... Ami ekta taxi deke taxi te uthlam... Ma bollo

“Bhara to nei amar kache....”

“Aha otho to....” bole ami thele shobai ke uthalam...” Barir khache eshe bollam Taxi wala ke

“Dada, amader kache to kono bhara nei....”

“Bhara nei mane????”

“amader kache kono taka poysha nei...” Ei shune moddho boyoshi Taxi wala gari hard brake korlo... Bollo

“Ta ki bhebe taxi te uthecho chokra!!! Eta ki tomader baper taxi naki??”

“Aha dada... Eto raag hobar ki ache??? Bhara nei to ki hoyeche.... Onno arekta cheese ache.....”

“Ki???”

“Ei je ei dudhial magi-r pod marte parle kemon lagbego tomar dada???”

“Ki bolcho!!! Ebar ma er dike takiye bollo

“Ha dada...”

“Ai ki bolchish Suhil....”

“Thik e bolchi ma.... Ai Ontu dekho to... Tomar mashi ma kotha shunche na....”

“Ai mashima Suhil da er kotha shono, nahole kintu mesho ke shob bole debo...”

“ta dada raji???”

“Abar bolte!!!” bole taxi wala gari theke neme ma ke gari theke ber kore ene pasher faka ondhokar goli te dhukalo... Dhukiye ma er achol ta feltei ma er chera blouse e dhaka bishal bishal dudh duto unmukto holo

“Ei re... Magi-r dekhi blouse e chera.... Dara, ebar tor pod khana chirchi!!!” bole ma er petticoat uthiye bara pod er bhetor ek bare dhukiye dilo... Shukno pod e shukno bara dhukote ma ektu betha pelo... Driver ebar bollo

“Magi dhukche na to re.... Chete de dekhi..... Tor pod er shad tui e ne ebar....” bole ma ke jor kore boshiye ma er mukhe bara ghuje dilo.... Ebar ma ta chushe dilo...

“Are aste chosh.... Maal ki tor mukhei felbo naki???” bole bara ber kore abaro ma ke walla er shathe helan diye ma er pod e abar bara probesh koralo... Ebar kichukhon thap diye ma er pod e maal fele shanto hoye driver taxi niye chole gelo....

  “Mashi-ma, tumi to dekhchi, biraat dushto....”

“Ontu, ei dushto mashima der ador kore ki dake jano???”

“Ki dada???”

“Beshya Magi!!!” Amra tin jon heshe uthlam.... R ma obaak hoye amader dike takiye thaklo!!!

  Ta, porer din shokale...

  Ma breakfast banache... Noren da shobji kutche....

  Ontu r Shontu niche neme esheche.... Eshei Ontu bollo

"Ki khbr Beshya Magi!"

  Ma to puro chomke uthlo... Noren dao ha kore takiye thaklo chele dutor dike... Ma kichu bolar agei ora bollo

  "ta magi breakfast toiri to?"

"Na, eito r kichukhon...."

"Ekhono toiri hoyni keno???"

"Na mane...."

"Ta magi, shetar jonne toamke ekta punishment deoya hobe...." bollo Shontu....

"Ki punishment?"

"Je, tomar Maxi ta khule rakhte hobe...."

"Ki??!?!?"

"Ha... Ki bolo Noren da??? Bhul korle to shashti ditei hobe tai na???" Ontu Noren da ke bollo... Noren da to bujhe gehce.... heshe bollo

"Ha.... Thik bolecho tomra.... Bhul korle to shasti petei hobe...."

"Ta mashi ma.... Thuri, beshya magi.... Maxi ta khule amader dao..."

Ma kichu bolar agei Ontu doure giye Ma er maxi er chain khule niche taan dilo.... R maxi ta shathe shathe mati te pore gelo.... R ma er bishal bishal dudh jora jhule porlo.... Ma er bishal pod kahano drissho maan holo.... Eshomoyi ami ranna ghore probesh korlam.... probesh korei to obaak.... Dekhi, ma ulongo, r Ontu r Shontu ma er dike takiye hashche.... Amake dekhe bollo

"Dada, dekho beshya magi ke shashti diyechi...."

"Keno go???"

"Amader khaabr ekhono ready koreni bole....."

"Ta bhaloi korecho......" Ami ebar Norenda er dike takiye hashlam.... Noren dao amar dike takiye hashlo....

  Ta khabar deoyar shomoy..... Ma bollo

"Ontu baba, ami ebar maxi ta pore nei???"

"Dada, ki korbo???" amar dike takiye jigesh korlo Ontu....

"Na... Ma ke jokhon lengto dekhei felechi, tokhon r kapor ki jonne dorkar???"

"Thik thik..... Na beshya magi... Kapor pora cholbe na..." bollo Shontu....

"Ha.... Ebong ekhon theke r ghore kapor pora cholbe na beshya magi!!!" bollo Ontu.... Bole amar dike haslo.... Amio haslam.... Ta ma khabar serve korche.... Ma Ontu ke khabar serve korar jonne Ontu-r kache jete Ontu ma er gud er baal taan dilo.... Diye bollo

"Beshya Magi.... Tor ekhane dari keno???"

Ami r Noren da heshe dilam.... Ma o onek ta oprustut hoye gelo... Bollo

"Na, onek din dhore shave kora hoy nai...."

"Ta Noren da, shedin je saloon e amader chul kat te niye gele, saloon er napit tar naam ki jani???"

"Agge Ritu...."

"Ta Ritu da ke ekkhuni niye asho...."

"Thik ache..." bole totkhunat Noren da ber hoye gelo... Ami to bujhlam, ki hocche... Heshe r kicchu bollam na.... Ma bollo

"Ai eshob ki hocche??? Napit keno lagbe???"

"Keno lagbe, ta ekhoni dekha jabe...."

  Kichukhon por Noren da Ritu ke niye hajir... Ritu elakar saloon er napit.... Boyosh hobe 24-25... Ta, eshe Drawing room e bosheche... Ontu ebar giye bollo

"Ritu da, tumi eshecho.... Bhaloi hoyeche.... Ta khur kechi shob enecho to???"

"Ha...."

"Ta dada, tumi ko bochor dhore chul kato???"

"Hocche, 10 bochor..."

"Meyeder chul ketecho kokhono????"

"Na... Meye ra to r saloon e ashe na... Jae parlor e..."

"Tobe shave kore dite parbe to???"

"Shave... Meyeder...." confused Ritu bollo....

"Ha..."

"Acha parbo...."

"Thik ache... Shontu da... Mashi ma ke niye asho...."

  Shontu giye ma ke haat dhore taan te thaklo....

Ma bolllo

"Kothae niye jaccho amake???"

"Aha cholo na...." edike ami r Noren da piche piche gelam....

Ma ke niyei ghore dhuktei Ritu sofa theke lafiye uthlo!!! Chokh boro kore kore ma er bipul doihik shondorjo dekhte laglo....

Ma o haat tene ma er dudh r gud dhakar bertho procheshta korte laglo....

Ebar Shontu bollo

"Ritu da.... Mashi-r na gud e onek dari hoyeche... Tumi ekta shave kore dao to... Bogol eo kom hoy ni...." Ritu jeno akash theke porlo... Dekhei ki obosta tar!!! R shei chodon debi ke haat debar chance peye to anonde lafiye uthlo... R ek muhurto deri na kore, Shaving cream ber kore ma er ghono baal bhorti gud e shaving cream lagalo.... Tarpor, ma ke bollo

"kaki-ma, pa duto faak korun...." Ma lojja lojja bhab kore pa ta faak korlo....

"Aha beshya magi!!! Aro faak koro!!!: bole Ontu ma er gud e angul dhukiye dilo... Roshalo Gud e angul bhortei ma baddho hoye pa aro faak kore dilo...

Ritu bollo

"kaki-ma nora chora korben na....."

Ontu ebar ma ke fingering korte korte bollo

"Ai magi... Chup chap dariye thak....."

Ma shei fingering shotteo khub koshte dariye thaklo... Thik jokhon gud shave kore shesh, tokhon ontu fingering aro bariye dilo... R ma shathe shathe jol khoshalo..... R ontu-r haat beye beye top top kore rosh porte laglo.... Ontu bollo,

"Jaak, r gud porishkar korar jol lagbe na... Gud er jolei gud dhuye fela jabe....." Ei shune amra shobai hashlam.... Ebar ma er haat duto uche kore Ma er bogol tola shave korte laglo Ritu.... Korte korte ma er dudh ta ek pashe tene tene chipte laglo... R jei chip dilo, tokhoni dudh ber hoye ashlo... Ritu to obaak.... Bollo

"Eire.... Beshi chap pore geche.... Dudh berocche dekhchi...."

"Ai magi eta kintu thik hocche na.... Darao tomar punishment dicchi!!!" bole Ma er pod e ekta angul dhukiye dilo Shontu.... Bollo

"Joto dudh ber hobe totoi beshi angul dhukabo tomar pod e Magi!!!!"

Ma bollo

"Na r porbe na!!!"

Ritui khelae moja peye geche.... Hotat iccha kore tip dicche.... R tokhon dudh ber hocche.... R sahthe shathe Shontu arekta kore angul dhukiye diche ma er pod e....

Ma bollo

"Amar ki dosh.... Ritu na tip dicche...."

"Kar dosh jani na, kintu magi tomarr buk thekei to dudh porche!!! Tai tumi shashti pabe...."

Amrao moja mojae dekhte laglam... Jotokhon e ma er bogol shave kora shesh holo, totokhone Shuntur puro haat pray ma er pod er bhetor... Amader raam chodon khete khete ekhon ma er pod e bacha cheler haat o dhukhte pare shohojei!!! Shontuo Moja meye geche.... Ma er pod er bhetor chulkiye dicche, r ma o lafiye uchche... Ma bollo

"Ebar please amar pod theke haat ta ber koro Shontu... Amar betha lagche.... Aah...."

"Na to magi... Tumi to moja paccho!!! Pacccho na moja???" bole ebar ma er pod e aro jore fisting korte laglo.... Ma to aro shihorone kukiye uthlo.... Ontu etokhon dariye dariye shob dekhchilo.... Bollo

"Dada, dada, dekhi to kemon lage???"

"Aha.... Amar haat ber korte iccha korche na.... Tor to haat ta choto.. Tui magi-r gud e haat dhukiye de!!!"

"Na, na!!!!" Ma shore jaoyar agei, ma er jole bhora gud e Ontu 4 angul dhukiye dilo.... Er por, aste aste puro haat tai dhukiye dilo Ontu,.... Ma to r thakte parche........ Ma er shorir kaapte thaklo.... Ontu bollo

"Dada, tomar haat feel korte parchi!!!!"

"ha.... ki chikon ekta porda magi tar pod r gud er majhe...."

"Aaaaahhhhh..... Aaaahhhhh....." Ma er nishash proshash aro bhari hote laglo...

"Magi to moja pacche mone hoy... Ki magi moja pacho????"

"Aaahhh... Ha go....." Ma kono mote bollo

"Tobe ei nao...." r dui bhai aro jore jore fisting korte laglo... R ma thakte parlo na...

Shathe shathei oi obostaei gud er rosh ditiyo baar charlo.....

"Ei re.... Amar haat dekhi puro bhije geche dada...."

"MAgi ke diye haat ta chatiye mukhe ne!!!"

"Nao magi... Tomar rosh tumie khao.... Bole ma er mukhe ebar haat dhukiye ma ke ma er gud er rosh khawalo Ontu....." Odike Ritu ha kore takiye takiye dekhchilo... Shontu bollo

"Dada, tumio ebar ekta moja nao........"

"Ha, Ritu da.... Magi to etokhon nijer gud er rosh enjoy korlo... Ebar tomar barar rosh khayao take!!!!" bollo Ontu.... R pay kake... Ma kichu bolar agei Ritu ebar ma er mukhe nijer purushongo dhukiye ma er matha ta barar upor chepe dhorlo.... Tarpor, ma er mukh ke chudte laglo... Beshikhon na... Paach minute er mathae Ritu ma er mukhe maal fello.... Ma beshi bhag tai gilte parlo, kintu olpo ektu baire porlo.... Baire portei ontu bollo

"Magi , ghore nongra kore na... Chete kheye felo..." Ma obaak hoye takiye thaklo.... SHontu bollo

"Magi, chete kheye felo taratari...." Ma ebar baddho hoye floor er upor theke maal chete kheye fello....

Ritu ke ebar Shontu bollo

"Dada, r kichu lagbe???"

"Dada ra... Tomra ja payment dile, tomra aaj theke daily amar saloon e free chul katiye jeoyo!!!"

"Ei to magi, good magi!!!" Bollo Ontu Ma ke... R ami R noren da heshe fellam!!!

  Jai hok.... Shedin bikaal e...

  Ma sofa boshe boshe T.V. dekhche... Ga e kono kapor chopor e nei... Niche nemei amar abaro mathay dushto buddhi elo.... Ontu R Shontu oi dike chad e khelchilo..... Ami giye oder bollam....

"Kire, ki khbr tomader... Ki korcho???"

"Eito marble khelchilam..."

"Bhalo... Ta tomader ekta magic dekhai....." Bole ami niche eshe Ma ke bollam

"Ma chad e cholo....."

"Keno???"

"Aha choloi na..." bole ma ke jor kore chad e niye gelam..... Jetei Ontu bollo

"Ta dada, tumi na magic dekhabe na???"

"Ha dekhabo.... Ta etake dekhate hole, tomader marble gulo lagbe..."

"Marble gulo lagbe keno???"

"Karon ami marble gayeb korar magic dekhabo..."

"Ki??? Tumi magic jano dada??? Ta dekhao tomar magic...."

"Tobe ei dekho....."

Bole ami ma er pechone gelam... Haat e tin ta marble.... bollam

"Khul ja sim sim!!!" bole put kore ma er pod er bhetore marble gulo pure fellam... Ma to shir shiriye uthlo jokhon thanda glass er ball gulo ma er pod diye dhuke gelo... Tarpor haat ber kore ene bollam

"Ei dekho gayeb!!!"

"Kothay rekhecho dada???"

"Oitai to magic...."

"Ki bolo.... Acha dada, shegulo back koro to..."

"Back korte hole tomader ek kaaj korte hobe...."

"Ki kaaj???"

"Tomader priyo rendi magi tar pachay ekta chor maro ek dom shathe shathe beriye porbe!!!" R shathe shathe dujon mile ma er pachay jore marlo thappor.... R pot pot kore ball duto matite pore gelo!!! Ora bollo

"Darun magic to dada... Ami ebar try korbo!!!" bole ebar ontu dhukiye diye abaro pachay jore ekta chor marlo.... R Shontu ebar ball duto niye pure abaro chor marlo....

"Aah.... Aste... Betha pacchi!!!"

"Aha... Rendi magi tar pacha khana ki duloni dulche..."

Ebhabe ora kichukhon pacha ta niye khelte thaklo.... Kichukhon por Ontu bollo

"Dada, khide peyeche...."

"Ta, ki khabe???"

"Umm... Ice Cream Khabo...."

"Hmm.... Acha tomra dosh minute pore asho ami bebosta korchi...." bole ami ma ke niye niche ashlam....

  Dosh minute pore jokhon ora niche namlo, tokhon ora ha kore takiye thaklo...

"Ei nao, tomader special Banana Split ice-cream!!!"

  Table er upor, pa duto faak kore ma bosha.... Clean Shave kora golapi gud ta te ekta asto kola dhukano... R Tar upor shada vanilla ice cream r Chocolate deoya..... Ma chokh bondho kore ache, karon kon kone thanda ice cream ta gud er upor e ekta onno rokom sensation er jonmo diyeche....

  Ami kichu bolar agei ora dujon jhapiye porlo, r Ma er gud theke ora Oi ice cream chete chete khete laglo.... Tarpor, kamor diye diye kola kheye kheye ma er gud chata shuru korlo

"Kemon hoyeche dada ra???"

"Oshadharon dada!!!"

"Chomotkar dada...."

"Emon tasty banana split ice cream ami amar baper jonmeo khai ni dada!!!"

  Khawa sheshe ami bollam

"Ta, tomra to shundor kore tomader pet purle.... Kintu tomader rendi magi mashimar je ekhono pet e khudha..... Ta ke kichu khawabe na???"

"Ta tomader malai ice cream ebar rendi magi take khawao!!"

  "Ai Suhil eta kintu thik hocche na kintu!!!" Ma foron kete bollo

"Ai rendi magi, tomaro to pete khida ache... Ta nao, ebar amra tomay khawachi..." Bole Shontu pant khule fello... R or 5 inch er choto bara ta kharano... Onno dike Ontu o boro bhai er dekha dekhi Pant khule feleche.... Tar ta 4.5 inch darano....

  "Na magi... Ebar amader ta chosho!!!"

MA ebar oder dujon ke blow job deowa shuru korlo....

  45 years ekjon Bibahito Mohila tar cheler shamne 14- 15 bochor er duto cheler kochi bara mukhe pure chushte laglo.... R Ora du bhai chokh bondho kore upore cheye thaklo.... Ma tar bishal bishal dudh juliye rekhe oder choto dhon duto chushe dite laglo.... Bacha chele pele, beshi khon thakte parlo na.... Kichukhon er moddhei ma er mukhe e maal out kore dilo....

  "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh......."

  "Kemon Laglo Shontu???"

  "aaaah Dada.... Khub bhalo...."

"Ta, tomader malaie to r tomar mashi-r pet bhorbe na.... Ebar amra ektu tomar mashi-mar pet bhoriye dei..... Noren da!!!" Noren da shathe shathe hajir.... Nijer bara ta ber kore amra dujon emar ma er mukh shomane chudte laglam..... Ma o jeno amader purushonger shob maal gile khabar uddog nilo.... Amra etodin er jomane maal ebar out korlam... Eto porimaan e, je Ma er mukh diye beye beye maal porte laglo.....

"Ebong ebhabei Rendi Magi der pet bhorate hoy, bujhecho Shontu...."

  "Yes Dada...." heshe Shontu bollo!!!

  Porer din... Shokale uthe dekhi, Ontu r Shontu bag guchache... Giye jigesh kortei bollo

"Ma r baba, amader nite esheche...."

  Niche jama kapor pore, neme dekhi Susmita mashima, r Meshomoshay luggage niye dariye.... Ma er shathe kotha bolche...

Susmita Mashi bollo

"Ora khub dushtumi koreche na Bina???"

"Na... Sherokom kichui kore nai...."

Ami bollam

"Na, ora r ki dushtumi koreche... Ami R Noren dai to er cheye dher beshi dushtumi kori...." bole hashlam.... Mao hashlo.... Mesho r Mashima kichu na bujhe kichukhon ha kore takiye thaklo.... Odike Ontu r Shontu chole esheche...

Ontu bollo

"Ma, ami r kichudin thakbo...."

"Na... Tomra emnei mashi mar shathe onek dushtumi korecho... Ebar bashay cholo...." Ontu r Shontu to thik moto bujhe nai....

"Na... Ogulo shob Suhil dada-r buddhi chilo..." Ma ebar bollo

"Na kono shomoshya nai... Tomader to konoi dosh nei... Ei Suhil er matha thekei shob dushto buddhi gulo ashe...." Ami ebar hashlam....

Ebar ora bollo

"Bye... Abar dekha hobe...."

Ontu bollo

"Mashima amra abar shiggiri ashchi....."

"Ha... Abar esho!!!!" heshe bollo ma.....

  Du din porer ghotona… Baba ekhono bashay asheni… Ta, shokal doshta… Ami basha theke beriye gechi… Bashya shudhu ma r Noren da eka… Choto bhai tokhono ghume…

  Noren da shobe ghum theke utheche… Uthe bazar korte jabe… Ta, ranna ghore giye dekhe, Ma ranna korche… Ma er porone shudhu ekta halka laal maxi… Maxi-r bhetor diye shobi dekha jacche… Ta sheta dekhe, Noren da er bara abar khariye gelo… Giye ma ke pechon theke joriye dhorlo….

“Kire Suhil… Char…. Kichukhon agei na toke chushe dilam….”

“Memshaheb, ami Noren…”

“O Noren… Matro ghum theke uthle???”

“Ha memshaheb…”

“Ta Bazar e jao…”

“Aha Memshaheb… Amar je abar danda khariye geche… Eta niche na namiye to r baire jaoya jae na…”

“Aha Noren… Tumio na….”

“Please memshaheb, just gud ta ektu chude nei…”

“Gud chudbe ki kore??? Bashay to r condom nei… Shobi to tomra dui jon shesh kore felecho…”

“Keno, du din age je dui dozen anlam???”

“Majhe, je Parar chele pele ra elo… Tara to shob shesh kore feleche….”

“Uhu Memshaheb… Eshob bhalo lage na… Bajar e giye condom kinte hoy amar, r parar chele pele ra du din por por eshe apnake chude ta shesh kore… Er porer bar theke bole deben jeno, ashar shomoy condom niye ashe… Acha condom chara chudle ba ki hobe memshaheb??? Ekhon r oshudh khan na???”

“Na go Noren… Doctor mana koreche oshudh khete… Acha, darao, tomar ekta bebosta korchi…” bole ma Noren da er shamne hatu gere boshe Noren da er bara ta mukhe pure chushte laglo… Noren dao chokh bondho kore ma er matha theshe dhore ma ermukh chudte laglo… Dosh minute er mathay Noren da bollo

“Aah… Memshaheb r parchi na… Charlam!!!” bole Noren da ma er mukh bhashiye dilo maal diye….

“Umm… Onek din tomar maal khaoya hoy na Noren…” bole Noren da maal gile fello… R mukher char pash diye ber hoye jaowa maal angul diye mukhe pure chete chete khete laglo… R Noren da Bazar korte ber hoye gelo…

  Kichukhon por ranna barar kaaj shere ma Upore bedroom e gelo… Giye dekhe choto bhai ekhono ghumache… Ma giye tar pashe shuye chul er upor haat bulate laglo… Emon shomoy Subir er ghum bhanglo… Tin bochor hoyeche Subir er… Chokh khulei bollo

“Ma, tomar dudh khabo…”

“Dudh to nei baba… Dada kheye shesh kore feleche…”

“Aha ma… Dao na… Ektu dudh khabo…”

“Na… Ekhon utho baba… Tomar jonne breakfast korechi…”

“Na, ami dudh na kheye uthbo na…”

“Acha… Jao, dichi… Kintu beshikhon khaowa jabe na kintu…”

“Acha!!!”

R ma tar krishnoborno...dudher khoni eliye giye...baal vora gud choriye..pod uchu kore sue porlo bichanay.. R choto bhai ma er dudh niye khelte laglo…

Ma er bishal bishal dudh jora chotkache… Tipche nijer iccha moto… Choto bhai o khub dushto hoyeche… Prottek shokale take dudh niye khela na korte dile kanna kati kore…

“Ma… Aaj tomar dudh ke shesh koreche???”

“Suhil shesh koreche…

“Oh… baba khae ni???”

“Na…”

“Tumi ki babader shathe bacha bacha khela korecho???”

“Ha korechi…”

Choto bhai amakeo baba dake… Abar Noren da keo baba dake… Choto bhai shob e dekhe… Mane, Subir er shamnei Noren da r Ami ma ke beshya magi-r moto chudi… Choto bhai khali dekhe r hashe… Ta ek din ami r Noren da ma ke bichanay fele chudchi… Ami pod marchi r Noren da gud e bara guje ma ke double penetrate korche… Emon shomoy Subir eshe ma ke bollo

“Ma, baba ra tomake ki korche???”

“Aah… Baba ra amar shathe khela korche…”

“Ki khela korche???”

“Bacha bacha khela korche…”

“Ei khela korle ki hoy???”

“Tomar moto chotto babu der jonmo hoy…”

“Baba ra ki ebhabei amake baniyeche???”

Ami bollam

“Ha… Amra ebhabei tomake baniyechi!!!”

Subir ebar bollo

“Baba, ami khelbo na???”

“Subir arektu boro hoy…. Tarpor khelte parbe…”

“Acha thik ache!!! Amio boro hoye ma er pete baccha debo!!!”

Ami R Noren da ei kotha shune r thakte parlam na… Ma er pod r gud bhashiye dilam maal e…

Ma hashlo r bollo

“Thik ache Subir… Tumio tomar boro bhai er moto amar pete baccha diyo…”

  Jai hok… Fire ashi present e…

  Subir ma er dudh khacchilo….Emon somoy bell beje othe....ma khub birokto hoy… Ma bhablo ami to kichukhon agei ber hoyechi... R Noren da ero eto taratari bazar shesh hobar kotha na… Ma bollo

“Subir…Ebar charo… Amake niche giye dorja khulte hobe…”

“Acha…”

Ebar ma tar maxi ta pore niche namlo…. Neme dorja khullo… Dorja khultei ekjon lok bole uthlo

“Memshaheb, ami apnader notun dudhwala…. Dudh lagbe naki???”

Lokta Noren da er boyoshi… Mukhe khoche khocha dari… Poron e ekta purono Sando genji…R lungi… Lokta prothome ma ke kheyal kore ni… Kintu je ma er dike chokh gelo, Ma er bishal bishal maxi te abrito dudh jorar upor chokh porlo… Lokta mone mone bhablo

“Sharajibon gabhi dekhechi… Kintu er moto dudhial gabhi kokhono dekhi ni!!! Maxi-r upor diyei eto boro…. Maxi khulle ki hobe!!!” Lokta jeno dudh jorar dike takiye hariye gelo onno kono ek jogote… Ma e baddho hoye lokta ke bastobe firiye anlo….

“Ai… Shuno!!! Darao… Tomar jonne ekta dekchi niye ashchi…”

Lokta ha na kicui bollo na… Ma fire ranna ghorei jete jetei Ma er bishal pod dulani dekhte laglo…

“Orre baaps!!! Dudh jemon, pod gulo temon khasha mairi!!!” mone mone bollo lokta…

  Emon shomoy bhetor theke shunlo ekta bachar gola…

  Ma fire ashlo ekta dekhchi niye… Bollo

“Tomar dudh bhalo hobe to???”

“A, ha memshaheb… Ekke bare khati dudh…”

“Acha, dao tin litre…”

“Acha memshaheb…” bole ma er dudh er dike takiyei dudh wala koshte dudh dite laglo…

“Ei korcho ta ki??? Tomar dudh to pore jacche…” lokta ebar kheyal korlo, bhule tini onekta dudh baire fele diyeche….

“Sorry memshaheb…. Kheyal korini…” bole dudh wala ebar thik moto dudh dite laglo…

Emon shomoy Subir eshe ma er pashe daralo…

  “Ma, ke esheche???”

“Dudhwala… Dudh dite…”

“Keno ma??? Tomar dudh ache na…”

“Baba, amar dudh to r ekhon sherokom beshi hoy na… Tai, amader abar dudh kena shuru korechi…”

“Thik ache ma…”

Lokta ha kore kore shunlo… Ei randi magi-r tahole dudh o hoy!!! Emon rendi pele to dudh becha chere sharadin rendi gud e bara rekhe ghumato!!!

Ebar loktar dike cheye Subir bollo

“Dudhwala, tomaro ki amar moto ma ache, jar dudh tipe tipe tumi amader dudh dao???”

Lokta puro puri ha kore takiye thaklo Subir er dike… Ma hashlo… Dudhwala nijeke shamle niye heshe bollo

“Babu, tomar ma er moto ma thakle ami r dudh bechtum na… Ami khali dudh khetam…”

Ei kotha shune ma hashlo… Bollo

“Acha…. Kaal ke abar esho…” bole dorja lagiye dilo…

Dorja bondho kortei lokta kheyal korlo, tar bara dariye kaath… Mone mone bollo

“Ishh… Jodi, ami ei rendi magi r dudh khete partam…”

  Ke janto, ei shopno eto taratari puron hobe tar!!!

  Porer din shokal doshta… Ami abaro kaaj e beriye gechi… Baba bashay fere ni… Noren da r Ma eka bashay… Subir ghum e…

Noren da R ma master bedroom er bichay shuye shuye golpo korche… Noren da shobe condom e maal chereche… Tokhoni bell beje uthlo…

“Eto shokale abar ke elo memshaheb? Choto shaheb to eto taratari ferar kotha na…”

“Dudhwala esheche hoyto Noren… Ami niche jacchi… Tumi kapor pore bazar e jao…”

“Acha memshaheb…” bole Noren uthe gelo… Ma ekta Maxi ga e chapiye niche giye dorja khullo…

“Memshaheb, dudh niye eshechi…” bole dab dab kore ma er dudh jorar dike takiye thaklo…

“Acha darao, ami dekchi niye ashchi….” Bole ma ranna ghore gelo…

“Ish ki dole re pacha duto!!! Aha!!” mone mone bhablo dudhwala…

Ma dekchi niye eshe ekta upor holo dekhchi debar jonne… R dudh er bishal khaaj maxi-r upor diye dekha gelo… Dudh wala-r chokh chok chok korte laglo dudh er khonir dekhe….

“Ki go… Dekhchi nibe na???”

“Oh, ha…” bole dudhwala dekhchi ta nilo… Niye dudh bhora shuru korlo… Dudh bhore ma er haat e dilo… Emon shomoy Noren da bazar er bag haat e ber holo…

“Noren, shesh hoye geche… Mone kore Pharmacy theke kine niye esho…”

“Acha memshaheb…” heshe bollo Noren… Tarpor haata dilo… Edike Dudhwala o pechon pechon jete laglo Noren da er… Kichu dur jawar por, Dudhwala eshe Noren da ke bollo

“Dada, kichu mone korben na, kintu apni ki oi bashay kaaj koren?”

“Ha…”

“Ami parar dudhwala… Amar naam Jogesh…”

“Oh acha… Ami Noren…”

“Ta Noren da kothay jacchen???”

“Eito bazar e…”

“Oh acha… Ta koto bochor dhore ei bashay kaaj koren???”

“Umm… Darao, hishab kore nei… Subir er boyosh 3 bochor… tahole ami motamoti 4 bochor dhore achi…”

“Oh acha… Ta oi bashay kaaj korte kemon lage???”

“Khub e bhalo… Ebong khub e mojar…”

“Ta mojar e lagar kotha… Emon memshaheb ei tollate nei…” heshe bollo Dudhwala… Noren dao hashlo…

“Ta memshaheb er barite r ke ke thake???”

“Eito, memshaheb, onar bor r onar dui chele…”

“Choto chele ke to dekhechi... Arek chele kishe pore???”

“Eito, ebar college pash korlo…”

“Oh acha… Ta shaheb ki office e???”

“Na, shaheb kolkatar baire… Shaheb barite thake na bollei chole… Bochor e 9 mash e baire baire thake…”

“Oh acha… Ta dada, eito Pharmacy… Memshaheb bollo kisher oshudh kinte…”

“Oh ha…” bole Noren da Pharmacy te bollo

“Dada, doshta packet din to…” Pharmacy-r dokan dar ebar Noren da er dike ha kore takiye bollo

“Kire Noren… Tui ki Condom er bebsha shur korli naki??? Goto porchui to 5 packet niye geli… Aji abar lagbe keno???”

“Ki korbo bolun… Shesh hoye geche…”

“Tui condom diye ki korchish ta tui e janish… Ei ne…”

Noren da abar hata shuru korlo… Ebar dudhwala bollo

“Dada, memshaheb ki condom nite boleche???”

“Ha…”

“Ta keno??? Memshaheb er bor to kolkata-r baire….”

“Aha bor baire thaklei je condom lagbena ta ke boleche???”

“Ta memshaheb ki korbe eto condom diye???”

“Ta sheta takei jigesh koro kaal…” bole Noren da hon hon kore bajar e dukhe gelo…

  Porer din shokale…. Chutir din…. Tai ami ghore… Ami niche neme dekhlam, Ma ekta patla maxi pore table e boshe kacche… Ami giye ma ke pechon theke ma er bishal bishal dudh er khoni joriye dhorlam…

"Aah dushtu… Shokal shokal uthei dushtumi.. Shanti moto ki amay khete dibi na???”

“Aah ma… Shokale uthe tomar gud er shad na pele je ami sharata din kharap jay….” Bole ami ma er shamne hatu gere boshe maxi ta tule ma er pa jora fak kore amar mukhobibor probesh koriyechi....ma er gud er ontoral e .....jib,lala e bhoriye diyechi sokol baal...... Ma tokhon chorom sukher guha e probesh koreche...

“Aah Suhil… Kha amar gud… Chushe ne amar gud er jol…” bole amar matha ta chepe dhorlo… Amio aro bhalo kore chushte laglam…. Kichukhon er moddhei ma amar mukhe jol khoshalo… Ami ebar uthe daralam... Tokhoni bell bajlo…

“Suhil dara… Dudhwala esheche… Dudh ta niye nei… Tarpor, ja korar korish…” bole ma uthe chole gelo… Tokhoni amar mone porlo… Noren da raat e amay dudhwala-r beparta boleche… Noren da ghum e… Tai, ami giye ma er pashe daralam...

“Tumi ki Jogesh dudhwala???”

“Ji shaheb…”

“Ta tumi bole Noren da er shathe golpo korchile???”

“Na mane, dui ekta kotha bolchilam r ki…” mukh tukh shukiye gelo dudhwalar… Ma jigesh korlo…

“Ki hoyeche re Suhil???”

“Na kichu na…Oi gotokaal Noren da r shathe uni ekta golpo korchilo r ki…” Tarpor bollam

“Acha, prottek din shokale eshe tumi keno dudh nite asho ma??? Jogesh da ke bollei to tini ghore dhuke dudh diye jete pare… Ta Jogesh da, er por ki tomar r kothae dudh debar thake???”

“Na shaheb…”

“Ta tumi to ghore boshei dudh diye paro… Asho ghore asho…” Ma ektu obak holo, but bujhe fello ki hocche… Jogesh da halka halka bhoy niye tar boyam niye ghore dhuklo... Dhuke ranna ghore chair tene boshlo… Ami bollam

“Ta dada, gotokaal tumi ki jani ekta proshno korechile Noren da ke…”

“Ki proshno???”

“Na, noren da jei proshner uttor ma er kach theke nite bolechilo…”

“Na, sherokom kichu…” ebar ami foron kete ma ke bollam

“Ma, Jogesh da er na janar iccha, je tumi eto condom diye ki koro…”

“Hotat….”

“Na, bashay baba nei… Kintu tao tomar eto condom lagche, shei jonne jigesh korlo dada… tai na dada???” Jogesh da confused bhabe bollo

“Ha ha dada… Na bashay shaheb nei… Kintu otogulo condom…” ebar ami ma ke pechon theke dudh jora chepe dhorlam… Dhore bollam

“Ma bolo na, bashay baba nei, othocho, tumi condom diye ki koro???”

“Ami to r kori na… Korish to tora….” Dudh wala ha kore ma er dike takiye thaklo… Ami ebar ma er dudh jora ojon korar moto kore bollam

“Dada, tomar ek ekta gabhi kow kg kore dudh dei???”

“Eito, 10-12 litre…”

“Amar ma er ei duto thekei sherokomi ashto….”

“Ki, eto dudh….”

“Ha… Kintu ekhon r hoy na…”

“Aha…”

“Ma aaj ki keo tomar dudh kheye dekheche???”

“Na… Aaj keo khae ni…”

“Ta olpo ektu ache na…”

“Ha ache…”

“Ta jogesh da ke ektu khete dao na…”

“Ki na… Ki bolchish tui… Tor baba janle…”

“Aha…. Tumi jokhon Noren da ke khawao tokhon ki baba jane???”

“Aha… Char bolchi… Bairer loker shamne…”

“Ma, dekho na… Jogesh da ki bhabe tomar dudh dutor dike takiye ache.. Ektu khete dao na… Ki dada, khub khete icche korche na???”

“umm… Haa….” Bhebacheka kheye bollo jogesh da…

“Acha ma dao na…” bole ami maxi er hook gulo khule ekta bishal dudh er khoni ber kore anlam…. Jogesh da to haa kore takiye thaklo…

“dada, ha kore takiye acho keno???”

“dada, eto boro dudh ami baper jonme dekhini…”

“Ta shudhu ki ha kore takiye thakbe, naki dudh chekhe dekhbe…” Jogesh da r dariye thakte parlo na… Hamle porlo dudh er upor… Ma er dudh duto chotkate chotkate chushe chushe shob dudh shesh korlo… Er por, arektao ber kore chushe kheye fello

“Aaha aste… Ami to r gabhi na.. Aste aste khao Jogesh…”

Jogesh da konoi kotha shunlo na… Apon mone arekta ston thekeo dudh shesh kore fello… Ebar ami bollam

“Ta Jogesh da, tomar khub janar iccha chilo na, amra condom diye ki kori… Ei dekho…” bole ekta condom pore ma er maxi ta tene khule fele, ma er pod e bara guje choda shuru korlam…. Ma ebar Jogesh da ke bollo

“Ta jogesh, tumi ki dariye dariye amake chudte dekhbe, naki amar gud er aash metabe???”

R Jogesh da ke pae ke… Omni condom pore bara guje dilo ma er gud e… Er por, ami r Jogesh da adha ghonta thapate thapate maal charlam…

“Aah… Amar jibon sharthok holo…” bole Jogesh da bollo… Ami r Ma heshe fellam… Ebhabei aro du tin bar chude tobei amra khanto dilam…..

  Shedin raat e… Raat barota…

Shobe ami ma ke choda shesh korechi... Ma tar baam pa ta amar pa er upor rekhe amake joriye shuye ache, r amar condom pora bara ma er gud e maal fele stranto hoye ghumiye ache…

“Ma, Noren da ghumiye poreche?”

“Ha re… Aaj or onek kaaj chilo to… Tai ek bar chudei ghumiye poreche…”

“Ma khub jol teshta peyeche…”

“Jol to nei baba… Ekhon r uthte icche korche na… Ne ek kaaj kor… Kichu dudh hoyeche…. Ta diyei tor gola bhija…” Ami ma er baddho cheler moto ma er ekta bishal dudh mukhe pure aste aste chushte laglam… Chushte chushte bachader moto kore bollam

“Oh acha… Ma, amar na ghum ashche na… Ekta golpo bolo na…”

“Acha, bolchi… Shobai to amar pod chudte pagol… Kintu ke prothom amar pod chudechilo janish???”

“Baba, nishchoi…”

“Na re… Tor baba-r shei shoubhaggo hoy ni…”

“Tobe ke ma???”

“Tahole shei golpoi toke aaj boli…” bole ma shuru korlo…

Biye er pore prothom bar ami tor babar shathe bari gechi. Tokhono tor dadu beche. Tor didima amar biyer agei goto hoyeche.

Toder gram er barita khub e shundor. Dotala purono bari. Barite shudhu tor Dadu thake. Tor dadu-r boyosh 60+. Take dekhar jonne ekjon mohila thake. Take shobai Mitali di dake. Tor baba-r dushomporker bon. Boyosh hobe 40 tokhon. R dui jon chakor ase. Tara shudhu din er belae kaaj karbar kore… Raat e tader bari chole jae. Shudhu tor oi Mitali pishi full time thake. Tor kaku tokhon Kolkatae thake.

Ta amra gechi Biyer cho mash por. Puro gram e amader dekhe khushi. Tor dadu-ra chilo jomidar. Tai, amra jetei abar ekta onushthan korlo. Jai hok, amader kotha chilo amra du shoptaho thakbo. Ta char din er mathae tor baba-r kache telegram elo. Office e khub joruri kaaj ache. Ta tor baba bollo

“Dekho Bina, prothom bar bari eshecho. Baba chan je amra tar shathe shomoy katai. Ekhon amar ekta bishal joruri kaaj ache. Tai, amake jetei hobe. Tumi please thakbe? Ami kaaj shesh korei abar fire ashbo.”

Amar r tokhon ki korar. Raji hoye gelam. Shedin raat ei tor baba chole gelo. Ta, amader jonne dui tolae ekta room ready chilo. R tor dadu nichei shuten. Ta, shei raat e amar eka eka ghum ashche na. Tokhon notun notun biye hoyeche. Tai, tor baba-r kach theke chodon ta khub miss korchi.

Tokhon baaj e raat ekta. Charidike shun shan. Amar ghum ashche na. Tar upor abar jol teshta peyeche. Ta, ami bichana theke uthe aste aste niche gelam. Giye jol khelam. Upor jokhon ashbo, tokhoni kaan e ekta awaj gelo.

Ami bhablam, hoyto kono jib jontu dour diyeche. Pore kheyal kore shunlam, sheta gunganir shobdo. Ami check korar jonne awaj tar kache gelam. Kheyal korlam, awaj ta tor dadu-r room theke ashche. Ami bhablam, hoyto tor dadu kono shomoshya hocche. Ta dorjar faak diye dekhar cheshta korlam. Ja dekhlam, ta dekhe ami stombhbito hoye gelam.

Dekhi, tor dadu shuye ache, r cowgirl position e oi Mitali didi tor dadu-r laurar upore chorche… Tor Mitali pishi-r dudh gulo amar cheye choto, kintu kharap na… Hobe 36C… Kalo mai gulo chodar tale tale lafache…. R tor dadu-r boyosh holei besh shoktishali manush… Ami dekhe r thakte parlam na…. Emnei halka horny chilam, tar upore oi scene dekha amar haat chole gelo amar roshalo gud e… Ami dorjar faak diye dekhte laglam, r petticoat uchiye gud e angul dite laglam…. Ora choda shesh korte kortei ami jol khoshiye fellam… Jol khoshanor por, ami r niche thaklam na… Taratari upore giye shuye porlam…. Shuye gobhir ghume toliye gelam…

Porer din shokale… Ami ekdom normally chola fera korte laglam… Shokale Mitali di-er shathe ekbar chokha chukhi holo… Mitali di shudhu hashlo… Amio kichu na bujhei hashlam… Dupur bela, ami dotala room e shuyechi… Tor dadu kaaj karbar korte geche… Just chokhta bujechi, tokhoni Mitali di room e dukhlo

“Ki go Bina, ghumachile naki?”

“Na go didi.”

“Khub koshto hoche na?”

“Ki koshto didi?

“Eito, Jibon chole gelo. Bujhi bujhi ami shob bujhi.” Ami halka bhabe hasher cheshta korlam. Tokhoni Mitali di haat e hari bhanglo

“Ta, khub moja pacchile na gotoraat e?” Ami kichu na bojhar bhaan kore bollam

“Kisher moja go didi?”

Mitali di ebar shoji amar sharer upor diyei amar gud khanay haat diye bollo

“Raat e amader dekhe gud e angul diye khub moja pacchile na go?” Ami tar haat shoriye daoyar cheshta kortei Mitali di thamiye bollo

“Aha… Tomar gud to dekhi gorom hoye ache… Darao, thanda kore dicchi….” Bole Mitali di taratari amar shari uthiye amar gud chata shuru korlo

“Aha, didi na….” bole ami bertho cheshta korlam. Kintu totokhone deri hoye geche… Tor pishima amar gud e du angul dhukiye chushe amake onno ek bhubone niye geche… Amio r na pere didi-r matha chepe dhorlam… Ohh…. Ki aram… Shedin prothom bar keo amar gud chete dichhilo…. She ki aram, ta bojhate parbo na…. Tao abar prothom bar…. Tai, beshikhon thakte parlam na… Didi-r mukhei jol khoshalam…. Mitali di heshe bollo “Aah… Tomar gud ta to bhari mishti…” Bole tar shari ta khule fello… tarpor amra dujoni ulogo hoye 69 position e dujon ke moja dite laglam…. Ami didi-r gud chushe dei… R didi amar ta… Didi amake shekhalo, ki bhabe properly gud chushte hoy… Ami shei dupure tin bar jol khoshalam…

Hotat dekhi, tor pishima, mane amar didi, amar pod e angul dilo. Ditei ami chechiye uthlam

“Oh, didi, o ki korcho…”

“Ki korchi mane?”

“Okhane keo haat dey naki??”

“Aha… Jibon ki tor pod mareni???”

“Na to… Pod abar mara jae naki???”

“Oh acha… Acha, tahole thak… Raat e tor jonne ekta surprise ache…” bole chole gelo…

Gram e to… Raat atta mane onek raat… Ta, shat tar dikei shob khali… Tor Mitali pishi eshe amake gocholkhanae niye gelo. Halka halka thanda tokhon. Ta, giye amar gud r pod bhalo kore porishkar kore dilo… Ami jigesh korlam, kisher jonne. Bollo, chup chap thakte… Oi gochol khanatei, amar gud e angul diye ekbar amar jol khoshalo… Tarpor amake tor dadu-r room e niye gelo… Ami kichui bujhlam… Edike, tor dadu-r shathe shokale chara r ekbaro dekha hoy ni… Ami tokhon just ekta normal shari pore achi… Didi, bollo

“Bina, shari ta khule felo…”

“Keno? Ekhane keno? Upore cholun didi... Shekhanei abar…”

“Na, ja bollam, koro…” Ami r kotha na bariye shob kichu khule fellam. Er por, didi amake kichu gohona poralo… Ami kichui bujhlam na…. Didi bollo

“Egulo tomar shashurir… Mane, Jibon er Ma er…”

Etodin ager kotha tobuo, amar sposhto mone ache….Amar gola theke amar mongol shutro shoho arekta haar poralo… Tarpor, amake shonar churi poralo… Pa ekta shonar rupa poralo… Tarpor, kupir alow, amay dressing table e boshiye shajate laglo…Puro ulongo obostae, amay shajate laglo didi… Amar dudh dhore bollo

“Ish, tomar gulo ki boro boro…” Bole ekta mae mukhe pure chushte laglo….

“Tomar tao to kom boro na didi…”

“Na, tomar tar moto boro na to… Size koto tomar tar?”

“38E”

“Ore baba… Bacha hoyni, tatei ei obosta… Bacha hole ki hobe ke jane…” bole haslo…

Amake shajabar por ami jokhon aynae takalam, amay puro ek rendi magi-r moto dekhate laglo… Amar thote garo laal lipstick, chokhe kajol, shithite shidur…. Shakhae shidur… Ekkebare bibahito rendi magi-r moto… Er por, didi amay niye bichanay shuyei dilo… Deoyar por, amake chokhe ekta potti bedhe bollo,

“Bina, chup chap tomar pod khana eliye shuye thako…” Ami tar kotha moto shuye porlam…. Didi-r dorja diye ber hobar shobdo shunlam… Du minute porei abar shobdo shunlam, keo ekjon dhukeche room e… Chokh potti diye badha, tai dekhte parlam na… Kintu porokhonei golar shor shune akash theke porlam

“Aah… Mitali, tumi bou make ki bhabe shajiyecho! Jeno kono debi-r dorshon korchi!!!” E r karo golar awaj na… Tor dadu-r!!!! Ami to tho

“Apnar jonnie shajiyechi…” bole mitali di amar potti ta khule fello… Chokh khule ja dekhlam, tate, ami ha hoye gelam… Tor dadu, mane amar shoshurmoshay puro nogno dariye ache… R tar pa er majhe dariye ache 9 inch er ekta bishal mota danda… Ami halka ektu bhoy pelam

“Ta, bouma, esho, amar bara ta chushe dao…”

Ami ektu itostoto korlam, kintu tar agei Mitali di tene amar mukhta tor dadu-r barar shamne niye ashlo… Ami r kichu na bhebe tor dadu-r bara mujhe pure chushte laglam… Ore bishal bara… Er age ami eto boro bara kokhono mukhe purini… Ami chushei jete thaklam…

“Aah….. Bou ma… Aste… Aah!!” R ami chushe jete thaklam….

“Bou to noy, jeno paka rendi bou ma peyechen!!!” heshe bollo Mitali….

Dosh minute er mathay tor dadu amake mukhe maal fello….Eto porimane, je amar mukh theke ber hoye gelo kichu… Mitali di eshe shei maal chete nilo amar mukh theke…. Tobuo tar bara ekhono darano…

“Ki korbo bouma… Tomar bishal bishal dudh gulo dekhe je amar bara r namchei na….” bole tor dadu amar dudh tipte thaklo….

“Ta ebar apnar bou-mar khudha nibaron korun…” didi bollo

“Acha…” bole tor dadu-r amar gud er agay bara fit korlo

“Thamun Thamun… Apnar rendi bou-ma to ekhono paka rendi hoy ni…”

“Mane???”

“Tar pod e ekhono keo bara dhukae ni….”

“Ki, Jibon ekhono tomar bishal tul tul pod khana chode ni???”

“Na baba…” ami bollam

“Tahole to dekhchi, amakei shob korte hoy… Mitali, teler shishi ta dao….” Tar por ma ke bollo

“Bouma, du haat diye tomar pachata faak koro dekhi…” Ami ulto hoye hatu gere boshe pacha ta du haat diye faak korlam…. Tor dadu tokhon bollo

“Aah… Pacha-r phuto noy… Jeno, golaper kuri…” bole amar pachay ekta chumo khelo… R amar shorir diye onno ek rokom shihoron boye gelo… Er por, tor dadu teler shishi te tar torjoni ta bhijiye amar pod e probesh koralo…

“Bouma, betha lagche?”

“Na baba…. Aah…” Tokhon ami khub e moja pacchi…Tor dadu amar pachay puro torjoni ta aste aste dhukiye diye ghorate laglo… R ami aram pete laglam… Edike, didi amar shamne eshe amar gud e arek angul dhukiye diye amay moja dite thaklo… Ami r beshikhon thakte parlam na… Jol khoshiye fellam….

Er por, amake doggy style e char haat paer upoure boshale tor pishi… Boshiye amar pod e tel makhalo…

Tor dadu, tokhoni dhukate jabe, tokhoni didi bollo

“Daran… Age bara ta chushe dei…” bole chushe dilo bara… Tar por aste aste amar pod e guide korlo… Eto mota laura, tao abar first time amar pachay…. Ami betha pete shuru korlam…. Bollam

“Aste baba aste… Ami r parchi na…” Mon hocchilo, pod chire bara dhuke jabe….

“Ohh…. Ki tight pod!!!” bollo tor dadu

“Bina, pod khana loose koro… Kichu hobe na… Prothom bar ektu batha lagei…” Mitali di bollo

Pran pone betha shojjho kore bara ta purota dhukate dilam… Purai 9 inch jokhon amar pod e, tokhon mone hocchilo, amar pod e keo ekjon ekta shap dhukiye diyeche…. Mone hocchilo, ekhoni chire jabe amar pod khana…. Tor dadu ebar aste aste thapate laglo… Aste aste, betha kom te laglo…

“Eito Bouma…. Bhalo… Pod khana loose koro, dekho moja lagbe… Aah… Ki tight pacha khana…. Jibon baba, tor jibon dhonno!!!” bole pod thapate laglo… Ami moja pete laglam…. Edike didi nich diye haat diye amar gud e duto angul dhukiye dilo… R ami tokhon chorom shukhe katrcchi…

“Aaaaah…. Baba, aro jore… Apnar bou-mar pod khana chude fatiye din….”

“Eito, rendi cheteche…. Dara rendi, tor pod fatano-r bebosta korchi!!!” bole Mitali didi tor dadu-r ke bollo

“Aro jore thapan!!! Thapiye apnar chele-r bou er tight pod khana fatiye din!!! Emon jore thapan, jate apnar chele r pod khana chude moja na pae…. Ekke bare khaal banniye din!!!”

Tor dadu r Ami tokhon arek jogote… Tor dadu pranpone thapache, r cheshta korche, maal atkanor… R ami du dik diye dui rokom moja peye jol khoshabar shesh prante…. Amra keo e r beshikhon thakte parlam na…

“Bouma, ami r parchi na…”

“Baba, charun apnar maal… Amar pod khana bhoriye din apnar maal diye!!!”

“Ei nao tobe!!!” Tor dadu amar komor theshe dhore tar bara ekdom pochat kore amar pod e tight kore purota bhore fello… R Ami feel korlam, tor dadu-r barar mukh jeno aro fule uthlo amar pod er bhetor…. R por muhurtei ami gorom maal feel korlam… Amar pod er bhetor bheshe gelo tor dadu-r maal diye…

“aaahhhhhhhhh…..” bole amio jol khoshalam tokhon….

She raat e tor dadu amake r Mitali di ke prae pachbar chudlo… Buro hole ki hobe, shei rokom stamina chilo tor dadur…

  Etokhon por, ami ma er story shunchilam... Tar por, ami bollam

"Ma... Tumi to rendi der shera rendi..." bole amio abar ma er pod khana chude maal fellam!!!!

  Kichudin porer ghotona...

  Baba fire esheche.... Tai, amra ager moto sherokom shukh niye ma ke chudte pari na.... Ta, ekdin baba amake ke bollo

"Acha, tritiyo tolata ta pray khalie pore thake.... Shudhu ekta room halka patla use hoy... Ta, ekta room kaoke bhara diye dilei to hoy.... Oi pasher room ta to bairer shirir pashe… Oitai bhara dey… Tahole barite ki hocche, ta bharatiya ter pabe na… "

"Ha thik bolecho... Ami aaj kei bebosta korchi..."

Ta jei kotha shei kaaj.... Ami shedin e to-let jhuliye dilam... Ek shoptaher moddhei baba-r pocchondo moto ekta chele uthlo.... Baba-r gram er friend er chele... Naam Mukul... Amari boyoshi.... Ta porashuna korche..... Pashapashi abar job o korche.... Ta, amar shathe khub ekta kotha hoy ni... Ta cheleta pray sharadin e kaaj e besto thake.... Plus, khub nomro bhodro..... Baba-r pochondo hoyeche.... Tai, cheletake bhara diye dilo...

Ta ma er shathe sherokom dekha hoy na tar....

Ta ek din… Amio khanikta busym baire gechi… Baba bashay…. Noren da geche bajare….

  Ma shobe snan kore, kapor shukate dite geche.... Gaye saya blouse kichui nei, bhije kapor ta, navir nich theke hatu porjonto kono mote gaye jorano pet ta puro khola. Bishal kalo mai duto bhije kapor-r opor theke thikre beriye asche, mai-r kalo bota gulo porjonto sposto dekha jachhe ar pacha te bhije kapor emon bhabe sete lege achhe je or ma-r poder chera ta bhison rokom sposto.Ma tar ager shobhab moto chad e uthe kapor melche… Bhule geche je barite tin tolaye arekta chele thake…. Hoyto, iccha korei… :P

Ta, ma chad e kapor shukacche… Edike, Mukul ber hoyeche, cigarette khabe bole… O kheyal koreni, je ma chad e… O apon mone chader arek konay giye cigarette tanche… Edike, ma o kapor mela shesh kore chad er railing er upor bhor diye taar bishal pachata bheja sharite leptiye baire takiye ache…. R jhuliye rekheche ta bishal bishal dud her tanki… Edike, hotat babao chad e esheche… Baba eshe ma er dike takiye excited hoye gelo… Giyei pechon giye du hath diye moner sukhe sharer upor diye mai niye khelche...ar ma barandar pachil ta dhore ache...tader kotha barta erokom..

Ma-uff tumi ki korcho bolo to...Noren ghore ache je.... (Ma mone mone heshe bole….)

Baba-ki korbo bolo to..tumi ja dukhana jhuliye rekhecho buke..dekhlei matha chore jae(bollei dudh du khana aro jore tipe dhorlo)

Ma-pore koro baranda e dariye korcho ..je keu dekhe felte pare

Baba-dekhle dekhbe ami nijer bou er dudh tipchi kar ki?

Ma-ha tarpor je dekhbe seu tipbe..bolbe amakeo dudh dao

Baba ei kothae heshe othe...

Ma o hashe....

Ma- Ta ekhon diner bela choda jabe na….

Baba-oi jonnoi to sudhu dudher sathe somoy pelei moja korbo..

Ma ebar babar dike fere..baba ma ke smooch kore ar arek hathe pod jora ar opor hathe dudh tipte thake...

Edike, Mukul ma r baba-r kotha shune chad er oi dike ashe… Eshe scene ta dekhe Mukul ha kore cheye thake… Edike, ma ke dekhe, tar laura ekdom khariye geche!!! She r norte parche na….

Edike, ma kheyal korlo, je Mukul tader shamne eshe dariyeche….Ma taratari baba ke thamiye daowar cheshta kore bollo

“Aha thamo na…” baba ma ke abar smooch korte korte thaklo…. R ma shoja mukul er dike muchki muchki hashte thaklo… Abaro kiss bhenge ma bollo

“Aha charo na….”

“Keno???” Ebar baba ma er dudh ekta tiptip te bollo

“Aha…. Cheleta dekhche…”

“Kon cheleta???”

“Amader notun bharatiya!!!” baba ebar pechon fire takiye dekhe Mukul darano… Baba shathe shathe lojja peye gelo…. Bollo

“Ohe Mukul, kemon acho??? Kotokhon dhore ekhane dariye acho???”

“Ji kaku, ei matroi ashlam… Ami oi side e cigarette khete ashchilam….”

“Oh acha… Ta kichu mone koro na…”

“Aha uncle…. Kichu mone korar ki ache??? Apni to kaki-r shathe moja korbeni….”

“Tomar kaku amake dekhte pele r thakte parena….” Ma bollo

“Aha, thakben ki kore, apni je shundor dekhte….” Heshe bollo Mukul…

“Acha, thako tahole… Amra gelam…” bole baba ma ke niye niche chole gelo…. R mukul tar room e dour marlo… Keno, ta nishchoi bujhechen….

  Shedin bikaal bela… Baba ki shob kaaj e geche… Ami R Noren da bashay…

Ma ekta patla maxir upor orna pore, chad e geche… Tobuo bishal pahar ta halka patla bojha jacche…

Ma chade esheche kapor nite… Kapor nite eshe dekhe, ma er ekta bishal laal blouse missing… Ma puro chad khuje dekhe, je nei… Bhablo, hoyto batashe ure kothae niche poreche… Ta, ebar niche nambar shomoy dekhlo Mukul chad e ashche… Mukul er haat e ma er blouse ta… Ma ke dekhei, Mukul bhoy peye gelo…

“Ki khobor Mukul… Tomar haat e amar blouse khana keno???”

“Na, mane, ami chad e chilam, tokhon peyechi…” Ebar ma mukul er haat theke blouse ta nilo…. Niye dekhe, shamner pashta bhija…

“Ta Mukul shamner pashta bhijlo ki kore?” Ma mone mone heshe ebar ektu raag raag bhab kore jigesh korlo.. Mukul kachumachu hoye bollo

“Na, kakima, jol e pore giyechilo…”

“Oh acha… Ta jol er to shada shada daag thake…” ebar ma heshe heshe chole gelo… Mukul lojjae mukh nijer ghore niye lukolo…

  Ta shedin raat e… Raat ekta… Current chole giyeche… Halka gorom o poreche…. Tai ghum ashche na… Tai Mukul thik korlo, chad e giye kichukhon hawa kheye ashbe… Ta she aste aste pa tipe tipe chad e gelo… Chad er kacha kachi astei kichu shobdo taar kaan er kache ashlo….

“Aaah… Aahh…Aah…” ekta mohiler khino golar awaj… Shune, Mukul bhari curious hoye gelo… Nishchoi, ashe pashe keo choda chudi korche… Chad er ashe pashei nishchoi… Ta, Mukul pa tipe tipe chad e gelo…

Purnima-r chad er alowe bhor pur puro chad… Akash er tararao jeno tader shomogro alo chad er upor feleche… Halka jhoro jhoro batash boiche…. Besh romantic abahawa… Shei chader alow Mukul ja dekhlo, tate tar chokher pata ektuo norlo na…. Boro boro chokh kore she chad er majhe takiye thaklo…

Chad er majhe, duto kalo murti-r jouno shongjom cholche… Kalo debi ti, tar bishal bishal boro dudh duto eliye diye, shuye ache tar pa faak kore… R krishno kalo debota, tar bishal thathano bara ta shei kaal o murti-r premer guhay probesh korche… Chad er alote bishal condom pora bara ta chok chok korche, r ekta machine er moto ta gud e probesh korche… R edike, debotati tar puro shorir er bhor debi-r upor diye debi-r golae chumu khacche… R debi porom bhalobashar shathe debotar komor ta tar sexy pa diye dhore rekheche…. Jeno, krishno kalo Debota kono bhabei, tar gud er shad na mitiye na jete pare…

Kintu shei guhae ja probesh koreche, she ki beriye ashte pare??? Debota shob bhule giye tar debi-r gud chudei choleche to choleche….

“Aah Noren… Aro bhetore… Aah…”

“Memshaheb… Aaah….” Bole Noren da abaro ma er kadh chumu khete laglo…

“Noren… Aro jore… Amar gud ta chude fatiye dao…” Bole ma akash er dike takiye takiye porom anonder shathe tar kajer loker kach theke chodon khete laglo..

“Magi, gud fatiye dile tor shami ki chudbe???”

“Aah…Tar kotha baad dao… Chude amar gud khana khaal baniye dao…”

“Aah… Memshaheb… Aahh…”

“Eito Noren… Ebhabe chude jao…”

“Aah Memshaheb… Apnar gud chude jei shanty ta r onno kothao nei…”

“Gud ta kaar ta dekhte hobe na… Tomar jei barite kaaj koro… Shei barir malik er bou er…”

“Aaah… Memshaheb…” Bole Noren tar chodar speed bariye dey

“Eito Noren… Chodo tomar memshaheb ke… Chude tomar memshaheb ke bhuski magi baniye dao…”

“Aah Memshaheb… Ami r parchi na…” bole Noren chodar speed extreme e…

“Dao, bhashiye dao tomar memshaheb er gud tomar feda diye!!! Aaahh!!!”

Noren da R Ma keoI r dhore rakhte parlo na… Noren da tar shomosto shokti diye ma ke ekta raam thap dilo… Ma o Noren da er komor tar pa diye chepe dhorlo… R Noren da Ma er gud e puro bara dhukiye maal charlo… Condom ta bhore gelo maal diye… R edike, ma o Noren da ke joriye dhore, Noren da er bara nijer guhae rekhe Jol khoshalo… Tarpor, prae du minute tara tader gham e bheja shorir niye ek jon arek jon ke dhore shuye thaklo…

Du minute pore, ma Noren da ke bollo

“Noren, ebar charo… Niche jete hobe…”

“Aah Memshaheb, arektu shui???”

“Na Noren… Tomar shaheb Jodi jege dekhe, je ami bichanay nei… Tobe, shondeho korte pare…”

Ebar Noren da tar bara ber kore ene, Ma er pashe shuye porlo… Ma ebar Noren da ke lipp kiss korlo.. Kore bollo

“Noren… Ami niche jacchi…”

“Thik ache memshabeb…” bole ma Noren er kaach theke biday niye, tar pashe pore thaka kalo maxi ta uthiye haat e niye, tar premik ke fele chad theke naam te nilo.. Namte jetei, tar chokh porlo Chad er dorjar shamne… Chad er alote sposhto dekhte pelo, je shada feda pore ache… Jeno, ei matroi keo ekhane khecheche….

“Hmm… Suhil to ekhane dariye maal felbe na… Suhil er baba to r dariye dariye khechbe na… Tobe r ekjoni hote pare….” Mone mone haslo ma… Heshe niche rouna dilo….

  Porer din shokale…

Ma R Ami ghore… Ami shedin free…. Baba r Noren mile bajar korte geche.… Ta, ami breakfast kore, Mukul er shathe dekha korte gelam... Er majhe Khali hi hello chara r kono kothai hoy ni.. Tai thik korlam, amio free, Mukul o free, ek jon notun bondhu baniye ashi…

Ta giye Mukul er room e knock korlam… Kortei, Mukul dorja khullo… Khule, halka bhoy bhoy chokhe amar dike takalo… Takiye ami kichu bolar agei bollo

“Dada, shedin er jonne sorry… Bhul hoye geche…. Khoma kore diyo… Dada, kaku ke bolo na please!!!”

“Aha… Room e dhuki…” bollam ami

“Sorry dada…” bole dorjar shamne theke shore daralo Mukul… Ami giye khat e boslam… Boshe bollam

“Ta, dada ki hoyeche bolo…”

“Dada, ami very sorry…. Gotokaal ker jonne… Kakima ke dekhe, ami pray pagol hoye gechilam…”

“Ta, ki ki korecho gotokaal???”

“Prothome, kakima-r blouse khana niyechi…”

“Niye ki korecho???” ami heshe jigesh korlam… Mukul er mukh laal hoye gelo…

“Dada… Bhul hoye geche….”

“Acha, tarpor???”

“Tarpor, raat e… Raat er ta amar dosh na… Current chilo na… Ta chad e gechi thanda hote… Giye dekhi…”

“Ki dekhecho???”

“Dekhechi, je kaku r kaki ma eye korche…”

“Oh acha…”

“Dada, I am really sorry… Ami kakimar shamne mukh dekhabo ki bhabe???”

“Aha…”

“Dada, amay khoma kore diyo…”

“Aha dada… Komo bepar na… Acha, asho niche asho…”

“Keno???”

“Aha ashoi na…” bole ami Mukul ke niye niche namlam… Niche neme dekhi, ma Subir ke dudh khawache.… Noren da bazaar e geche… Ma ke dekhei Mukul kachu machu hoye mukh namiye fello….

Ma er porone, ekta halka holud maxi... Niche r kicchu poreni… R Subir ma er kole boshe boshe ma er dudh niye khelche… baam pasher dudh khana purota jhulche… R Subir ta mukhe pure chushche… Puro bishal paka peper moto jhulche dudh ta….

“Ma, tumi ki khub busy??? Tomar shathe kichukhon kotha boltam…”

“Na… Subir dudh khete chailo….. Tai dudh khawachi…”

“Ma Mukul na tomay sorry bolbe…”

“Ha kakima… Ami sorry, gotokaal er jonne... Amar eto raat e chadeo jawa thik hoy ni… ”

Ma ebar heshe bollo

“Mukul, tumi kothae takiye acho??? [Mukul etokhon ma er dudh er upor chokh shete chilo!!!Takabei na keno???] Amar chokher dike takao… Ta ekhon bolo, ki korecho…”

Mukul Chup….

“Mukul, ki korecho, na bolle kintu ami tomake khoma korbo na…”

Mukul ebar nichu golae bollo

“Apnar blouse niye…”

“Blouse niye shetar upor khechechi…”

“Acha, tarpor???”

“Tarpor, raat e chupi chupi apnake r kaka ke raat e chad e dekhechi…”

“Ki korte dekhecho???”

“Yeha… Mane….”

“Ki???” Ma ebar dhomoker shor e bollo

“Choda chudi!!!” bolei fello Mukul…

“Acha… Thik ache… Tomake khoma korlam…”

Emon shomoy ami foron kete bollam

“Ta Mukul, dekhte chaile, aral theke dekhbe na… Shamna shamni dekhbe, bole koye dekhbe….”

“Mane???”

“Amar jokhon amar ma er dudh khete icche kore… Tokhon ami nijei ma er dudh khana khai….” Bole Ma er arek khana dudh maxi theke ber kore chosha shuru korlam... Mukul ha kore thakiye thaklo… Tarpor, r thakte na pere bollo “acha, amar ektu kaaj ache….” Bole beriye gelo…

Edike, shiri diye jei uth te jabe, tokhoni, baba r Noren dab ajar niye ghore dhukche… Mukul ke dekhei bollo

“baba, kemon acho???”

“ha, kaku bhalo… Anyway, sorry gotokaal raat er jonne… Oi je chad e…”

“Chad e ki???”

Noren to shunei bujhe fello, ki hoyeche… Shathe shathe bollo

“Shaheb, oi chad e boshe cigarette khae… Kichu na...” Tarpor, Mukul r mukh kholar agei bollo

“Shaheb, cholun…Memshaheb opekkha korche… Bazar er jonne….”

“Acha, tahole gelam… Pore kotha hobe Mukul…” bole baba ghore dhuklo… R Noren da haap chere baachlo… Mukul kichui na bujhe room e chole gelo…

Dupur bela… Baba bashay nei… Amio baire…Mukul or room e porche… Ashole, boita shamne khule rekhe, ma er kotha chinta korche…

Emon shomoy room e knock porlo… Mukul dorja khultei dekhlo, Noren room er baire dariye ache…

“Noren da… Kono kaaj???”

“Ha… Tomar shathe ektu kotha chilo…” bole room e dhuklo… Dhuke bollo

“Ta, tumi aaj ki bolte giye ki bolte gechile??!?! Jano aaj ke koto boro shorbonash hoye jeto???”

“Ki shorbonash??? Ki korechi ami???”

“Ta gotokaal raat e ki dekhecho, ta ki tomake bolar dorkar chilo???”

“Na, mane, ami chupi chupi tader choda dekhechi…”

“Shaheb to chilo na…”

“Kaku chilo na mane…”

“Goto raat e ami chad e chilam…”

“Ki?!?!!? Na ta hotei parena…” Obaak hoye bollo Mukul

“Ja bolchi tai shotti….”

“Amar biswas hocche na… Ami ek hajaar taka baji rekhe bolte pari je tumi koroni..”

“Shotti kothai bolchi… Ta, tumi ek hajaar taka baji rakhcho???”

“Ha, ek hajar taka baji rakhchi… Tobe, Nijer chokhe na dekhle, to ami biswas korbo na…” Mukul ektu boka sheje bollo

“Acha, tahole tomake dekhatei hoy… Kintu mone rekho, Shaheb ke kintu kichutei bola jabe na… Tahole kintu shorbonash hoye jabe…”

“Acha thik ache… Tumi khali ekbar prove koro… Ami kaku-r shamne r mukh dekhabo na…”

“tahole shondhar dike niche esho…” bole Noren da chole gelo…

Shondhar dike… Mukul niche neme eshe, Noren ke bollo,

“Ki go Noren da, tumi ki bajite here gele naki??? Koi dekhao???”

“Aha… Chele pele dekhi odhoirjo hoye geche… Ta, haajar takar ekta note shathe niye eshecho to???”

“Obboshoi!!!” bole Noren da ke Mukul note ta dekhalo…

“Tahole ebar asho amar shathe…”

Ma niche ranna ghore ranna korchilo… Ma er porone shudhu ekta patla amxi… Maxi-r niche kichui nei… Ma er 38 mangshol pod khana, amader bacha nebar por, aro ekhana size bereche… ekhon 39… Tai,purano maxi gulo, aro tight hoye maer pod khana ke abrito kore…

Aaj baba-r duto bondhu eshe raat e khabe… Tai, ma kichu ranna korchilo… Emon shomoy Noren da r Mukul ranna ghore dhuklo….

“Ki he Noren… Ki hoyeche???”

“Memshaheb, Mukul amar shathe ek hajaar takar baji dhoreche….”

“Kisher baaji???”

“O biswas korche, na je gotoraat e ami apnar shathe chilam…”

“Ha, kakima… Noren bolche je goto raat e apnar shathe O chilo chad e… Amar biswas hocche na…”

“Ta ekhon ki kora jay…”

Ebar Noren da ma ke pechon theke joriye dhore bollo

“Memshaheb, ek bhabei prove kora jay…”

“Aha charo Noren… Tomar shaheb er bondhura ashbe…”

“Kintu memshaheb, amake ke je baji te jittei hobe…”

“Aha charo Noren… EKhon na…” kintu bolar agei, Noren da haatu geere boshe Ma ermaxi khana uthiye Ma er pod khana chata shuru korlo…..ma er pacha e kamre dey….tar por Maxi-r nich diye vetor e matha dukiye dey..ar pod futo chat te thake...

  Ma- uff tumio na jata…

Ar odike Mukul pray pagol hobe hobe..

  Noren da maxi thke matha bar kore...tarpor uth e darai ma er pechon theke blouse suddhu dudh chipte thaki....tar por ma ke ghuriye dar korai...ar ek kamor bosai maxi-r upor diye dudh er bota r upor...Tarpor, Mukul ke bole

“Are modon… Tui dariye thakbi, naki doure giye condom niye ashbi??? Ja doure giye memshaheb er room theke condom niye aay duto!!!”

“Na, Mukul…. Aah na…” kintu Mukul totokhon duore ma er room theke ek packet condom niye esheche…

“Ei na Noren da…”

“Tahole ebar dekh, ki bhabe, ami tor kaki ma ke chudi!!!” bole, ma ke basin er upor upor kore, ma er maxi khana uthiye, ma ke doggy style e chudte shuru kore…

“Aah…. Noren… Ekhon Na….”

“Memshaheb….Apnakei chudei ami ek haajar taka pabo…”

“Aah… Noren tobe taratari koro… Aaah….”

“Dekh,t or kakimar ki bhabe pacha marchi ami!!!” bole ma er pod e aro jore jore thapano shuru korlo…

“Aah…. Noren… Tomar danda diye amar pod khana fatiye dao!!!”

Edike, Mukul er chul chirbar obosta…. She tar laura ber kore kheche… Noren da ta dekhe bollo

“Edike ay… Mem… Mukh ta khulun… Khule, apnar bhai-power bara khana chushe din!!!” Ma shathe shathe bollo

“Mukul amar shamne asho… Aah… Tumi ba baad jabe keno???” bole, ma ...am o ek jhotkaye puro 7 inchi barata joto ta pare mukher ontore probesh koriye chushte thake...ar Mukul ma er mathar pechon ta dhore thelte thake barar modhye...

  Sigroi ma er mukh maal e bhort hoye jae...kichu ta pet e geleo..beshitai mukher pash diye beriye ashe... R Noren o thakte pare na… Maal chere dey… Er por, tara dujon sranto hoye jama kapor pore fele.., Ma o maxi namiye ranna korte thake….

Noren bole

“Ta, ebar Mukul 1000 taka ta dao…” Mukul hashi mukhe sheta Noren ke dite jetei, Ma sheta niye nei…

“Ei, ek hajaar takata amari prappo… Tomarai to amar pacha khana merecho!!!” Shobai heshe othe!!!!

  Porer din shokale… Baba office e… Ami baire, r Noren da bazaar e geche… Ta bashay ma r subir ache shudhu…

Edike, Mukul bashay…. She ekhono khub e bhibhor ma ke chodar jonne, kintu chance na peye jete parche na… Ta snan korchilo… Just pa er dike shaban mekheche, emon shomoy, jol chole gelo…

“Aha… tanki khali hoye geche…” bole niche namlo… Neme dekhe, bashay keo nei… Ta, daklo

Karo shara shobdo na peye amader bashay dhuke ma er room e gelo… Giye shune je bathroom e shobdo hocche… Tai dukhe dekhe, Subir ke snan korache Ma… Ma er maxi ta adha bhije… Adha bhije Maxi ta ma erg a er shathe aat ke ache… R ma er bishal boro boro dabka pacha jugol gulo prokhassho hoyeche… Niche konoi panty nei…. Tai, pacha jugol jeno badhahin bhabe show te ache…

“Kakima….”

R ma fire takatei, dekhe Mukul dariye ache… Poron e shudhu ekta towel… Mukul ma er dike boka bokar moto heshe bollo

“Kakima, kol e jol nei…”

Mukul er chokh ma er bishal bishal dudh er tankir upor… Duto tanki jeno nijer mone jhulche paka peper moto… Bhija maxi te ma er dudh jora purai bojha jacche… R ma er kalo nipple gulo jeno thele thele chire beriye ashte chacche maxi theke…

“Ta, hoyto tanki khali hoye geche…” Ma uttor dilo…

“Ta, jol ashte kotokhon???”

“Eito, adha ghonta to lagbei…”

“Ta kakima, ekhon ki korbo??? Ga e je shaban makhiyechi…” Emon shomoy Subir bollo

“Dada, tumi amar shathe asho… Bathtube e snan koro… Ma tomake snan koriye debe…” Mukul ektu lojja pelo… But Subir abar bollo

“Dada, asho na… Please!!! Amra ek shathe moja korbo khub!!!” bollo Subir…

“Ha re… Tor ma er shathe je amio khub moja korbo!!!” mone mone bollo Mukul…

“Ta tumi jokhon eto korei bolcho…” bole Mukul o jol e neme porlo… Naamtei, towel ta bheshe uthlo… Ma heshe bollo

“Mukul dao, towel ta…” bole ma towel ta niye nilo… Ebar Mukul er bishal bara ta prokkasho holo… Mukul ta dhakar bertho cheshta korlo… Ma sheta dekhe haslo… Ebar Subir bollo

“Ma, tumi Mukul da keo shaban mekhe dao na amar moto…”

“Na lagbe na…”

“Aha, darao dicchi...” bole ma shaban haat e niye Mukul er ga e makhte thaklo… Makhte makhte aste aste niche naam te laglo… Ma bollo

“Mukul darao to dekhi ebar…”

“Na kakima…”

“Aha othona… Thik moto shaban lagiye dei…” Mukul ebar daralo… R tar shathe tar mota 7 inchi barata dariye gelo… Mukul halka lojja pelo… R Ma haslo… Emon shomoy Subir bollo

“Jano dada, Boro baba-r ta na tomar cheye boro…” Mukul ektu confused hoye gelo… Bollo

“Boro-baba ta ke???”

“O Noren er kotha bolche…” bollo Ma...

“Boro baba keno???”

“Ta oderkei jigesh koro…”

“Tahole, choto baba ke??? Kaku???”

“Na… Suhil…”

“Oh acha…” bole confused hoye Mukul daralo… R ma aste aste shaban makhte makhte, Barar kache chole ashlo… Mukul ebar bollo

“Thak kakima… R lagbe na…”

“Aha, otao r baki thakbe keno???” bole ma or barae shaban makhiye khechte shuru korlo… R Mukul dariye dariye chokh bondho kore aram nite thaklo… Emnei, sharadin horny, tar upor tar favorite sex bomb er kach theke handjob peye, tar upor tar dudh er bachar shamne…. Ei shob bhebe bhebe, aro uttejito hoye du minute er mathae Maal charlo Mukul… R ta straight giye laglo Ma er bheja maxi te abrito dudh e r golae… Ma heshe othe… R Mukul lojja peye bole…

“Sorry kakima… Control chilo na…”

“Aha… Kono bepar na… Ta amaro je ekhon snan korte hobe… Kintu kol e to jol nei…”

“Ma tumio asho na amader shathe???”

“Na…”

“Aha… Kakima, ashun na… Ami ebar apnake shaban lagiye dei…” bollo Mukul… Ma haslo… Heshe bollo

“acha, thik ache… Kintu keo kintu Suhil er baba ke bolte parbe na… Thik ache???”

“Thik ache…” dujon ek shathe bole uthlo… Ebar Ma je korlo, tate chotto Subir ero dariye gelo!!!

Ma tar bheja Maxi tar pechoner botam ta khule , kadher side diye ta thele diye taan diye ma er bishal bishal dudh jora prothome prokhash korlo… Tate, ekhono maal lege ache… R edike, Pa er kach theke maxi ta feltei ma er baal e bhora gud khana prokhash holo… R ma er govir nabhi dekhe, Mukul er shokto bara aro shokto hoye gelo!!!

Ebar ma eshe, Bathtub e namlo… Neme uthetei, ma er uru te Mukul er bara ghosha khelo… Ma heshe bollo

“Dushtu ta abaro dariye geche!!!” Mukul weakly hashlo… Tarpor, Ma bollo

“Dao ebar tomra shaban makhiye dao…” R Mukul Subir mile ma er ga er shaban dite laglo... Mukul prothome aste aste ma er golar kache ghoshte thaklo… Dudh e haat dite lojja pelo… Ma bollo

“Aha… Bhalo kore shaban lagiye dao Mukul…” R Mukul ebar ma er bishal bishal kalo dudh jorar upor shaban ghoste laglo… Ma er kalo kalo nipple e shaban lagatei, ta aro dariye gelo… Mukul aro aste aste Nipple gulo ghoshte laglo… R ma er dike hashte laglo…

Edike Subir o kom dushto noy… Tar nagaler bhetorei she dushtumi korte laglo… Oi tukun chele, tobuo tar dushtumi dekhe ma ha kore thaklo… Subir, shuru thekei, aste aste thigh gulote shaban lagiye ebar ma er du pa er majhe shaban lagiye tar choto choto angul diye ghoshte laglo… Choto angul gulo aste aste Ma er gud r pod er phuto bhed kore bhetore dhukche, r ma shiure uthche..

Ek dike, nijer choto chele-r gud r pod khela, r arek dike barir bharatiyar dudh khelay, ma hariye gelo onno ek jogote… Prae orgasm er kacha kachi… Emon shomoy Mukul bollo

“Kakima, shaban lagano shesh…” Ma tokhon chorom horny… Tar dik bedik shunno… Bollo

“Amar to tomra duto jaegae thik moto porishkar koro ni…”

“Kothae Kakima…”

“Darao… Eshob jaegae lage special treatment…” bole ma Mukul er bara ta dhorlo…. Tarpor, Ma er ek pa jol theke ber kore, Bathtube er side er upor rekhe, wall e thesh diye dariye Bara ta ma er gud e guje dilo… Edike, Mukul jeno, tar hariye jaoya shorgo khuje pelo… Shathe shathe ma er gud thapate shuru korlo… Edike Subir heshe bollo

“Ma, tumi ebar Mukul dada-r shatheo bacha bacha khela shuru korecho???”

“Ha baba…”

“Khelo Ma… Darao, ami tor pacha ta porishkar kore dicchi….” Bole ebar Subir ma er pachar futote shaban makhiye tar chotto haat dhukiye dilo…

Ek dike gud e Mukul er bara… Arek dike Choto chele anal fisting e ma r thakte parlo na…. Ek dom chorom shikhore pouche gelo… Emon shomoy Mukul bollo

“Kakima… Ami r parchi na… Charchi apnar gud e…” Ei shune ma r thakte parlo na… Shathe shathe jol khoshalo… Khoshiyei ma er mone porlo tar konoi protection nei… Shathe shathe lafiye uthe gud theke bara ber kore nilo… R Mukul ma er ga er upor maal charlo… Mukul ektu hoto bhombo…. Ma er hotat reaction er karone… Tai bollo

“Kakima, apnake betha diyechi na to....”

Ma ebar aste aste haap chere bollo

“Na Mukul… Tumi betha dao ni…”

“Tahole, hotat emon laaf dilen???”

“Ami je pill e nei… Pill kaoya amar jonne nishedh…. R char din porei amar mashik… Ekhon maal felle je shorbonaash hoye jabe….”

“Oh acha… Ami bhablam…” Ebar ma kache eshe Mukul ke lip kiss kore bollo

“Tumi aaj amay khub moja diyecho…” Emon shomoy kol e jol chole elo… Ma ebar Mukul ke tene niye Shower e niye ashlo… Eshe bollo

“Sorry… Darao, ebar tomay bhalo kore moja korte dicchi…” bole ma hatu gere boshe Mukul er bara chosha shuru korlo… Mukul er potano bara shonge shongei abar shokto hoye gelo…

“Aah…. Kakima…” bole ma er matha chepe dhorlo… R ma ke deep throat korlo…Ma ebar Mukul er bara mukh theke ber kore, lollipop er moto chushte chushte bollo

“Ta, kemon lagche??? Kaki ma ke diye tomar lollipop ta choshate???”

“Aah… Kakima… Chorom…”

“Tomar lollipop ta dekhi khub mishti….”

“Aah… Apnar jonnei mishti kakima…”

“Ta, kon flavor er lollipop eta jano???” tease kore bollo ma…

“Na kakima…”

“Eta strawberry flavor er... R upore tomar stray berry flavor shimnomunno te chata shuru korlo… Mukul chokhd bondho kore fello…. Ma abaro tease kore bollo

“Ta, tomar malai ta ki mishti???”

“Jani na kakima…”

“Er ager baar to thik moto taste korte parini… Ebar bhalo kore taste korbo… Khawabe na amake tomar malai???”

“Ha kakima khawabo???”

“Tomar kaka-r bouke khawabe na tomar malai Mukul???”

“Ha…”

“Tahole dao…Amar khub khida peyeche!!!”

“Aaah… Ei nin kakima…. Pet bhore khan!!!” bole Mukul ma er matha ta chepe dhorlo… R Feda diye bhore gelo ma er mukh… Ma er golae hit korlo maal…. R ma mukhe niye ta bollo

“Mmmm… Khub shad to tomar malae… Ei dekho, ami gile khachi…” bole ma gile fello....

  Shedin raat e…

Amra khete boshchi… Mane, Ami, Ma R Baba… Emon shomoy, baba bollo

“Ta, tomader ekta kotha bolar dorkar???”

“Ki??” bollo ma…

“Amake 3 din er jonne ektu Kolkatar baire jete hobe…” Ami to khushi hoye gelam... Baba-r kolkatar baire jaoya mane, raat ami ma ke eka bhog korbo… Bhablam, ma o ektu khushi hobe… Kintu dekhi, ma ektu gomra mukh korlo… bollo

“Ebaro tahole, amader anniversary ta miss hobe???” Baba-r ebar mone porlo… Bollo

“Na na… Bina, tomay ami kotha dicchi… Ami anniversary-r din mane 4 din por, ami jebhabei hok, raat e bashay hajir hobo…”

“Shotti to???”

“Ha shotti!!!” Bollo baba… Ma ebar hashlo…

Shedin raat e… Just baba ma ke choda shesh koreche… Choda sheshe korei baba gobhir ghume e… Edike Ma er ghum ashche na… Tai bhablo, ektu chad e giye batash khabe… Chad e jetei, dekhlo, Mukul dariye ache… Cigarette khache… Ma ke dekhei, cigarette ta lukiye fello…. Ma heshe bollo

“Aha… Kono bepar na Mukul… Cigarette ta tante kono shomoshya nei… Shudhu amake thik moto shukh dilei hobe…” bole ma haslo... Mukul o haslo… Tarpor bollo

“Kakima, kaal to r apnake shukh dite parbo na…”

“Keno???”

“Kaal ami picnic e jachi…”

“Oh acha…” Hotat Mukul bollo

“Ta, kakima, apnio cholun amader shathe…. Amra batch er friend ra mile, picnic ta ayojon korechi… Apni chaile aste paren…” Ma shune ki jeno bhablo… Tarpor bollo

“Ha, jawa jae… Ta kothae???”

“Eito, kachei… Gadiara te….. 2-3 ghonta lagbe…”

“Thik ache… Tobe, kal k shoakle…”

“Thik ache kakima…” bole Mukul niche chole gelo…

Porer din shokale… Baba bhorei ber hoye geche Pune-er uddeshe... Ta, ami room e dhoklam… Dekhi, ma dressing table e boshe chul achracche… Ta, ekta kalo silk er shari poreche…. Patla shari… Tar niche shada pitkhola blouse… Blouse khana theke jeno Ma er bishal bishal dudh duto chire beriye jete chacche… Navir du inchi niche kalo petticoat… Navi sposhto beriye ache… Ma er roshalo thoth e garo laal lipstick… R golae mongol shutro… Ta, ami ma ke giye pechon theke joriye dhorlam… Ma er bishal bishal dudh gulo halka tipe dhorlam… Dhortei ma bollo

“Ei re ki korchish???”

“Na mane, shokale uthe dekhi, amar pyari ma rendi-r moto shajche… Ta, ektu chudbo na???”

“Aharee… Char… Amake shajte de… Deri hoye jacche…”

“Kisher deri hoye jacche ma???”

“Ami ek jaegae jabo….”

“Kothae???”

“Gadiara te… Picnic e... Mukul der picnic…”

“Ta, ebar ki Mukul der friend er chodon khete jaccho???”

“Ki jata bolchish…” heshe bollo ma… Ami edike, tar bag theke condom ekta ber kore bollam

“Ma, tomar pobitro gud er bhetor jedin laura ghuchiyechi, shedin thekei tomake bhalo kore chinechi…”

“Koi, tor baba to amay etodin chude ashlo… Tor baba to bujhlo na, tar bou er pete kaajer lok baccha diyeche!!!” bole ma heshe othe… Amio uthe chole jae…

Shaja sheshe ma niche name… Neme dekhe, Mukul ready hoye dariye ache… Mukul to ma ke dekhei bollo

“Kakima, apnake, khub shundor lagche…”

“Kemon shundor???”

“Khub shundor… Mone hocche, ekhoni apnake ekhane fele chudi…”

“Tumi dekhchi, puroi Suhil er moto…”

“Suhil er moto mane???”

“Jekhane pare, shekhanei amay chode…”

“KI??? Suhil o apnake chode???”

“Ha… Tumi jano na???”

“Na… Ami bhebechilam…”

“Acha, jai hok, ekhon cholo deri hoye jacche…” bole Ma Mukul ke niye beriye gelo… Baire giye dekhe, oder jonne Mini-bus dariye ache… Mukul r Ma er por, mini-bus ta te uthlo… R mini-bus Gadiara r uddeshe rouna dilo…

Minibus e Mukul shoho or aro dosh jon bondhu… Bondhu-r e baba-r mini-bus chilo, tai, shei bondhui chaliye niye jacche… Ta, ma shobar shamner seat e boshlo Mukul er shathe… Bus e uthtei, chele pele shob gulor chokh ma er upor porlo….Shobai lovi chokhe ma er dike takiye roilo… Edike, Mukul shobar shathe porichoy koriye dite laglo…

“Shon, ini hocchen, amar kakima… R kakima… Era hocche amar bondhu…. O hocche, Tapash, Tonoy, Mahim, Nayon, Deep, Druba, Rohan, Saroj r driving korche Gagan…”

“Kemon acho tomra???”

“Bhalo…” shobai ek shathe bollo… SHobar mukhe hashi…

Ma kheyal korlo, shob guloi eke bare jowan… Boyosh 22-24… Khub e muscular… Koyekjon ke dekhe mone holo gym eo jae… Ma khub excited… Onek din por, berate jacche… Ei jonneo excited karon onek din por, notun kichu barar chodon khaoyar jonne…

Ta, kichukhon er moddhei, ma oder shathe friendly hoye gelo… Ta, ma Tapash r Tonoy er shathe golpo korte laglo…

“Kakima, apnader bashay ke ke thake???”

“Eito, ami , amar dui chele r amar kaajer lok…”

“Oh acha… Kaku???”

“Kaku beshir bhag shomoyei Kolkata-r baire thake… tai take dhora r na dhora shoman…”

“Aah… Kaku apnake rekhe, ki bhabe je Kolkata-r baire thake...” heshe bollo Tonoy… Ebar Tapash bollo

“Ta, kakima, apnar dui chele koto boro???”

“Ek jon ebar college pash korlo… R arekjon 3 bochor…”

“Ki??? Matro tin bochor??? Etodin por hotat kaku ki mone kore???”

“Ta, tomar kaku r ki mone korbe… Kaku to r kichu kore ni…”

“Mane???”

“Ta, she ek bishal kahini… Pore bolbo khon…” bole ma hashlo…

Edike, rasta ghat faka… Tai, ghonta derek er majhei pouche gelo tara Gadiarate… Ta pouchte pouchte 12 ta beje gelo… Edike, akash e megh jomeche… Mone hocche bristi ashbe… Tai, gorom ta nei…Ta ora giyei Fort Mornington ta ghure dekhte laglo… Obbosho, ghorata erokom… Ma ghure ghure Fort ta dekhte thaklo… R chele pele ra ma er curves gulo dekhte thaklo… R faak pelei konoi diye, pod e hath bolano...komor er chorbi chipe deyoa...ba pashe dariye icha kore kunoi diye dudh chipe deyoa..jeno icha kore, kore ni... Ma o kichu boleni… Heshe uriye diyeche…

Er por ora ekta picnic spot e gelo… Ager thekei kotha bola chilo… Tai shekhane khabar ready… Giyei kheye nilo… Ta, khaoyar shomoy sherokom kichu ghotlo na… Ta, khaoyar por, thik korlo, tara ebar area ta ghure dekhbe…

Ta, kichukhon ghurlo… Rupnarayan nodi-r pash dhore ora haat te laglo… Khub e shundor jaega... Ta, ek shomoy Drubo bollo

“Ai chol, nodite snan kori…”

“Ha chol…” shobai bollo… Ta shobai jama khule naamche… Ta, namar age, Tonoy bollo

“Kakima, ashun, apnio amader shathe namun…”

“Na… Jao tomra namo… Amar shathe r kono jama kapor nei…”

“Aha ashun na…” bole ma er haat dhore jor kore namiye niye ashlo… Ma o badha dite giyeo dite parlo na… R onno chele pele ra Ma ke namiye snan kora shuru korlo… ma ke jol e namiye ora icche moto ma er ga jol chitalo… Ek jon to Ma er shari dhore taan diye khule fello… R onno ra, ma er blouse dhore tante laglo… Ma bollo

“Ei charo… Aha… Blouse khana chire jabe…” kintu ke shune kaar kotha… Blouse tenei chire fello… R edike, arekjon ma er petticoat er fita dhore taan diye petticoat tao fele dilo… Ma petticoat ta dhore rakhate parlo na… Ora tene ta nodite bhashiye dilo… Er por, ora ma er nogno dudh r pod e dhore khela shuru korlo…

“Aha charo…”

“Mukul amader shob e boleche Kakima… Aaj apnake amra charchi na…”

“Na… Tomader kaku ki bolbe???? Jokhon ami bashya firbo???”

“Kaku je shohorer baire shei khobor o amra jani…”

“Acha, asho dangay cholo…” bole ma ke niye ora dangay gelo… Giye pasher ekta gach tolay niye gelo… Tarpor, ma bollo

“Amar bag e condom ache… Niye asho….” Edike, Tonoy r Drubo ma er dudh chosha shuru korlo… R onno dujon ma er gud r pod chosha shuru korlo… Tonoy r Drubo-r mukhe olpo kichu dudh ashlo… Er por, Tonoy bollo

“Kakima, r dudh ashche na je???”

“Baba, ekhon dudh khub kom e hoy…” Edike, Mukul condon niye esheche… Er por, condom pore, Tapash r Drubo Ma er gud r Pod e bara probesh koralo… R onnoder karo bara chushe, karo bara haat e niye kheche, karo bara dudh er majhe ghoshe ma oder moja dite laglo… Ebhabe, condom e maal fele jokhon Tapash R Drubo bara ber korlo, tokhon Mukul r Gagan tader jaega nilo… Ebhabe, 10 jon prae tirish bar er upor ma ke chudlo… Ma er ana 4 dozen condom shesh kore tobei ora khanto dilo…. Edike, shurjasto hoye geche… Aste aste ondhokar hoya shuru koreche… R shobai choda sheshe akash er dike takiye golpo korche…

“Ish kakima… Apnar je dudh jora, je keo pelei chudbe...” Tonoy heshe bollo

“Ta, jeo keoi to chode….” Heshe bollo Ma….

“Ta apnar chele r Kaajer lok kicchu ter paena je apni Mukul ke chudechen je…”

“Orao to chode amay…”

“Ki bolen??? Kaku jane na???”

“Tomader Kaku khali tar boro chele ke permission diyeche amake chodar jonne… Faak diye kaajer lok o chode amay…”

“Ki….. Apnar barir kaaj er lok o chode apnake???”

“Ha…” Emon shomoy Tapash bollo

“Ta, kakima, apni bolchilen, je apnar apnar choto chele ke niye kahini ache…”

“Ha…”

“Please kakima, kahini ta bolun na…”

“Acha, bolchi….

Ta ekdin… Pray 3 te baje.... July mash er majha majhi akash meghla brishti hobe..... Barite ami, Noren r Suhil… Tomader kaku kolkata-r baire….

Ami r Noren chad e gelam karon akash er ja oboshta khub sigroi jhor ashbe.....tai jama kapor gulo tulte hobe....noren k niye upor e giye jamakapor tulte laglam ....ebong kichukhon er modhdhei tumul bristi ar jhor namlo .....jamakapor gulo niye dujon neme elo niche....

Noren bollo memsab cholun na ektu brishti te bhiji...

Ami bollam na na ei brishti te bhijlei abar thanda lege jabe...

Noren bollo are kichu hobe na cholun na....

Tarpor pray jor korei amake ke noren brishti r modhdhe niye jae.........

  Chad e jetei, bristir jol e amar shara shorir bhije gelo… Amarhalka holud saree brihot porbot soman dudher sathe ekakito holo....navi bhaja sarrer upor diye drishyoman holo....ar choto blouse amar bota ke unmukhto korar cheshta chaliye jete thake......

  Noren ei oboshtay amake ke dekhe nije thik thakte parlo na...ekjhotka e amar er achol dhore tante laglo ar amar er deher sathe saree r bived ghotlo....

Ta ami bollam tai bolo noren keno hotat chade ele....ta chudbar jonnyo ghor to chilo...

Noren bollo memsab apnake ekhon jemon lagche age kokhono lageni...ami ei brishtir modhdhye chudbo....

Ta shokale theke Suhil amay chodeni… Tai bollam ta babu keo dako o aj sokal theke chode ni...

Tokhon Noren giye Suhil ke deke anlo…

Suhil eshe bollo ma ki lagche tomay...ufff ami emon konodin dekhini...noren da...ki bolo

Noren ebar giye giye soja amar duto dudher upor hamla chala lo....amake niye goriye porlo chader modheye....

  Kamre kamre bidhosto koorte laglo dudh jar duto...

Er majhe, Suhil jama kapor khule amar pa duto faak kore, amar gud chata shuru korlo..

Ami tokhon chorom sukher guha e probesh korechi...noren er dudh khela ar Suhil er gud khelay tokhon ami shorge…

  Noren ebar amar dudh kamra nor majhei pant khule tar kothin inch danda ta bar kore...tarpor ulto hoye siye...amar mukhe bara ta probesh koriye bend hoye duher sukh nite thake......

  Ar ami nijer mukhe noren er purushonge r sokol maal chushe nebar cheshta korte thake....

  Edike, amar chele ebar amar gud e bara dhukiye thapate laglo….

  Hotat thapano bondho kore Suhil bollo ma tomar dudh khabo...

Ami bollo e to roj khash...

na ma sottikar er dudh khabo.. Suhil bollo.

Ami bollam otato bacha hole tokhon to dudh hoy ekhon to hobe na....

Suhil tokhon bollo Ma ta hole ekta bacha jonmo dao...

Ami bollam ei boyoshe abar bacha…. R tor baba ki bhabbe??? Tar nijer chele tar ma er pete bacha diyeche…

Suhil ebar bollo plzz ma baba ke ami bolbo keno bacha dite bolechi....ar tomar pet e amar bacha bapok hobe..ar tomar ja mai er size je poriman dudh hobe ta te puro para khete pabe....

Ami tokhon okul pathare porlam… Ek dike, amar shami…. R arek dike amar shami, r amar chele… amar pet e ekta bacha debe… Ami abar ma hobo… Tao, abar ekta haramzada jonmo debo… EI bhebe, ami abaro horny hoye gelam…. Bollam

“De…. Tor iccha moto ebar tor ma er urbor gud e maal fele amar pete bacha de!!!”

R Suhil mile je ki thapano thapiyeche… Er por, amar gud e maal felar por, Suhil ber kortei, Noren amat gud e bara fit korlo…

Ami bollam Noren ki korcho???

Suhil bollo Shudhu nijer chele keno??? Tomar barir kaaj er lok o debe… Amra dujon ek shathe debo…

Ami bollam, chi… Tor baba ki bhabbe??? Ami abar poyati hoyechi , tao amar nijer peter chele r kaajer lok er kach theke??? Tui ki chas je ami bari bhatari magir moto barir kaajer lok er bachao pete dhori??

Ha Ma chai…

Ebara mi Noren er dike takiye bollam

Noren… Dao, tomar memshaheb er pete ekta bacha dao!!!

  R Noren thakte parlo na… She jorse thapate thapate amar gud e maal fello… Ebhabe, shara raat ora amay amar Shamir bichanay fele chudlo… Ei ashay, je ami oder haramzadar ma hoi…

Etokhone, Shob gulo chele-r dariye geche…. Tonoy bollo

“Ta, kaku kichu boleni ???”

“Tomader kaku aro khushi hoyeche, jeamar pete abar bacha ashata… Ei jonne, je she abar amar dudh khete parbe…”

“Ta kakima, apnake je abar chudte iccha korche…”

“Kintu condom to r nei…”

“Kakima, condom charai chudbo…”

“Kintu ami to ekhon fertile… R ami ekhon r oshudh khete pari na…”

“Kakima, amra kichui bujhi na… Amra apnake chudboi…”

“Na… Ekhon chudle je ami abar poyati hoye jabo…”

“Poyati hobe hoben…”

“Na…” bole ma jei uthte laglo, shei Drubo r Rohan mile ma ke chepe dhorlo… R Tonoy ebar ma ke jor kore thapate laglo…

“please Tonoy… Koro na…”

“Na kakima…. Apni je boro magi… Etai, apnar prappo….”

“Please charo… Dekho, ami abar poyati hoye jabo!!”

“Er ager bar dujon er kach theke hoyechen… Ebar dosh jon er kach theke hoben…”

“Kintu tomar kaku ki bhabbe…”

“Kaku aro amader thanks debe… Je tar bou er dudh e abar dudh ashche!!!” bole haslo Tonoy…

Ma ke ora jor kore dhore rekhe chudhche…. Ma ber hobar cheshta korche, kintu parche na… Edike, Tonoy maal felar kacha kachi… BOllo

“Kakima…. Ami r Parchi na…”

“Please Tonoy, amar gud e felo na…. Mukul thamao tomar bodhu ke….”

Mukul ebar heshe bollo

“Tonoy… Please amar kakimar gud er bhetore tor shob maal dhal!!!”

Tonoy r thakte parlo na… Chepe dhore ma er gud er ontoraale maal charlo…

“E ki korle Tonoy!!!” ma kede uthlo…

“Eto shobe shuru kakima!!!” bole ebar Mukul or jaega nilo… Ebhabe, eke eke shob gulo chele ma ke bang kore ma er gud e maal charlo!!!

  Raat barota… Ami TV dekhchi r Noren da Subir ke ghum parabar cheshta korche… Emon shomoy bell bajlo… Ami giye dorja khultei dekhi,

dorjar shamne, ma dariye ache… Ga e ekta tukro shutou nei… Bishal bishal dudh joray e nokh,dat,er cinho...mukh dudh maal e poripurno...gud diye maer rosh khoshe geche..Ma er uru beye beye maal chuiye chuiye porche… Ami to dekhe obaak… Ma bollo

“Dekh, ora ki koreche!!!”

“Ki koreche???”

“Ora amay bang koreche…”

“Na dada, thik bang korini… Kakima-r permission niyei chudechi ami…” Mukul amake bojhate cheshta kore…

“Na… Ora amay jor kore sheshe chudeche…”

“Chudeche to ki hoyeche ma???”

Ma ebar haat diye tar bhodar bhetor angul dhukiye maal ber korte korte bollo

“Dekh, ekhon amar fertile period… Tar upor ami ekhon r kono oshudh khachi na… Tai, ekhon ora condom chara chudle, bacha hoye jabar shombhabona thake… ” Ma akuti janiye bollo

“Suhil… Amader ki dosh bolo… Ek dike condom shesh hoye giyeche, r er por, kakima, amader bollo tomra ki bhabe kakimar pete bacha diyecho… Tate, amra etoi horny hoye gelam je, r thakte parlam na… Kono shomoshya nei Suhil… Ekhono hoyto kichui hoyni… Maal ber kore fele oshudh kheye fellei r kichu hobe na…”

Noren dao chole esheche, amader kotha barta shune… Subir ero ghum bhenge giyeche…

Subir ma ke dekhei bollo

“Ma tomar dudh khabo…”

“Baba, dudh to shesh hoye geche…”

“Na ma tomar dudh khabo…”

“Ekhon na baba, ami ekhon bathroom e jabo…”

“Bathroom e keno jabe ma???”

“Tomar Mukul dadamoni amar shathe kheleche… R khelar por, ekhon jodi bathroom e na jai, tobe amar pete abar bacha chole ashbe…”

“Ta ma ashte dao na… Amar abar choto ekta bhai hobe…”

“Aha baba… Eta thik na…”

“Na Ma… Subir thik e bolche… Tomar pete abaro bacha ashbe… R doctor boleche, tumi pregnant holei abar dudh asha shuru korbe….”

“Kintu… Tor baba….”

“Aha… Baba aro khushi hobe… Je tomar dudh khete parche abar…

“Kintu… Bachar baba…”

“Memshaheb… Er ager bar, nijer chele r barir chakor er bacha dhorechen… Ebar Mukul o tar bondhu der shobar bacha pete dhorben… Elakae emnei, Subir R Suhil ke Chudir Chele dake… Ekhon tara Rani Magir Putro bole tader shombodhon korbe…”

“Kintu…”

“Please memshaheb… Shudhu tai na… Apnar dudh ami r Jogesh dudhwala mile bechbo… R amader dairy naam hobe Mother Dairy… Company-r Malik Jogesh, r company-r ek matro gabhi apni…”

“Ha Ma… Tomar pete abar bacha hobe… Kintu bachar baba ke, tumi ebar kichutei jante parbe na…”

“Na Suhil… Please… Du din por amader anniversary…”

“Memshaheb… Eito shujog… Apnader anniversary-r agei, amra apnar pet baniye debo… R anniversary-r din, Shaheb pet bhore dudh khabe!!!”

Ma chup kore thaklo… Noren da ebar bollo

“Please memshaheb… Amra abaro apnar pete bacha debo… R shei dudh puro parar chele pele ra khabe… Apni ki chan, apnar jonne, shara para dudh na kheye thakuk???”

“Ma dekho, Subir r Noren da tomake ki bhabe request korche…”

Ma kichu bollo na… Baba ke shoja phone korlo… Loudspeaker e kotha bolte laglo…

“Hello…”

“Ha Bina… Kemon acho???”

“Bhalo…”

“Ta hotat phone dile je…”

“Tumi porshudin bashay ashcho to???”

“Ha… Obboshoi…”

“Tahole tomar jonno ekta bishesh surprise ache!!!” bole amader dike hashlo…

Amrao hashlam… Er por, ma er maal bhora gud ami prothome, thapate shuru korlam… Loudspeaker on… Ami jore jore thapacchi… R ma chitkar kore utche… Shukher chitkar!!!

“Aaaah…. Eito… Aro jore….”

“Ki hoyechego Bina…”

“Na… Tomar chele amay chudche…”

“Aaah… Bina… Tomader chodar shobdo shune, amar je abar dariye geche… Darao ektu kheche nei…”

“Tumi to shudhu khechtei parba… R onnorai amar pete…”

“Ki Bolcho Bina?!?!”

“Na… Asho… Tomar jonne surprise ache!!!”

“Aah Bina… Ami r Parchi na… Bolo na, ki Surprise??!?”

“Asho… Eshei dekhbe!!! Aah Suhil… Aro jore… Aro bhetore!!!”

“Ha… Suhil… Tor ma ke aro jore jore chod…”

“Ha baba… Chude ekkebare…..Aaaaah!!!” bole maal charlam ma er gud er ontorale… Ami bara ber kortei, Ma ebar Noren ke ekta lipkiss korlo… Tarpor kane kane bollo

“Noren… Ekhane na… Tumi amay amar shamir room ei chudbe…” Noren da to shune khub khushi… Edike, Mukul er dike Ma takiye bollo

“Dustu… Tumi dariye thakbe keno??? Kakimar pet badhate r icche korche na???”

Ei bole Mukul r Noren er bara dhore tader do talay ma baba-r maritial bed e niye gelo… Edike, baba jigesh korlo

“Kire, tor ma kothay gelo…”

“Eito… Norenda r Mukul ke niye tomader room e…”

“Keno???”

“Eito… Ma ke help korar jonne…”

“Kisher help???”

“Aha Baba… Pore kotha bolbo…”

“Acha…” confused bhabe bollo.. Ami phone rekhe dilam…

Er por, upore gelam… Ei ashay, abaro chude ma er gud khana bhore debo, amar barar shokol maal diye… Room e dhuktei, amar chokhu chanabara… Ja dekhlam, tate amar bara abar khariye gelo…

Amar ma ke ora dujon sandwich korche… Noren da niche shuyeche… R Mukul ma upor… Ma upor hoye Noren da er upor shuye ache… Ma er bishal bishal dudh jora Noren daer mukher upor theshe dhore ache… R ma chitkar kore uthche…

“Aah… Khaal baniye dilo re… Khaal!!!”

R onnodike, Mukul o aste aste thapache… Thapache te thapache… Jeno, aaji chude khaal banate hobe…

Kintu eki… Noren da er angul ma er pod er futor bhetor!!! Tahole bara arekta koi… Na…. E ki kore shombhob… Ami taratari kache jetei ma bollo

“Dekh, ora amar bhodatake ki korche!!!”

“Ki korbo bolo Suhil… Ekdine eto chodon khele ki r gud tight thake… Tai…”

“Suhil…. Tor baba ashle ki bolbo??? Je barir chakor r bharatiye mile amar gud khana fatiye diyeche!!!”

“Ha Ma… Tomar moto rendi der eitai prappo!!! Thapa… Thapiye ma er gud khana chi ching faak kore de!!!”

R ke shone kaar kotha!!! Thapate shuru kore ora dujon… Dite thake raam thap… Mukul bishikhon thakte parena… bole

“Kakima, ei nin…”

“Bhore de tor proshad diye amar pet khana!!!” r Mukul maal chare… Er por, ami Mukul er jaega niye nei…

“Nao ma… Ebar tomar chele r tomar barir chakor mile tomar gud khana fatabo… Emon loose korbo, jeno baba dhukale, mone hobe, tunnel e pencil dhukche…”

“Chod baba chod… Fatiye de tor ma er gud… bhoriye de tor maal diye!!!”

  Porer din shokale… Aaj shokale, parar chele peleder shathe amar ber hobar kotha… Tai, romy, suraj, chadu r aslam...Bari eshe bell tipeche… Kintu karo kono awaj nap eye ghore dhuklo…

Amar room e dhuke dekhe, ami ghum e… Bollo

“Kire….. Oth…. Ekhon 11 ta baje… Ber hobi na amader shathe???”

“Na re bhai... Shararaat ghum hoyni…”

“Keno????”

“Shararaat dhore ma ke chudechi…”

“Kire, tor baap bashay nei???”

“Na re…”

“Ta ei shujoge…”

“Shudhu ei na… Aro kahini ache…” bole oder ke ma er room e niye ashlam…

Ma shuye ache… Ma er gud khana iya faak hoye ache… Amader double chodon er karone… Ma er pachar niche balish… Jate, amader maal leak korte na pare… Kintu etoi beshi porimaan e maal dhelechi amra shara raat, je maal chuiye chuiye porche….

“Kire!!! Kakimar gud bhorti maal… Kakimar to r oshudh khae na… Ki hoyeche???”

“Ta toder kakima kei jigesh kor…” bole ma ke deke uthalam… Ma to oder dekhe ektu obaak…

“Ki khbr kakima…. Ki khbr apnar???”

“Eito…”

“Ta, pod er niche balish diye, apni je maal e bhora gud prodorshon korchen… Bepar ki???”

“Ki r bolbo… Tomar bondhuta tar babake surprise debe bollo… Ta, ei shei surpriser prostuti…”

“Ki surprise???”

“Tomar kaku ke abaro Suhil dudh khawate chae…”

“Ki!?!?!”

“Ha…”

“Kakima… Amrai ba baad thakbo keno??? Amrao chudbo apnake…”

“Acha, amar pasher drawer e dekho condom ache….”

“Dhut barar condom…Amra apnar gud khali chudbo…”

“Na… O korona… Emnei…”

“Kakima… Apni amader parar shera randi…. R amra elakar shera madarchod…. Ta, amader bacha pete neben na to, kaar ta neben….” Suraj bollo

“Ha kakima… R apnar dudh amra roshiye roshiye khabo…”Romy bollo

“Bhabben na kakima… Etokhone kichu na hole, amra kore debo… Kaku-r jonne special gift…” Aslam bollo

“Tao, ebar parar chelepele der kach theke special gift!!!” Chadu bollo

“Aha Ma… Oder eto iccha… Dao, na oder baba hote!!!!” Ami bollam

“10 joner ta to khelam… Tomader ta to r khete khoti ki??? De tora!!! Chod amar gud!!!” R ke shone kar kotha… Romy prothome ma er gud khana choda shuru korlo…

“Kakima… Apnar gud khanae eto maal…. Khub e picchil…. Daran aro piccil kore dicchi!!!” bole ma er gud e maal charlo… Er por, onnorao, chude chude maal charlo… Even Chadu, ma er mukh e maal charte nilo, tokhon ma bollo

“Na… Aaj maal khabo na… Chadu… Amar gud e dhalo!!!”

Ebhabe sharata din chollo…

  Shondha bela…

Doctor shaheb majhe moddhei amader barite berate ashe ekhon… Baba thakleo ashe, ei chutoy je ma er “check up” korabar jonne… R baba na thakle to direct bedroom e niye chode… Baba o khushi… Ma ke r clinic e jete hoy na… ma o khushi… Ghore boshei notun bara….

Ta, Doctor shaheb aaj keo ashlo… Eshe calling bell bajatei Noren da khullo… Doctor bollo

“Tomar shaheb ki ghore???”

“Na…”

“Acha….” Bole doctor hashimukhe ghore dhuklo…

“Tomar memshaheb kothay???”

“Tar room e…”

“Acha..” bole Doctor room e direct chole gelo… Giye dekhi, Ma er upor ami shuye achi… Amar bara ekhono ma er bhetore… Jemon bhabe ekta bacha tar ma ke dhore shuye thake, thik temon bhabei ami gham e bheja shorir niye ek jon arek jon ke dhore shuye achi…

Doctor ke dekhei Ma bollo

“Ki khobr doctor moshae??? Shob bhalo???”

“Bhalo na thakleo shob bhalo hoye jabe…” Ebar ami bollam

“Doctor moshay bhaloi hoyeche… Apni eshechen… Apnake dorkar chilo…”

“Keno baba???”

“Ma er ekta check up kora dorkar chilo…”

“Ta to hor hameshai kori…” heshe bollo doctor shaheb….

“Na, ektu special checkup…”

“Keno???” Ebar ma bollo

“Na, kaal amader anniversary to kaal… Ta, Suhil chachilo or babake ekta surprise dite….”

“Ki surprise???”

“Na, chachilo, tar baba ke abar dudh khawate…”

“Ta, ami ekhane ki korbo… Ami to bolechi… Arekbar pregnant holei, ami ekta oshudh debo… R shathe shathe ek din er moddhei abar chole ashbe…”

“Ta, shei cheshtai amar chele r tar bondhura korche…” Ma bollo..doctor ektu confused… Ta Noren da etokhon pechone dariye chilo… Ebar shamne eshe bollo

“Amra chachi, amader shaheb ke abar dudh khawate… Tai, apnar kotha moto, amra abar peth badhabar bebosta korechi!!!”

“Abar!!! Ta bacha tar baba ebar ke shuni???”

“Ebar emon bebosta korechi doctor shaheb, je baba ke ta bola jabe na!!!”

“Mane???” Doctor ebar ha kore cheye thaklo…. Ma ebar bollo

“She ek bishal list… Je keo hote pare… Mukul er doshta bondhu… Parar chele pele ra tader pokhho theke debar cheshta koreche… Suhil r Noren o ghore boshe tader cheshta chaliye jacche…” heshe bollo ma… Ebar doctor bollo

“Darao, tomader ami help korchi…” Ma ma ke ekta oshudh khaiye dilo… Bollo

“Bina... Eta khao… Eta hocche fertility tablet… Tumi emne pregnant na holei, ei oshudher karone tumi sure pregnant hobe…”

“Ha Doctor… Ma ke khaiye din…”

“R e hocche, shei oshudh jar kotha tomader bolchilam… Eta khelei jodi pregnant hoye jae, tobe dudh er production shuru hobe…”

“Eito chai… Thank you doctor… Ta apnar fees ta???”

“Amar abar fees ki??? AMar ektai feees… Amio tomar baba ke gift dite chai!!!”

“Apnio doctor???”

“Ha… Amio tomar bhodar bhetor bara ghuchiye maal felbo…” bole pant khule tar darano barata ber kore ma er gud er bhetor ghuchiye dilo… R raam chodon deoya shuru korlo!!!

“Magi… Ne amar maal… Tor bhoday amio aaj maal charlam!!!!” bole doctor ma er gud e maal charlo!!!

Tarpor, uthe jaoyar age, bollo

“Bina, ebar tomar peter bachar baba-r list e amar naam o likhe dio…” bole doctor heshe chole gelo…..

  Porer din shondhay… Baba-r plane land koreche… Baba bashay asche… Ta ma shaju guju koreche… Ranna bara shesh kore snan shesh kore shaajche… Ta ma jebhabe shejeche, tate baba keno, je keo pelei ekhon chudbe… Ma er prone kono blouse ba petticoat nei…. SHudhu panty-r upor ma ekta saree preche...Tao jorget er transparent laal sari…. Ma er dudh pod shob e bhojha jacche… Mukhe halka makeup… Golae shonar chain… Thothe garo laal lipstick… Chulgulo khola… Ma jeno na, jeno ekta sex bomb!!!!

Ta, ami R Noren da etokhon khali dekhchilam.. Ebar ma ke giye bollam

“Ma tomay aaj chodon raani laagche!!!”

“Ha memshaheb… Aaj shaheb pele, apnake eshei chudbe…”

“Hmmm….”

“Tobe taar age amrai ekbar apnake taste kore nei!!!” bole Noren da ma er shari khana utheiye panty khana shriye diyeche… Tarpor, ghoch kore Bara dhukiye thap!!! Ma ke wall er shathe theshe dhore ma er pod khana chudche…

“Aah… Noren… Taratari…”

“Taratari ki bhabe magi… Tor pod khana tor gud er moto khaal baniye tarpor maal chabo!l!!!” Ebar ami bollam

“Ta Noren da… Tahole to tomake shahajjo kortei hoy!!!”

“Na baba na!!! O korish na… Kaoke pod chudte dei ni, jate tor baba atleast amar pod chude moja pae…”

Kintu chore ki shone dhormer kotha!?!??

Ami r Noren da ma ke uche kore ma er pod e bara ghuchiye dilaam…

“Obabaaa!!!! Aste!!!!” kintu amra ma er kotha shunlam na… Chudte laglam sherokom speed e…. Ma er tight pod khana chude eke bare tunnel baniye fellam…Amar r Noren da er bara ma er ful er moto chotto pod er phuto ta ke ekkebare aladin er guha baniye fellam!!! Chudchi to chudchi… Emon shomoy calling bell baajlo… Ami bollam

“Noren da… Ami r parchi na… Cholo maal chari…”

“Ha Cholo Suhil….”

“Ai… Jai korish… Pod e charish na… Tor baba je niche… Ami pod dhobar shomoy…….” Sentence shesh korar agei, ami r Noren da ek shathe ma er pod e maal charlam… Cherei ma ke fele doure ranna ghore giye lukalam… R onnodike, baba abar calling bell bajiyeche… Ma konomote tar du khana pod chepe dhore shari ta thik kore niche namlo… Kintu thik e guha beye beye amader maal chuiye chuiye porte laglo… Lege, ma er sharer pechon ta bhije gelo… Ma o obostatei, dorja khullo…

Dorja khultei baba dhuklo… Dhuke ma ke dekhe, eke bare horny hoye geche… Bollo

“Bina… Ami r Parchina… Cholo room e…”

“Ta jabar dorkar nei… Bashay keo nei!!!”

“Condom niye asho tahole…”

“Na tao lagbe na… Aaj ami ready…”

“Ami r parchi na…” bole bag tag chure fele ma ke drawing room er sofa te fele baba tar jama kapor shob khullo… Tarpor, ma er saree khullo… Khulei dekhe, ma er pod r gud bheja…

Baba kichu bolar agei ma bollo

“Tomar kotha bhebe bhebe fingering kore jol khoshiyechi!!!” Baba ei shune aro utshahito hoye ma er gud e bara chalan kore dilo… Kintu gud er je bahar, tate, baba-r 7 inchi bara ma er gud e pencil hoye tunnel e dhuklo… Ta, baba shukh pacchilo na bole, Ma bollo

“Dao Jibon, tomar ta chushe dei…”

“Na Bina…. Gud thik nei, to pod chudbo…” Edike ami R Noren da ranna ghor theke shob dekhchi… Noren da heshe heshe bollo

“Ahare Shaheb… Gudei moja paan na… Abar pod e … APnar bou er Pod ta to eke bare kuyo baniye diyechi!!!!” bole ami r Noren da hashlam…

Ebar baba pod e bara dhukalo… Dhukano mane ki, ma er tight pod khana eke bare ha hoye gape hoye ache… R baba ta chodar bertho cheshta chalalo… Er pod, ma ke bollo

“Bina…. Aaj bhalo lagche na… Dao, amar baratai chushe dao…” Ma heshe ebar barata chushe dilo… Baba beshikhon thakte parlo na… Ma er mukhe maal charlo… Maal chartei, baba kabu hoye sofa te boshe porlo… Ma ebar bollo

“Tomar jonne duto surprise ase…”

“Ki Bina???”

Ebar ma sofa pasher table theke ekta strip ber korlo… Kore baba ke bathroom e niye giye bollo

“Jibon, amar gud er shamne eta dhoro…”

“Keno???”

“Aha dhoroi na…”

“Acha..” baba dhorlo…. R ma olpo ektu hishu korlo, tarpor bollo

“Acha, eta dui minute pore result dibe…”

“Ami kichui bujhchi na…”

“darao tomake shob bhojachi….” Bole baba niye abar sofa te boshlo…. Tarpor baba ke kol er upor rekhe ma baba ke bolte laglo….

“Dekho, amader ei anniversary ta khub e special… Onek din pore, tumi amar shathe anniversary te jog dite parcho.. Tai, Suhil bollo je ebarer ta aro special kore korbe... Tai, ei ayojon…”

“Kintu…” baba sentence shesh korar agei ma baba-r mukhe dudh ta dhukiye dilo…. Ditei, baba chosha shuru korlo… R baba-r mukh bhore gelo gorom dudh diye!!! Baba chokh boro boro kore hashi mukhe chushe chushe dudh khete laglo… Ma o baba-r chul e haat bolate bolate bollo

“Ki, bolo, kemon laglo surprise ta???”

“Aah… Suhil ke ki bhabe je thanks dibo…. Kintu ki bhbe???”

Ebar ma oi strip ta dekhalo…. Baba ha kore cheye thaklo…. Ma ebar heshe bollo

“tomer to dhud na khele-e noy, tai tomer sele abar dhud hober babosta korese.”

  Porer din shokale…

Shokal atta… Shurjer komol alo ma er chokhe pore, ma er bhum bhenge gelo… Takiye dekhe, baba ekhono ekta mae mukhe pure ghumiye ache… Babar matha aste kore balishe rekhe, ma uthe daralo…

Maer ghora thaka dressing table er aynay nijer dike takalo… Shona rod, tar er kalo deho khani, jeno aro kamodipto hoye uthlo… Bishal boro boro mae, Jeno ek ekta bishal boro boro kalo jambura… Boyosher bhare halka jhule thake…. Kintu shetai, mae guloke aro akorshoniyo kore tole… Kalo kalo bota gulo, ekhon dudh ashay sharakhon dariye thakche… Komore halka halka chorbi ache, ja tar nabhi ke aro gobhir banay… Noren prottek din, ontoto ekbar ei chorbi chipe dhorbe… Chushe debe…. Ei shob kotha chinta korte korte, ma er apna apni haat chole gelo, gud e… Aah… Baal e bhora roshe toshtosha gud… Ei gud khanae je kar probesh ghoteni, shei kotha chinta korte korte, Ma bathroom e gelo…

Mukh dhute giye dekhe, gotoraat er maal shukiye ache shara mukhe…. Angul diye halka cheche niye mukhe dilo ma… Shamir maal khana shad ache… Kintu, Noren er tar shadi alada…. Shob cheye moja, jokhon boro chele r chakor mile ek shathe ma er mukhe maal fele… Moder er jemon ekta mixture eke k jon er kache priyo, sherokomi ma er kache amar r noren da er mixture ta priyo… Ma ebar mukh khana dhuye, brush kore ber holo…. Tarpor, drawer ta khullo… Er por, ma ekta halka nil maxi porlo…

Tarpor niche neme ranna choralo… Shobe, jol gorom hocche, emon shomoy, ke jani pechon theke ma ke joriye dhorlo… Ma er bishal bishal dudh khana chepe dhorlo…

“Ei ke, ke???”

“Memshaheb… Noren hajir…”

“Aah… charo… tomar shaheb bashay ache to…”

“Memshaheb… Shaheb ekhon ghumache to… Ta goto raat kemon katalen… Shara raat e to shobdo shunlam…”

“Ta, tomra ki tomader shaheb er jonne, memshaheb gud r pod rekhecho naki??? Tomar shaheb er laura shara raat dhorei khali chushte hoyeche… R tomar shaheb raat bhor dudh kheyeche… “

Noren da ebar Ma er gud khana sharer upor diyei hatre hatre bollo

“Tobe, apnar gorom gud khanae to ektu jol dhala dorkar….”

“Ei na… Khobordaar…” Kintu Ke shone kaar kotha… Noren da maxi uthiyei, ma er roshalo gud e bara probesh koriye dilo… Ma o kichu bolte parlo na… Ma er asholei gud e khida gotokaal mete ni… Baba ekbar ma er gud chushe diyeche… Kintu ekbar gud chushle ki r ekhon ma er gud er khida mete???”

Ma ke ebar ranna ghorer wall er shathe chepe dhore noren da choda shuru korlo… Noren er lomba kalo baro, ma er baal bhora gud e bullet er moto dhuklo r ber hote laglo….

“Ei to Noren…..Chodo tomar memshaheb ke…. Chude tomar memer gud khana tomar maal diye bhore dao!!!!”

“Eito…. Khanki mem…. Tui jol charlei ami tomar gud e maal charbo…”

“Shala chod… Fatiye de amar gud khana… Ami r parchi na… Ne, ami ebar jol khoshalam… Aaah….” Bole ma jol khoshalo…. R shathe shathe Noren da ma er komor chepe dhore gud er bhetore bara chepe dhore maal charlo…

“Aaah memshaheb…” emon shomoy ma er room er dorja kholar ayaj pelo ora… Shathe shathe Noren da dhuti ta pore fello…. R ma maxi namiye abar ranna choralo… Edike, baba neme esheche… Eshe dekhe, tar bou ranna korche… R barir chakor pashe dariye dariye shobji katche… Baba namtei, ma kache eshe bollo

“Ki go… Kokhon ghum theke uthecho???”

“Eito ekhoni… Ke jani baire chilla chilli korchilo… Shune ghum bhenge gelo…” Noren da ei shune bhoy peye gelo… Ma ebar buddhi kore bollo

“Ha… Parar chele pele ra baire chilla chilli korchilo…”

“Ki bolo… Ami shunlam, ke jani kake memshaheb dakche…..” baba bollo

“Oh, kichu na… Oi tumi bhul shunecho…. Asho, bosho…”

“Ei Noren… Ranna fota fota jol kisher…. Naki dudh??? Ranna ghor ghum theke uthe mochoni???” Baba noren da ke bollo… Noren da aro bhoy peye gelo… Ma kheyal korlo, tar gud theke chuiye chuiye Noren r tar jol poreche kitchen er floor e… Ma nijeke shamle niye bollo

“O kichu na… Fridge theke dudh ber korar shomoy halka halka dudh poreche r ki… Noren ekhoni muche felbe… Jao, snan kore asho… Nahole office er deri hoye jabe…”

“Ha tai jai… Bole baba abar upore uthe washroom e chole gelo… Baba jetei, Ma heshe nichu hoye floor e pore thaka maal chete chete khete laglo… R Noren er dike takiye haslo… Noren da o hashlo…

  Kichukhon por…

  Shokal doshta…Ami niche namlam… Neme dekhi ma ranna ghore ranna korche… Noren da geche Bajare… R baba table e boshe breakfast korche… Ready office e jawar jonne..…

Amake dekhei baba bollo

“Kire ghum holo???”

“Ha baba… Tomader???”

“Tor baba-r abar ghum… Shararaat dhore shudhu amar dudh chushtei thekeche…”

“Ma ekhon ami tomar dudh khabo…”

“Pore babai… Ami ekhon ranna korchi…”

“Na… Ekhoni khabo…” ami bollam

Baba ebar bollo

“Aha… Dao na chele ke… Tomar chelei to… Chele ke khawar jonnei to ei bishal dudh jora…”

“Ha ma… Amar jonnei to egulo…”

“Acha ne kha…” amake r pae ke…

Ma er porone, ekta halka golapi shari… niche shudhu shada blouse r petticoat… Ami ma ke pechon ma er dudh khana chipe dhori.. Tarpor, aste aste blouse khana khulte thaki…

“Ma… Tomar blouse gulo tight hoye geche…”

“Hobe na… Tora jebhabe amar dudh duto niye khelish….Tate egulo ki r din din choto hobe???”

Ma er blouse khana khule , ebar ma er dan diker bishal dudh khana mukhe pure chushte laglam… R shei dabka dabka mae theke gorom dudh ber hote thaklo… R amar mukh khana bhore gelo gorom mishti dudh e… Baba ebar kache eshe ma er arek khana dudh mukhe pure bollo

“R bhat khete icche korche na… Office e jawar age, ektu dudh kheye jai…” bole baba ebar ma er arek khana bishal kalo jholano pepe niye chushe khete laglo…

Ek dike chele, arek dike shami dudh khache… Ete ma er bota khariye gelo…

Amader matha khana chepe dhore ma bollo

“Amar dushto rajkumar ra… Pet bhore tomra amar dudh khao…”

“Hmm….” Bole amra shae dilam…. Emon shomoy calling bell beje uthlo…

“Ekhon abar ke ashlo… Noren to ei matro bazaar e gelo... Ei charo tomra… Dekhi, giye dorja khuli…”

Ami ebar bollam…

“Na… Baba, tumi dudh khao… Ami dekchi dorjae ke esheche….” Bole ma er dudh khana chere dorja khullam… Khule dekhi Jogesh dudhwala…

“Dudh niye ashlam… memshaheb ki bashay???”

“Ha… Asho… Ghore asho…” bole ghore niye ashlam… Totokhone, ma tar bishal dudh khana shari diye dheke feleche… Baba bhalo manush er moto table e boshe poreche... Jogesh dudhwala bollo

“Memshaheb, koto liter lagbe dudh???”

“Eito, dao du litre…”

“Acha…” Ami ebar majhe foron kete bollam

“Ma… Eto dudh diye korbota ki???”

“Mane???”

“Emnei, je dudh er bhandar amader ache, ta amra kheye shesh korte parbo na… Abar dudh lagbe keno??? Ki bolo baba????”

Baba ektu obak holo… R ma ektu lojja pelo… Baba bollo

“Ha… Ekhon r dudh lagbe na…”

“Keno shaheb???” Jogesh da ebar obujher moto jigesh korlo…

“Na… Mane…” baba confused hoye thaklo… Tarpor, palanor jonne bollo

“Aha… Amar office er deri hoye jacche… Gelam tahole…” bole taratari ber hoye gelo…

Ekhon bashay shudhu ami Ma r Jogesh da… Ebar ma bollo

“Jogesh …. Tomar jonne duto khobor ache… Ekta dushongbad, arekta shushonbad…. Dushongbad ta holo, ekhon theke r tomar dudh amader proyojon nei… R shushongbad ta holo….”

“Ki memshaheb???”

“Sheta Suhil e boluk…”

“Ma er abaro dudh hote shuru koreche….”

“Kintu ki bhabe dada??? Memshaheb to bollo je pete bacha na ashle, r dudh hobe na…”

“Ma er pete abar bacha esheche…”

“Ki?!?! Shaheb raji holo ki bhabe???”

“Tomader shaheb er bou er pete ki r shaheb er iccha moto bacha deoya hoy??? “

“Tahole???”

“Suhil er iccha moto shob kichu hoy…”

“Ma amar ki dosh bolo… Shobai chailo… Plus, Noren da r Subir chailo bolei amio chailam…”

“Ta Suhil shaheb ke boltei tini bacha diye dilen???”

“Baba deben keno??? Amra achi keno???”

“Mane??? Bachar baap ke???”

“Sheta to jani na dada… She ek lomba list…”

“Mane???”

“Mukul ra dosh jon mile ma ke chudeche… Tarpor ami r Noren da… Er por, parar chele ra… Daktar kakuo chudeche… Ekhon ke je baba ta sure na…” ami heshe bollam… Ma ebar heshe bollo

“Tobe eta sure, ami shami ei bachar baap na…” Amra shobai hashlam… Ebar Jogesh da bollo

“Dada, amar biswas hocche na… Nijer chokhe na dekhle, biswas hobe na…”

“Tobe ei nao…” bole ma er bishal dudh ekhana Jogesh da er shamne tule dhorlam… R Jogesh da mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo… Chosha shuru koreche to korechei… R shesh hoy na… Pray pach minute pore,mukh namiye bollo

“Dada, shara jibone dudh kheyechi… Kintu emon mishti dudh ami kokhonno khai ni…” Emon shomoy calling bell bajlo… Noren da esheche… Eshe amader dekhe bollo

“Ta Jogesh… Amake rekhi moja shuru kore dile....”

“Ta ki korbo dada… Emon dudh pele ki r keo chare…”

“Ta dada… Ami ja bhabchilam… Ami tomar shathe ekta dairy khulbo…”

“Mane??? Amar to ekta achei…”

“Eta je shei dairy na… Eta hocche mother dairy….”

“Thik bujhlam na…”

“Amar kache ekta gabhi ache… Shei gabhir dudh er daam shonar cheyo beshi daam diye bechte parbe…”

“koi???”

Ebar Noren da ma ke pechon theke joriye dhore bollo

“Ei je amar gabhi… Amar pyari memshaheb… Tar dudh ami ekhon theke bechbo…”

“Dada…. Sherokom ekta idea… Suhil da, ki bolo???”

“Amar kono shomoshya nei.. Khub e bhalo buddhi… “

Ebar Noren da bollo

“Memshaheb, apnar kono apotti nei to???”

“Amar abar apotti kisher??? Ei dudh to tomaderi jonne… Amar chele chacche tar ma er dudh beche hok… R amar cheler babao chache… Ami na kori ki bhabe???”

“Tahole aji shuru hok… Memshaheb, ektu daran, ami ashchi tahole…” bole Jogesh da beriye gelo… Dosh minute er mathay ekta machine haat e niye firlo… Machine ta ekta odbhut machine…

“Jogesh da eta ki???”

“Ek Shaheb diye giyechilo… Bolechilo, ei diye gorur dudh ber kora jae… Etodin pore chilo karon ami haat diye doyai… Aaj kaje lagbe….” Bole duto cup er moto jinish ber korlo… Cup er mathay ekta pipe lagano… R arekdike, ekta pump er moto…. Pump er shathe lagano ache ekta botol… Shekhane mark kora ache 10 litre porjonto… Jogesh da ebar machine ta start korlo… Ma ektu bhoy pelo

“Betha lagbe na to abar???”

“Na memshaheb….” Bole Jogesh da ma ke char haat payer upor khara koralo… Ma er bishal duto mae jhulchilo paka peper moto… Ma ke shotti ekta gabhir moto lagchilo….Jogesh da ebar duto cup ma er duto bishal jhulonto kalo tormujer mathay lagiye dilo… R shathe shathe transparent cup ta ma er dudh gulo suck korte thaklo… R finki mere dudh chite ashte thaklo… R aste aste botol ta fill hoya shuru korlo…

“Kemon lagche memshaheb???” Noren da jigesh korlo

Ma bollo

“Aah… Mone hocche je dudh jora taan diye dhorche…. Aaah… Halka betha korche… Kintu abar khub aram o lagche…..”

“Tobe memshaheb, ebar power ta ektu bariye dei…” bole ebar Jogesh power ta bariye dilo… R machine ta aro jore suck korte thaklo… Ma er dudh gulo aro chapiyte uthlo… R aro jora dudh ber hoya shuru korlo…

“Ma kemon lagche… Goru doyanur machine diye amra tomar dudh collect kora hocche…”

“Aaah… “ Ma kichu bolar agei, Jogesh da ma er mukhe tar lomba bara ta pure bollo

“Memshaheb… Kotha bolar dorkar nei... Amar laura ta chushe din to…” bole ma er mukhtake mouth fuck korte thaklo… Edike, Noren da ma er petticoat khana khule, R ma er baal bhora kalo gud er jongol ta prokassho holo… Ebar Noren da shekhane ek shathei charta angul dhukiye dilo… Ma ebar ektu kokiye uthlo… Kintu kichu bolar agei, Jogesh da ma er mukh khana chepe dhorlo tar barar upor ebong ma ke deep throat kore chudte laglo… R edike, Noren da char angul er por, puro kobjitai dhukiye dilo… Ma chokh bondho kore aram nite thaklo… Noren da ebar ma ke fisting korte thaklo…

“Memshaheb kemon lagche???” Ma mukhe bara niyei bollo

“Aaaah….” Noren da ebar jore jore fisting korte thaklo…. R kichukhon er moddhei, ma jol khoshalo… Onnodike, Jogesh r parlo na… Bollo

“Memshaheb… Nin, amar malae khan…” bole matha chepe dhore ekdom ma er golae direct maal charlo… R ma er shob maal gile felte holo… onno dike, oi botol ta bhore utheche dudh diye… Puro dosh litre puro hoye giyechilo… Tai, machine bondho korlo ebar Jogesh da… Tarpor, machine ta ma er dudh theke khultei dekhlam, ma er kalo bota gulo, aro fule utheche… Ami ebar ma er dudh khana chosha shuru korlam…. Orre baba… Dosh litre dudh deoyar poreo, ma er mae dudh chilo!!! Ami r Noren da ebar moner shukhe ma er dudh chushte thaklam…

“Ei char tora… Aah… Machine ta mone hochilo, amar mae tene chire felbe…”

Ma ke ebar uthiye table er upor uthalam…

“Ekhon ki korbi tora… Ekhon, chodar time naki???”

“Ha memshaheb, ekhoni…” bole Jogesh da ma ke tule dhore, er por ma er gud e bara dhukiye dilo... Noren dao pechon theke ma ke chepe dhore, ma er pod e probesh korlo… Ebhabe dujon dariye dariye ma ke upore tule chudte laglo…. R ma Jogesh da ke chepe dhore laglo… R jogesh ma er ekta dudh mukhe pure chushte thaklo… R chodar tale, arek khana mae lafate thaklo… Ei bhabe pach minute chodar por, ma ke namiye ebar dujon ma ke sandwich korlo… R ami bara dhore ma er mukh er shamne dhorlam… R ma amar bara chushe dite thaklo…. Dosh minute por, amra jayga bodol korlam… Ami pod e r Noren da Gud e… Jogesh da ma er mukh chudhte laglo… Dosh minute por bollo

“Memshaheb… Nin…. Apnar dudh bechar age, ami apnake amar dudh khaiye nei…” bole ma er mukhe maal charlo… Edike, ami r Noren da keo e dhore rakhte parchilam na…. Amrao maal charlam…

Noren da ebar heshe bollo

“Memshaheb, ei re maal je gud e fele dilam...” Ma o tease kore bollo

“o thik ache kichu hole dekha jabe...”

Ebar ami heshe bollam

“Ta thik thakbe na… Bachar baba to amrai!!!” :P

  Ek mash porer ghotona…

  Raat barota…Baba r ma shuye ache… Shobe choda sheshe baba ma er dudh khacche… Emon shomoy phone beje uthlo… baba khaowa chere bollo

“Uhu… Eto raat e abar ke phone korlo...”

“Aha… Tumi khao to…”

Baba r kotha na bariye, abar dudh khaowa shuru korlo… Edike, ma phone ta uthalo… Odik theke Susmita mashir golar awaj pelo ma…

“Hello…. Nomoshkar, Bina ache???”

“Ha… Susmita, bol…. Kemon achish???”

“Eito, achi r ki… Ta, toke eto raat e phone korlam… Sorry…. Tui ki busy???” Ma ebar baba-r dike takiye bollo

“Na, eito dudh khawachi r ki… Sherokom kichu na… Bol..”

“Shon, kal k Ontu-r birthday… Ta, ora khub kore bolchilo tor r Suhil er kotha… Ta, tora shobai ashte parbi na???”

“Ha… Kal to, Jibon er chuti… Ta, chole ashbo ne… Kothae???”

“Ontu-r baba-r office er guest house ache Halishohore… Ta, okhanei birthday ta korbo… Kal k dupur er moddhe chole ashish kintu… Shobai ke niye…”

“Acha, chole ashbo khon…”

“Rakhi tahole… Kal k to tahole dekha hocche…. Bye…”

Ma phone rakhlo… Baba bollo

“Ke??? Ki hoyeche???”

“Shono… Amar bandhobi Susmita, or cheler kal birthday…. Amader shobai ke nemontonno koreche… Tomar to kaal chute, na???”

“Ha… Ta kothae???”

“Eito… Halishohore…”

“Acha…. Thik ache…”

“Tomar dudh khawa hoyeche???”

“Keno???”

“Tomar ek matro cheler room e jabo… Chele ta porshu raat theke chode na…”

“Amar ek matro chele mane??? R o to tomaro chele...”

“Onno dutor baba to r tumi now.. R o to shudhu amar chele na… O amar bachar baba…” muchki heshe ma bollo.

“Acha… Thik ache…. Kintu, ekta maxi to pore jao… Noren to bashay ache…”

“Aha… Noren etokhone oghor ghume…Tumi ebar chupti kore ghumiye thako… Ami Suhil ke ghum pariyei fire ashchi…” bole baba-r kopale ekta chumu khelo… Tarpor, beriye ashlo…

  Ma beriye eshe dorja lagiye niche namlo… Noren da r ami niche boshe boshe TV dekhchilam… Ma er ga e ekta tukro shutoue nei… Shudu tar bishal bishal kalo mae jorar majhe ek mongolshutro jhuliye, baal e bhora gud prodorshon kore amader shamne daralo… Ma er shada shakha jora r komore rupali navel chain er karone, ma ke aro beshi kamuki lagchilo… Amra ha kore ma er nogno rup dekhte thaklam…

  “Kire, tora ki cheye thakbi, naki kichu korbi…”

“Uff… Ma, tomake ja lagchena… Ta, baba bashay na??? Baba jodi jene jae???”

“Ta, tor baba ke ghum pariye rekhechi… Ta, tora ki kichu korbi naki…” bole ma tar gud e angul dhukiye dilo….

“Memshaheb, apnake chere amra ki bhabe thaki!!!” bole Noren da ma er dudh chosha shuru korlo… R ami niche neme ma er gud chosha shuru korlam… Tarpor, ma ke sofa te boshiye amader bara chushiye nilam… Er por oi sofatei, ma er gud r pod double penetration kore, ma er bhetorei maal fellam…

  Er por ma amake bollo

  “Suhil… Jao baba… Ebar ghumate jao… Kaal amader ekta dawat ache…”

“Kothae ma???”

“Ontu-r birthday kal k…Tor baba ke, amake r toke jete boleche…”

“Oh acha…. Ta tumi ki korbe???”

“Eito… Amio amar room e jabo…” Ebar Noren da bollo

“Memshaheb, kaal to apni thakben na… Ta aaj raat ta jodi amar shathe ghuman…”

“Na Norenda… Baba bashay… Jodi dekhe fele…” Ami bollam

“Acha thak… Aaj shomoshya nei… Ja Suhil… Tui ghumiye por… Ami aaj rate Noren er shathei ghumabo…” Ma bollo

“Noren da er shathe to ghumabe na… Shudhu chodon khabe…” ami heshe bollam….

“Ta thik e bolecho babu… Aaj tomar ma ke ami shara raat iccha moto chudbo, r pet bhore dudh khabo…” Noren da heshe, ebar ma er pachay ekta chappor mere tar shaheb thaka shottei, tar memshaheb ke tar room e niye gelo…

  Porer din dupure… Amra shobe matro Halishohor pouchlam… Baba ami r Ma… Pothe sherokom kichu hoy ni…

  Ta amra jetei, gate e sushmita mashima r tar bor dariye chilo… Amader dekhe egiye ashlo…

“Nomoshkar, nomoshkar… Ashun, ashun…” Meshomoshay prothome baba ke bollo… Er por, ma er dike takiye bollo

“Khub bhalo lagche… Tomra eshecho bole…” bole ek drishtite ma er dike takiye thaklo… Ma ekta sada jori boshano saree..transparent...navir bohu niche saree achol ta ved kore deep govir navi chorbi soh dekha jache...sleevless offwhite blouse ebong no bra...dudh jora upor diye fete berochee karon..low neck blouse...ma achol ta emon vabe nieche jate ek diker fete berono dudh dekha jae arek dik dhaka achol diye...

  Kaku jeno hariye gelo ma er dudh er dike takiye…. Ma kaku ke ebar ghor theke ber korar jonno hashlo… Heshe, Susmita mashir shathe hatte shuru korlo… R Ma er bishal bishal pod jora dulte laglo… R Mesho boro boro chokh kore ta dekhte laglo… Emon shomoy baba bollo

“Cholun dada… Bhetore jawa jaak…”

“Cholun…” bollo mesho… R mone mone bhablo “Ish… Oi, petticoat er niche jodi dhoka jeto!!! Ki kora maal mairi!!!”

  Guest house ta khub e shundor… Bishal pachil diye ghera guest house .Guest house er shudhu ek joni caretaker ache kintu take aaj biday kore deoya hoyeche… R shomoye shomoye lagle, baburchi eshe ranna kore diye jae… Ta, Susmita mashi aaj shokal shokal eshei, shob ranna kore feleche… Ta, dhuktei dekhlam, Ontu Shontu ar oder bondhu ra pasher mathe khelche… Ora shob miliye shat jon… Shobi 12-13 bochorer chele…. Ta, ma ke dekhe, Ontu eshe ma ke joriye dhorlo…

“Ish.. Toke ki na pochondo kore…” Susmita Mashi bollo… Edike, ma feel korlo, je Ontu, joriye dhorar tale, sharer upor diyei.. ma er pod er bhetor angul diye narachara korche… Ma heshe bollo

“Ha… Re…..”

Ta, ebar Mashi ma bollo

“Dekh toder jonnei wait korchilam… Ta, aaj ar kaokei dawat deini… Shudhu tora eshechish, r Ontu-r kichu bondhu esheche… Ekhon chol cake kete khawa dawar paat ta chukiye dei…”

“Acha…”

“Ta, ebar chol cake kati… Aai, tomra shobai chole asho…”

R shob gulo chele jol theke uthe ashlo… Ta, ebar Mashi ekta table er upor cake ta rekhe, shob gulo chele pele ke bollo, cake er pechone e darate… R Mesho photo tola shuru korlo… Edike, mashi bollo

“Ja, Bina…. Jao Suhil… Oder shathe dariye poro…”

“Na re… Thak…” Ma ektu lojja peye bollo

“Aha… Mashima… Ashun na…” Bollo Shontu… Ebar oder request ma felte parlo na… Ebar oder pashe dariye chobi tulte laglo… Ami hotat kheyal korlam, Shontu iccha kore eshe, prothome ma er pechone ashlo… Tarpor, pechon theke ma er bishal pod joray haat bolate laglo…. Ma feel koreo kichu bollo na… Edike, shamner theke keo kichui dekhche na… Ma er kono response na peye ebar Shontu tar matha diye ebar ma er dudh e dhaka dite thaklo… Bairer shobai bhablo, eta emnei korche, kintu ami bujhlam, ki hocche…. Ma edike feel korlo, tar mae er upor chap porae, dudh top top kore ber hote thaklo… Tate, ma er blouse aste aste bhijte thaklo… Ma ek alada shihoron pete laglo…

  “Onek chobi tola hoyeche… Ebar tomra cake ta kato… Onek bela hoye geche….”

Ebar Ontu cake katlo… R shobai Happy Birthday gaya uthlo… Er por, khawar pala… Ma r Mashima mile serve korlo… Mashima-r kach theke keo torkari nite chae na… Shobai shudhu ma ke dake… Kheyal korlam, bacha chele pelerao, ma er dudh er khaj dekhar jonne ma ke dake… R ma torkari debar chole upor hoye aro dudh dekhate laglo… Baba dekheo, kichu bujhlo na… R odike Meshomoshay-r obosta kharap… Ma muchki muchki hashlo… R bollo

“Dadababu, r kichu lagbe naki???”

“Na Bina….. R ki lage???” ma er mae er khaj er dike takiye…. Ma muchki heshe chole geche…

  Khawa dawa sheshe, Mesho bollo

“Ta, Ranaghat to kachei… ta cholun ghure asha jaak… Amar gari diyei ghora jabe…”

“Uttom idea….” Baba r Mashima ek mot holo… Kintu ma tate shay na diye bollo

“Na… Amar r berate icche korche na… Tomrai jao… Ami borong ekhane theke chele gulo ke dekhi…”

“Acha… Thik ache…” bole amra char jon, mane ami, baba mesho r mashima, mesho-r gari diye elaka ghurte ber holam… Mesho bollo

“Tomra thako… Amra ghonta dui er moddhei fire ashchi…”

“Acha thik ache baba….” Bollo Ontu… R ora chole gelo…. Ebar puro guest house e shudhu Ma r Ontu ra aache….

  Amra jetei, Shontu bollo

“Mashima kemon acho???”

“Eito, bhalo…”

“Ta, mashima, tumi ki ekhono ager moto dushtumi koro, naki bhalo hoye giyecho???”

“Na babara ami bhalo hoye gechi…”

“Dekha jaak koto ta bhalo hoyeche….” Nijer dada ke dekha dekhi, Ontuo ebar elo… Eka noy, tar shob bondhuder niye…

“Mashima…. Amar beshya magi…. Amar gift koi???”

“Ei je nao…” Bole, ma ebar Ontu ke ekta Cricket Bat gift korlo…

Gift peye Ontu bollo

“Thank You mashima… Kintu ei gift e tobe hobe na… Amader shobar jonne gift koi???”

“Mane???”

“Oder shobai ke ami apnar kotha bolechi…”

“Ki bolecho???” ma jigesh korlo

“Je apnar bishal bishal mae jorae dudh hoy…. Ebong shei dudh khub mishti…” Ebar oder moddhe theke ekjon bollo

“Ora ki tai boleche???”

“Ha….”

“Aro boleche, ora apnar gud r pod niye kheleche… boleche, apni bole oder nunu niye khele khub aram diyechen oder ke…” Arekta chele bollo…

“Ha diyeche…” Ontu bollo

“Amra biswas kori na…” arekta chele bollo…

“Mashima, ora to biswas korche na… Dekhiye din na…”

“Chi…. Tomra ki bolcho eshob….”

“Mashima please…” bole ebar Shontu ma er dudh jora chepe dhorlo… Shokal dudhwala-r doyabar por, ar keo ma er buke haat dei ni…. Tai, mae jora dudh e toitumbur… Blouse er chap er karone, ma er aro koshto hochilo… Kintu jokhon, Shontu haat dilo, tokhon aram e chokh bondho kore fello…. Shontu o ei shujoge, ma er achol khana fele diye, ma er blouse er hook khola shuru korlo…. Ma o oder r badha dilo na… Shontu dekha dekhi, onno chelerao, ma er dudh tepa shuru korlo…

“Ish… Ki norom na re…” ek jon bollo

“Jeno rubber!!!” arek jon bollo

Shontu totokhone blouse khana khule feleche… Khultei ma er bishal bishal mae jora bheshe uthlo….

“Orre baba…. Eto boro abar mae hoy naki?!?!” ekta chele ha kore takiye theke bollo

“Mairi… Ekhan theke to abar dudh ber hoy…” arekjon bollo… Ontu r shomoy noshto na kore, ekta dudh niye chosha shuru korlo…. Arekjon, arekta bishal kalo mae mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo… Kintu bacha chele pele, ma er dudh niye tana tani kora shuru korlo… Ma ebar bollo

“Dekho… Tomader shobai ke amar dudh khawabo….. Tar age, tomra line dhore darao… Ontu-r aaj ke birthday, tai o shobar age khabe….” Ma er kotha shune ora line dhore daralo…. R Ontu r Shontu eshe ma er dudh jora chipe chipe chushu khete laglo…. Ma o porom anonder shathe oder khawate laglo…… Er por, oder khawa shesh hole, eke eke baki 5 jon chele ke ma dudh khaiwe dilo… Dudh khaiwe debar porei, abar Shontu bollo

“Mashima… Bohu din apnar gud er rosh khawa hoy na…”

“Aaj na… Onno din baba….”

“Na aaj kei…”

“ha ha ajkei…” onno chele ra chilla chilli korte thaklo… Tai, ebar ma petticoat ta uthiye ta baal bhora gud khana prokash korlo… R Shontu onnoder bolte laglo

“Eita, hocche gud… Eta diye mashima hishu kore… Abar ekhan diyei, boro ra bara dhukiye mashima ke chode….”

“Ki bhabe???”

Ebar Shontu ma er deoya cricket bat ta niye, bat er handle ta ma er gud er mukhe rekhe bollo

“Ebhabe!!!” bole ma er gud er bhetor, bat ta dhukiye dilo… Bat er mota danda ta ma er gud e 3 inchir moto dhuke gelo… R Ma aat ke uthlo….

“Ei je ebhabe gud e nunu dhuke, r ete chele ra jerokom moja pae, mashimao khub moja pae… thik na mashima???” Ma ebar chokh bondho kore khali bollo

“Uhhu…” Ontu abar eshe bollo

“Shudhu gud na… Chele ra mashimar pachao chode…”

“Ki bhabe???? “ chele gulo jigesh korlo…

“Ei je ebhabe…” bole Ontu tar chikon haat khana ma er pod e probesh korei dilo….. Tarpor fisting korte korte bollo

“Ei bhabe, mashimar podeo bara dhukiye lokera chode….”

“Kemon lagche mashima???” Shontu ebar jigesh korlo… Ma tokhon shorge… 12-13 bochor er kichu chele ekjon tar gud e bat dhukiye r arekjon tar pod e haat dhukiye take fuck korche… Kichu bacha chele-r haat e ekta sex toy bone geche, ei bhabtei, ma jol khoshabar kacha kachi gelo… R Ma

“Mmmmm….” Bole uthlo… Chele ekta bollo

“Mashima kadche keno???”

“Kaadche na… Aram e kokache….” Shontu bollo R bat pump korar speed bariye dilo… Shontu-r dekha dekhi, Ontu o speed bariye dilo… Ma r thakte parlo na…

“Aaaah… Bole jol khoshalo…” R ma er gud theke chuye chuye rosh porte thaklo… Chele gulo ebar shei rosh chete chete khete laglo…. Bollo

“Mm…. Khub shad to….”

Ebar arekta chele bollo

“Shontu, bondhu, amar to nunu-ta dariye geche….”

“Shei bebostao mashi kache ache…. Tora ebar pant khule fel….”

R shobai pant khule tader kharano bara prodorshon korlo… 3-5 inch er choto kochi bara ma er shamne ashlo… Ma ke ebar Shontu bollo

“Mashima… Amar priyo rendi magi… Amader nunu ta chushe dao to…” Ma kono upay na dekhe, oder shamne hatu gere boshlo.. R ora shob gulo ma keg hire dhorlo… R ma oder bara chosha r handjob dite thaklo… 12-13 bochorer shei bacha ra prothom bar er moto ekjon narir kache, tao tader ma er boyoshi ekta narir kach theke noishorgik aram pete laglo…

“aaaahh…. Ki arammmm….” Ontu bollo

“aaaah….” Onno rao bolte laglo…

“Aah… Amar na hishi pacche… Khub hishi pacche…”

“Amaro….”

“Ami r rakhte parchi na … Ki korbo???” ekta chele bollo

“Mashima mukher bhetor fel… Mashima maal khete khub pochondo kore…”

“Ei nao…” bole ekta chele maal charlo… R ma haa kore shei maal puratuku tar mukhe nilo… Er por, onnorao, ma er mukhe maal charlo….. R ma er mukh bhore uthlo, kichu bacha cheleder maal diye….

  Chartei, ma er hush holo je, amra jekono shomoy fire ashbo… Tai taratari blouse porte porte bollo

“Tomra shobai taratari pant pore felo… R shuno…. Mashimar ei gift er kotha kaoke bolbe na… Thik ache????”

Shob ek shathe matha nere shommoti janalo….

  Shondha choy ta… Shurjo prae dubbe dubbe korche… Amra fire eshechi… Eshe dekhi, shob gulo chele pele rest house e shuye ghum… R Ma eka eka boshe ache….

Mashi to fire eshe obaak… Tarpor bollo

“Sharadin doura douri kore tired chilo to… Tai, eto taratari ghumiye poreche….” Ami muchki heshe bhablam… “Ha tired to hoyechei… Hoyeche, ma er shathe chodon khela khele…” :P

“Ora toke kono disturb kore ni to???” Mashi ma jigesh korlo…

“Na… Just amar shathe khela koreche???”

“Ki khela????”

“Eito…. Choya chuyi….” Ma heshe bollo…. Amio hashlam… Mashi kichu na bujhei haslo…

Edike, Baba r Mesho mod er botol khule bosheche…. Baba khub ekta mod khae na… Just occasionally majhe majhe khae… R Ma o tai… Odike, Mashima r Mesho abar regular… Ta, mod er botol khule ei khete bosheche… Baba-r abar taratari limit hariye fele… Baba halka kheyei bollo

“Amar boddo matha ghurache…” bole chair e boshei ma eliye ghumiye porlo…. R edike, mashi-r bhaloi dhoreche, r meshor o motamoti dhoreche.. Ma olpo kheyeche bole khub ekta dhoreni… Ta baba ghumiye poreche bole, mesho ebar amar shathe golpo korte thaklo… Halka patla golpo korar por, amay bollo

“Suhil amar shathe ekta side e asho to…”

“Ha mesho bolun…” Mesho ebar matal er moto totlate totlate bollo

“Ta, Suhil… Tomake ki je boll… bolbo bujh… bujhe pacchi na….”

“Bole felun mesho… Ami kichui mone korbo na….”

“Sho… Shotti to???”

“Ha….”

“Ta Suhil… Tomar ma na sherokom shundor!!!!”

“Kemon shundor mesho??”

“Mane.. Mane…. Sherokom… Mane sherokom sexy…. Ish ki maal!!!”

“Ha meshomoshay… Apnar bou o kom shundor na…”

“Tumi… Tumi thik e bole…. Bolecho… Amar bou er pod khana besh boro kintu tomar rendi ma er moto bishal bishal.. bishal boro boro mae jora nei…” Tarpor, theme abar bollo

“Shuno Suhil… Ami… Ami r parchi na… Tomar ma ke amar chae chae!!!”

“Ta… Thik ache… Kintu ek shorte…”

“Ki??? Tumi debe tomar ma ke???”

“Ha… Obboshoi.. Kintu, in return, ami apnar bou ke chudbo…”

“Thik ache… Obboshoi… Kintu tomar mashi ma ke je ami raji korate parbo na…”

“Ta,raji korabar dorkar porbe na…”

“Kintu tomar baba???”

“Baba, raat doshtar age hush firbe na…”

“Tobe tai hok….” Ebar amar shathe table er kache fire ashlo… Table e ma r Kakima bosha… Baba oghor ghume… Ma kakima ke bolche…

“Susmita... Tor r khawar dorkar nei… Tui emnei onek beshi kheyechish…”

“Na.. Arek peg…” Susmita mashi matal er moto bollo

“Ha.. Ma khete dao…” Ami heshe bollam… Tarpor, mashi glass e aro dui peg whiskey dhele dilam…. Mashi ta ek chumuke kheye fello… Tarpor, ma er dike takiye bollam

“Ma… Tomake Mesho ekta kotha bolte chae…” Mesho jeno r kotha chepe rakhte parlo na… Bollo

“Bina… Tomake amar chae chai… Tomar bishal boro dudh jora dekhe ami r thakte parchi na…” Ma ebar heshe bollo

“Ta dadababu…. Amake age bollei to parten….” bole Ma tar achol ta fele dilo… R mesho jhapiye pore, ma ke lip kiss kora shuru korlo… Edike, Mashi-r khub dhoreche… Tao abar khali pete kheyeche bole aro dhoreche… Mashi thik kichui bujhte parlo na… Ami aste aste mashir 32 C dudh chipe dhorlam… Mashi hashlo r bollo

“Bokachoda… Thik moto chipa jae na!!!! Amar shami-r moto kore tip!!!” amake r pa eke??? Mashi-r shari khana khule, lip kiss korte korte blouse r petticoat khule fellam… Tarpor, mashi-r baal bhora gud chushte laglam… R mashi amar matha chepe dhorlo tar gud er bhetor….

  Edike, Mesho ma, ke ulongo, kore, Ma ke guest house er lawn e fele ma er dudh khete laglo…

“Mmm… Bina… Tomar… Tomar ekhono dudh hoy???”

“Ha….”

“Aaahh…. Ki mishti!!!” bole mesho dudh khete laglo…

  Edike, mashi amar mukhe jol khoshiyeche… Ebar ami gelam mashir pechone boshe pod jora fak kore chat te laglam...kamrate laglam..pod jora

Tarpor angule lala mishiye poder futoy dhokate laglam..

mashi chechiye uthlo… Ami bollam

“checha checha saali aj tor gaand marbo...”tarpr angul diye pod chudte laglam…

Mashi adho adho hush thakte bollo

“Kintu okhane to amar shami chode… chodeni…. Kok… kokhono…”

“Ta, aaj ami tor pod er futo udbodhon korbo….”

“Na… Na…” Kintu mashir kotha na shune ami mashir pod e duto angul dhukiye dilam… Tarpor, amar bara ta set korlam…. Barae bhalo kore lala lagiye mashir pod er futo te set korlam….

“Please dohay lage…. Na…” bolae agei, ami thopash kore mash-ir pod e bara dhukiye dilam…. Kono mote ami shei tight pacha khanae matro tin inchi dhukate perechi…. R mashi chechabe bole, ami jor kore lip kiss kore rekhchi… Tarpor aste aste mashi-r tight pod khanae bara dhukate thaki… Mashi bethae halka halka dukre dukre kade… Ami take boli

“Eito… R ektu… Tarpori, aram lagbe…” aste aste mashi muscle gulo chere dey, r amar puro bara ta mashir pod e dukhe jae… Tarpor, aste aste ami chudte thaki… Mashi, totokhone aram peye geche…

“Aahh… Uhh… Aro jore… Aaah… Ure mairi… aaaah…” ghor er moddhe mashi aaro moja pete thake.. R amio amar thapanor speed bariye dei… Mashi aro aram pae… Bole

“Aaah…. Aro jore chod… Ami r parchi na… Amar ekhoni jol ber hobe…. Shala aro jore chod… Aaah….” Ami full speed e thapate laglam….

“Aaaaaaaah….” Bole mashi jol khoshalo…. Amio mashir pod e maal chere dilam….

  Edike, ma er gud choda shuru koreche Mesho… mesho tar 7 inchi bara niye raam thap dicche ma ke…. R ma anonde bolche…

“Eito… Shala… Aro jore… Chod tor bou er bandhobike…”

“Shali… Toke ami chude tor gud faak kore debo… Tor bokachoda shami jeno r chude kichu na korte pare…”

“Eito… Chod shala gandu… Aaj tor ek din ki amar ek din…”

“Aah… Aah… “ kore Mesho r thakte parche na… Chodar speed aro bariye dilo….

“Shala…. Eito…. Tui amake chod…. R tor bou ke amar chele chudbe….Aah… Chod… Aah…”

“Ami r parchi na Bina…. “

“Amio r parchi na…. Aah…” bole Mesho r Ma eki shathe maal charlo… Mesho, eke to matal, tar upor maal fele, weak hoye okhanei, kichukhon chokh bujhe pore thaklo… Ma ebar amader dike ashlo….

  Ami totokhone mashi-r bibahito gud khanae bara chalan kore diyechi….

“Aah… De… Amar gud khana de chude….”

“Shali, tor shami ki toke chode na???”

“Chode…. Kintu tor moto kore shala chode na…”

“Kemon lagche, tor bandhobir cheler choda khete???”

“Aaahh… Khu… Khub bhalo… Aah…..” Ma ebar mashir mukher upor tar gud khana niye bollo

“Ne Susmita… Tor shami-r maal amar gud theke chete chete kha…” Mashima, ebar tai korlo… Ek dike ami mashi ke chudchi… R mashi ma er gud khana chushe tar shamir maal khache…. Gud khawa shesh hole, mashi ke lip kiss kore mesho-r maal taste korlo… Tarpor bollo

“Kemon lagche re Susmita…”

“aaaah… Khub bhalo….”

“Amar chele tokae kemon aram dicche????”

“AAahh.. Emon aram ami amar bape… bap… Baper jonmeo khaini…”

“Suhil.. Baba aro jore chod tor mashi ke….”

“Ha…. Tor ma ja bolche tai kor baba….” Bollo mashi… Amio amar thapanor speed bariye dilam… Hotat maal felar kacha kachi… Tokhon bollam

“Maal kothae felbo???” Ma ebar mesho ke jigesh korlo

“Susmita ki pill khae???”

“Na…Ami shob shomoye condom po… pore chudi…”

“Ta mesho, kothay maal felbo???”

“Felo Susmita-r gud e…”

“Sure????”

“Ha…” Ma ebar Susmita mashi ke bollo

“Kire… Susmita… Kothae maal felbe???”

“Amar gud e felte bol… Amar gud e felte bol!!!”

“Kintu, jodi kichu hoye jae???”

“Aaah…. Eto ara… aram… felte bol… gudei felte bolll……”

“Tobe Suhil… De tor mashi-r pet ta fuliye…. Tor maal char ekdom bhetore…” bole amar balls niye khela shuru korlo… Ami aro uttejito hoye gelam… Ebar ma Susmita mashi ke lip kiss kore bollo

“Ne…Ebar amar cheler bacha pete dhor!!!” bole amar balls e ekta chap dilo… Ami puro puri control hariye fellam... R Mashi-r gud e maal charlam… Mashio amar shathe jol khoshalo… Ami mashi ke chepe dhore thaklam… R mashio gyan haralo…

  Raat doshta… Amra taxi te kore firchi… Baba hotat ghum bhanglo… Uthe dekhe, ami r Ma tar pashe….

“Kire.. Ki hoyechilo???”

“Ki r hobe… Tumi mod kheye ghumiye porechile…” Ma heshe bollo

“Oh…. Acha… Ta kharap party hoy ni kintu…” baba bollo

“Obboshoi na… Khub e moja hoyeche…. Ami ma er dike takiye hashlam…

  Onnodike, oi garite… Mesho drive korche… Mashi hotat gyan firlo….

“Ami kothae???”

“Garite… Amra kolkatae fire jacchi…”

“Ta, ki hoyechilo???”

“Tumi beshi mod kheye matal hoye gyan hariye felechile….”

“Shotti… Amar keno jani… Mone hocchilo… Suhil… Na thak…” mashi bhablo mashi ekta shopno dekheche… Tai r kisu discuss korlo na… Mesho bhoye r kisu bollo na… Mashi khali onubhob korlo,

tar gud khana keno jani rosh e tosh tosh korche… R pod khanae ektu betha lagche… Kintu kichuitei bujhte parlo na keno…

  Dosh din porer kotha… Dekhi, Mesho mishti niye hajir…

“Nomoshkar Meshomoshay… Kemon achen???”

“Bhalo nei…”

“Ta hotat mishti niye???”

“Susmita pathiyeche….” Ma etokhone amar pashe eshe dariyeche….

“Keno dadababu???”

“Susmita abaro maa hote choleche!!!”

“Ta to khub e khushir shongbad meshomoshay… Ta apnar mon eto kharap keno???”

“Karon… Bachar baap ami noi… Ami Ontu hoyar por theke Condom chara kokhono chudini!!!”

“Kintu, Susmita…”

“Or dharona, kono ekta condom chire giyechilo…”

“Hehe Mesho… Tobe sheta amari…” ami heshe bollam…

“Kintu kaaj ta to thik holo na…”

“Amar ki dosh??? Ami to jigesh korei korechi…”

“Kaaj ta thik holo na… Tobe, shomoshay nei… Tomar ma er peteo hoyto ekhon amar bacha….” Mesho heshe bollo.. Ma ebar Bollo

“Dadababu… Apni kichu korar onek agei, Suhil amar peter bebosta shere diyeche!!!”

  Mesho ha kore takiye thaklo…

  Kichudin porer ghotona…

Ek mash hoye geche… Tai, ma er pet ta halka boro hoya shuru koreche… R ma er krishno kalo bishal bishal mae jora, din din aro prokando hoye uthche… Ma er blouse gulo choto choto hoye geche… Ma eta baba ke bollo

“Ei, shuno… Amar na blouse gulo choto choto hoye geche…”

“Ki bolcho??? Sheidin e na blouse kine anle???”

“Ha… Bajar e giye shob chaite boro blouse khana kicechilum… Tao, shob choto hoye geche…”

“Ki bolo…”

“Ki r bolbo… Chele to ektar por ekta bacha pete debe, r mae gulo ki choto hoye thakbe naki???”

“Ta obbosho thik… Ta, bapu, kaal jai??? Aaj amar kichu client er shathe dekha korte hobe…”

“Na, aji jaowa dorkar…”

“Ta Suhil ke niye jao…”

“Suhil to bashay nei…”

“Suhil koi???”

“O geche, or ek bondhur bari…”

“Ta, r ki korar… Noren ke niyei jao…”

“Oito… Bajar er shomoy Noren… Shomoy debar shomoy Noren… Bacha debar shomoyo Noren…”

  Dada, tobe apnader ekta golpo bola dorkar… Shei shomoy ta jokhon Subir jonmo nilo…

Ta shei din ta chilo, normal ekta din… Ta ma r tokhon noy mash chole… Doctor boleche, dui ek din er moddhei bacha hobe… Ta, amra khub e excited… Ami r Noren da prothom bar er moto baba hote jacchi… Tao, amar nijer bhai… Ta shokal doshta…

Ma tar bishal bhari pet ta niye, khat e shuye ache… Baba office e jabe… Ma bolche

“Doctor to boleche, aaj kaal ker moddhe amar delivery hobe… Ta, tumi thakbe to???”

“Ha… Ami obboshoi thakbo… Tobe, ekhon amake office e jete hobe… Amar khub joruri kaaj…”

“Ta, din dui er jonne chuti nao na please???”

“Dekho Bina… Delhi theke lok jon esheche, kichu file er upor kaaj korte hocche… Ta, amar office e thaka khub e joruri… R shono, kichu hole to phone achei… Ami shathe shathe chole ashbo… Ki bolo??? Ta, aaj kemon lagche???”

“Ta, bacha ta tar baba-r motoi hoyeche… Khub lafalafi korche…”

“Ta, kaar chele dekhte hobe na???”

“Thik thik… Suhil er chele, Suhil er motoi to hobe…”

“Thik ache… Ami jacchi… Suhil kothae???”

“Suhil to college e geche… Or aaj ki porikha jani…”

“Acha… Noren, Noren kothay???” Ebar Noren da eshe hajir holo

“Eito Shaheb….” Noren da bollo

“Shuno… Tumi kintu tomar memshaheb er sheba korbe, thik ache??”

“Ji shaheb…”

“Ja ja lagbe... Shobi debe, thik ache???”

“Acha Shaheb…”

“Ami jacchi tobe…” bole baba brief case haat e niye rouna dilo… Noren da giye dorja lagiyei fire ashlo… Eshe ma er dike ek dristi te cheye thaklo…

Ma er dudh gulo aro bhari hoye geche tokhon… Noren da er mon khushi te bhore uthlo… Bishal bishal kalo mae jora ek shomoy shudhui khelar jinish e chilo... Ekhon shegulo theke ashol dudh ber hobe… Tao, shei bebosta koreche she nije… Ei bhabtei, tar laura khariye gelo… Ma ekta halka nil rong er maxi pore chilo… Maxi ta ma er bishal mae jora, r tar thekeo boro pet khana dhakte puroi okhom chilo…

“Ki dekhcho go Noren???”

“Kichu na memshaheb… Ta, shaheb bollo apnar jotno korte…”

“Jotno to tumi sharadin e koro tomar shaheb ghor theke ber hotei…”

Noren da ebar ma er kache eshe, ma er paan jora faak kore maxi ta uthiye, baal bhora gud e angul dhukano shuru korlo…. Ma thamate giye bollo

“Ai Noren… Na… Ekhon na…Aaaah….” Ma ebar chokh bondho kore moja nite laglo... Ei dui din, ami porikhar jonne ma ke shomoy dite parini… Edike, baba dudin bashay chilo, kintu pregnant bole, ma er shathe kichui kore ni… R baba thakate Noren da o kichu koreni… Tai ma er obosta ei dui din e khub e kharap chilo… Ekhon Noren da er shukh deoya te, ma r thakte parlo na… Just 5 minutes er moddhei, ma jol khoshalo…

Er por, Noren da tar dhuti uthiye bishal bar ate ma er shamne dhorlo… Ma tae k haat e dhore chosha shuru korlo… Noren da o du din dhore maal fele ni… Tai, Noren dao beshi khon rahte parlo na… Hotat kore ma ke thamiye dilo…

“Ki hoyeche Noren??? Thamiye dile keno???”

“Memshaheb… Onek din apnake moner moto kore chudi na…”

“Ta ei bepar… Ta, amay bollei to paro… Nao, ebar amake chodo…”

Bole pa khana faak kore dilo… Nij haat diye bishal bara ta ma er gud er shamne set korlo… Ma bollo

“Noren… …. Gud khana noy,pod khana chodo…”

“Na memshaheb… Onek din dhore apnar gud khana chudi na…”

“Na Noren… Suhil kei chudte dei na…”

“Please memshaheb???”

“Kintu tomar Shaheb Suhil kei baron koreche gud chudte… R tumi…”

“Shaheb to amake apnar pete bacha diteo boleni…”

Acha…Tobe, ek shorte…”

“ki???”

“Suhil jeno na jana…”

“Acha… Memshaheb, Suhil kokhonoi, janbe na, je tar poyati ma er gud, jei gud she chudte pare na, sheta barir kaajer lok marbe…”

“Tumio paro Noren…” Ma hashe…

R Noren da ebar ma er gud e bara chalan kore dilo… Tar ei boro bara khana ma er roshe bhora gud khanay shohojei dhuke gelo… Emnei, ma er kach theke chushiye Noren da-r obosta kharap… Tar upor, ma er tight gud khanae bara bhore, Noren da aro utola hoye uthlo… Heavy jore ma er gud khana thapate laglo…

“Aro jore chod shuorer bacha!!! Gud khana eke bare fatiyei fel…”

“Ta to felboi… Shala rendi magi kothakar… Tor gud khana aaj fatiyei felbo…”

“De shala…” Noren da speed aro bariye dilo… Bujhlo, Noren da er obosta khub e kharap… Bollo

“Mem… Tor gudei aaj ami maal felbo…”

“Fel… Fele, tor bachake tor maal diye snan koriye de!!!” Noren da r thakte parlo na… Ma er gud er bhetor chepe maal charlo… Etoi beshi porimane, je kichuta ber hoye ashlo… Edike, hotat ma feel korlo, tar kemon jani lagche… Gud khanae haat diye dekhlo, ma er gud e jol eshe geche… Ma bujhlo ki hocche…

“Ei Noren… Taratari… Aah… Amay uthao… Amar jol kete geche…”

“Ki bolchen Memshaheb???”

“Ja bolchi tai koro… Uri mairi… Taratari, amay clinic e niye cholo…”

Noren da ebar ma ke kole kore, doure niche namlo… Tarpor, ekta taxi deke ma ke niye clinic e gelo…

Bondhur barir kachei clinic… Ta, amay Noren da ber hobar shomoy phone kore chilo bole, ami taratari shob fele clinic e eshe ma ke niye OT te gelam… babakeo phone korechi… Kintu, baba phone dhore ni… Hoyto kono meeting e…

Ta, Clinic bolte gele porichitoi… Mane, ma shei clinic e ageo giyechilo check up korate… Shei shomoy, ekjon mohila gaini boshten… Hospital e bolte gele konoi bhir nei… Private hospital… Ta, ma er khub ekta pain chilo na… Kintu water break koreche bole, taratari OT te niye jacche doctor… Ta, Dr. Sima (Doctor er naam…), motamoti boyosko… Doctor r tar ekjon nurse eshe ma ke OT te niye giye gelo… Tarpor, ma ke bollo

“Apnar to water break hoyeche… Ta, ekhoni kichu korar dorkar…”

“Ta ekhon ki korbo Doctor???”

“Bacha-r baba ke dakun… Apnar normal delivery hobe…”

“Acha…” bole pasher nurse ke bollo

“Apni please baire darano, amar chele r kaaj er lok dariye ache, tader deke anun…” Nurse amader deke niye ashlo… Doctor ebar obaak hoye amake bollo

“Tumi onar ki how???”

“Chele…”

“Ta tomar baba kothay???”

“Office e… Tar to na ashleo cholbe, na???”

“Kintu bachar baba ke to lagbe…” Ma ebar bollo

“Ta erai bachar baba…”

“Mane????!” Doctor ektu obaak hoye bollo

“Ha… Ora dujon mile ek shathe mile amar pete bacha diyeche…”

“Ki bolchen eishob… Amar matha ghurche… Jai hok… Ebar apnar check up kori…” bole ma er petticoat khana uthiye, ma er gud check kora shuru korlo… Gud e haat ditei, jol r maal pora shuru korlo…

“Eire… Maal je ekhane…” Doctor bollo

“Ma… Tumi Noren da ke dile…”

“Ki korbo bol… Noren eto kore request korlo…”

Doctor ha kore takiye thaklo… Tarpor, ma er delivary process shuru holo… Ami R Noren da ma ke shahajjo korlam….

Du ghonta por, baba ashlo… Eshe dekhe, amar haat e ekta futfute shontan…

Ei bhabei, Subir er jonmo hoy….

Ta fire jacchi, present moment e…

Baba ma er haat e taka diye bollo

“Ta ei nao taka… Jao ebar…”

Ma ebar taka niye Noren da ke niye ber hoye gelo…

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“Ei Noren, ki korcho???”

“Na memshaheb… Apnar oi pod khana dekhlei khali khelte icche kore…”

“Ghoreo to charo na…”

“Ta korbo ki bhabe??? Shaheb jaak, tarpor dekhben, apnar oi tight pod khana tight thake ki bhabe….” Ma hashe…. Noren o hashe….

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Jai hok, elakar ek side e e parar tailor er dokan… Ekhon off season bole, lok jon nei bollei chole… Tar upor abar loadshedding… Tai, mom er alo jele Mobin kaaj korche… Mobin ei elakar purano bashinda… Boyosh hobe 50-60… Shei shuru thekei, tara elakar ek matro ladies tailors chalae…

Ta, Noren da r Ma, oder dokane dhuktei boro bhai Mobin bollo

“Nomoshkar Memshaheb… Apnar jonne ki korte pari???”

“Eito… Kichu blouse banate elam…”

“Acha… Tobe, blouse niye esheche, naki map nite hobe???”

“Na, map nite hobe…”

“Acha, ami ashchi… Ei du minute daran… Ami haat er kaaj ta shere ashchi…”

Edike, gorom er moddhe, ma r Noren da dariye ache…. Current nei bole fan o ghurche na... Ma bollo

“Ki bolo Noren… Bhaloi gorom poreche…”

“Ha memshaheb…. Kintu ei gorom e apnake aro shundor lagche…”

“Ki je bolo na Noren… Ghame amar blouse r Petticoat ga er shathe lege jacche, r tumi bolcho…” Emon shomoy Mobin ashlo… eshe ebar bhalo kore ma er dike takalo… Ebar kheyal kortei bujhlo, ki maal shamne dariye ache… Ma er dudh er dike deb deb kore takiye thaklo…

Ei Mobin, parar chele pele der, “Suhil er Ma” ke niye kotha bolte shuneche… Shuneche, Ei magi bole elakar sreshto magi…. Jemon mae, temon pacha… Chele pele ra chude r taal pae na…. Sheo dekheche, potha ghate… Ek polok er jonne…. Tatei, tar bara khariye giyechilo… Aaj shei magider shera magir pododhuli tar dokane porlo…

“Ta, map neben na???”

“Ha obboshoi… Ta, maap nite hole to, ektu shari ta namatei hoy…”

“Ta, apnar jetate shubidha hoy tai korun… Nao Noren, amar sharir achol ta dhoro…”

“Ji memshaheb…” Bole Noren da ma er achol khana dhorlo….

“Haa… Thik… Jaate amar dekhte shubidha hoy r ki…” mone mone bhablo Mobin… Ghame bhije, ma er tight blouse khana ma er mae gulor shathe eke bare lepte royeche… Shada blouse khana… Size e choto… Ma er bishal khaaj blouse er upor diye dekha jacche… R bota gulo mone hocche, blouse thikre ber hoye jabe…

Mobin ebar aste aste kore Ma er dudh gulo chepe chepe ma er maap nite thake… Ta ekbar iccha kore, ektu jore chap diye dey… Mobin er mone holo, ki makhon er moto norom tul tule ekta jelly tipche… Tipte tipte tar haat khana bhije gelo… Ei re… Eki shotti naki shopno…. Ei bishal bishal mae jora theke je dudh ber hoy, ei kotha Mobin biswas e korte parlo na..

Ma bhablo, hoyto, bhul e tipeche… Tai, bollo

“Sorry… Apnar haat ta bhije gelo… Dudh ber hoye giyechilo…”

“Ki!!! Dudh???” bole Mobin tar angul khana chete dekhlo… Aah… Angul gulo misti misti lagche… Aha….

“Ha dudh… Aaj onek khani dudh, baki royeche to… Tai…” Noren da ebar heshe bollo

“Memshaheb, bashay cholun… Tarpor, dekhchi, kototukun baki thake…”

“Ei na Noren… Aaj na… Suhil er baba-r jonne rakhte hobe….”

“Please memshaheb… Olpo ektu khabo…”

“Acha…. Thik ache… Bashay giye nei… Tarpor…”

Mobin ha kore kotha gulo shunte thaklo… Kintu thik bujhlo na…

Ebar bollo

“Ta, memshaheb, blouse er maap neoya shesh… Ta, ebar petticoat…”

“Petticoat amar achei…” Ma bollo

“Aha… Ek barei baniye felun na…” Noren bollo

“Acha thik ache…. Maap nin…”

“Ta, maap nite hole je…”

“Ki???” Ma totokhon bujhe feleche, Mobin er khela…. Tai, aro moja kore bollo

“Ei sharita…”

“Sharita ki???”

“Sharita khulte hobe…”

“Acha… Khulchi…” bole ma dhire dhire saree ta khule fello...tar bishal navi sudhu pet..mangshol pod ar brihot dudh choto blouse e dhaka thaklo shudhu… Gham e bhije petticoat tao ga er shathe lepte royeche… Petticoat ta poreche, ma nabhir niche…. Thik gud er ektu upore… Tai, ma er pet khana halka halka fola dekha jacche… R ma er navi r nicher chorbi jome aro sexy lagchilo ma ke… Mobin ha kore takiye thaklo ma er figure er dike… Mobin er jeno polok porche na… Ma ebar bollo

“Ki, apni, maap neben, naki ha kore takiye takiye dekhben???”

Ebar Mobin er hush firlo…

  Mobin ebar hatu gere boshe ma er komorer maap nebar cheshta korlo… Ma er pechon theke fita khani tene niye maap nite giye, ma er komorer er chorbi khanik ta chipe dite laglo… Tarpor, ma er pechone giye ma er pachar maap ta nite laglo…

Ma ebar ma er pachakhana chepe dhorlo Mobin er barar upor… Dhutir upor diyei, ma er bishal pachar khaje ghosha khete khete Mobin r thakte parlo na… Mobin er bara khana jeno lohar rod, jekono shomoy fete jabe, emon obosta…

“Bhalo kore maap nichen to???” Bole ma tar pachar khana diye aro ghosha dilo….

“Ji memshaheb… Aaaah….” Er por, ma bujhlo, je kaaj hoye geche… Tai, Mobin ke chere dilo… Mobin kono mote nijeke shamle nilo… Ma ebar bollo

“Ei re… Pechon ta bhija bhija lagche keno???” Noren da ebar heshe bollo

“Mobinda bhalo kore maap niyeche to… Bhalo kore maap nile, to ektu, bhijbei….” Ma heshe uthlo… Tarpor, bollo

“Ta gelam… Ta kobe ashbo???” Mobin ebar bollo

“Porshudin ashben….”

“Acha… Ashbo…”

Bole chole gelo tara…

Dui din por….

  Bikaal pachta… Baba-r office theke firte aro du ghonta baki… Ami kaaj e beriyechi, r Noren da geche bazaar e… Ta, ma bhablo, ei fake giye petticoat r blouse khana niye ashbe… Subir ke eka rekhe jaoya jabe na bole, ma oke niye beriye gelo…

Dokane giye dekhe, Mobin eka eka kaaj korche… Mobin ma ke dekhei, ma er bishal boro boro dudh er dike takiye thaklo… Ma ebar bollo

“Ki khobor??? Blouse r petticoat khana hoyeche???”

“Apnar blouse r petticoat khana banano hoye geche memshaheb…”

“Ta, khub bhalo… …” Ebar Mobin ma er haat e petticoat r blouse gulo diye bollo

“Ei nin memshaheb… Apnar kapor… Ami nije haat e baniyechi… Ekdom shera kaporer… Khub e patla…. Pore khub aram paben…”

“Ta, petticoat gulo bhaloi baniyecho… Kintu, beshi patla na??? Shobi to dekha jabe…”

Mobin mone mone bhablo “Shei to bhalo… Rendi der jonne rendi der moto dress…”

Tarpor heshe bollo

“Ta, memshaheb, eguloi ekhon latest fashion…” Emon shomoy bhetor theke Subir ashlo… Eshe bollo

Ebar Subir bollo

“Ma egulo, ki tomar???”

“Ha… Amar jonne baniyeche…”

“Ta, dekhi???”

“Ha… Ei dekho…” bole ma blouse r petticoat khana dekhalo… Subir ebar bollo

“Ma, please, egulo poro na… Tomake khub shundor lagbe…”

“Na baba pore porbo…”

“Na ekhoni please poro na…” Subir aro jorse chailo… Ebar Mubin o shujog er shod bebohar korlo

“Ji memshaheb, apnar pore dekha uchit… Porle, bujben, kemon fitting hoyeche kemon…”

“Ta, thik, kintu kothay porbo??? Ekhane to jaygao nei…”

“Daran, ami bebosta korchi…” bole, dokaner shutter khana lagiye dilo… Dokan ta ebar ektu ondhokar hoye gelo, karon kono janala nei.. Tai, Mobin ebar alo jaliye dilo… Tarpor, dokan theke beriye jete jete bollo

“Ebar porun... Ami baire darachi…”

“Acha, thik ache…” bole beriye gelo… Ma ebar aste aste shari khola shuru korlo… Shari khulte khulte hotat kheyal korlo, baam pasher deoyaler dike…. Deoyale, onek gulo futo… Drill machine diye kora… Ta, shei futor ekta diye dekhlo, ke jani dekhche… Ma er bujhte r baki roilo na, je Mobin e dekhche… Ma ebar na dekhar bhan kore, Shari ta fele dilo…. Fele, diye ebar blouse khana khule fello… Khule, tar bishal bishal dabka mae jora, prodhorshon korlo… Ma ebar halka chap ditei, dudh beriye porlo…

Onnodike, Mubin ha kore dekheche, r arek haat diye laura kheche… Ish, ki magi re… Kokhono kono magi-r eto boro dudh dekheni Mubin… Tar upor, ei magir dudh theke ekhono dudh ber hoy!!!

Ebar ma, ghure, Ma er petticoat er fita ta taan diye khule fello… R shathe shathe holud petticoat khana niche pore gelo; drisshoman holo ma er bishal bishal kalo pacha jugol… Ja dekhe mone hochilo ek ekta 10 kg ojoner!!! Ma ebar pacha khana halka faak kore, ma er choto pod er futo ta dekhalo.. Jeno, ekta chotto kalo golap okhane keo boshiye diyeche…

Mobin mone mone bollo “Shali, magi… Niche to dekhi panty o pore na… Ish, oi pod er futo ta jodi ekbar petam, ekkebare khal baniye chartam...”

Ebar notun petticoat khana porlo… Pettiocoat khana shada… Ma ebar petticoat khana niye, ekebare, gud ektu upore uthiye porlo… Ma er pachar kanchi ta dekha jacche, ebhabe petticoat khana porlo… Gham e bheja shorir… Tai, petticoat khana ma er ga er shathe lepte giyeche… Ebar ma blouse khana pora shuru korlo… Kintu, blouse ja baniyeche, ta ma er dudh er size er tulonae, besh choto… Tobuo, besh koshto kore, ta lagalo ma… Kintu etoi tight, je matro nicher tinta hook lagate parlo ma… R uporer duto kono bhabei lagate parlo na… R tate ja holo, ma er dudher khaaj bepok porihare dekha jete laglo… R blouse er chap er karone, ma er dudh ber hote shuru korlo…

Mobin oi dike mone mone hashlo… Bhablo “Ish… Budhita bhaloi hoyeche… Choto size banale bhebechilam abar ashbe thik korate… Ebar to jackpot!!!”

Oi dike, ma blouse er uporer botam khana lagate na pere, ebar Mobin ke dak dilo…

“Ei je, ektu ashun to…”

Mobin ebar ektu ghabre gelo… Lungir bhetore tar danda ta sherokom shokto hoye beriye ache… Ekebare khara… Ebabhe ki kore dhukbe she??? Tobuo, besh koshto toshto kore, beka hoye she ghore dhuklo… Dhuke bollo

“Memshaheb, bolun ki hoyeche…”

“Ja baniyechen, tate to amar dudh khana ekdomi dhorche na…”

“Ki korbo bolun memshaheb, apnar je bishal bishal dudh jora, ta te to ami bujhini, eto boro hobe…”

“Ta, ebar thik kore maap nin dekhi…”

“Acha…” bole ebar fita niye kache ashlo… Eshe, ma blouse er maap nite giyei, tar laura abaro khariye uthlo, ma er dudh er khaj shamne theke dekhe… R ta, lungir bhetor diye dariye uthe ma er gud er shathe lagte shuru korlo…

“Oki, ki badhche, okhane???” ma heshe bollo.. Mobin Lojja peye, ektu shore gelo… Ma ebar bollo

“Oki… Apnar ekhono ei obosta…”

“Ki korbo bolun memshaheb… Apni…”

“Ki???”

“Kichu na… Shunle, shaheb raag korbe…”

“Tomar shaheb to nei ekhane…”

“Tao…”

“Aha, bolona…” bole ma ebar kache giye Mobin er dhon dhore lungir upor diyei message korte thaklo… Mobin ebar weak hoye gelo… Bollo

“Memshaheb…. Apnar je bishal bishal dudh r pod jora, tate, kar na kharabe…”

“Ta, thik e bolecho… Ta, jehetu amay shomman kore eta uthe dariyeche, tai etake prappo shomman daoya uchit, ki bolo…” bole ma ebar hatu gere boshe Mobin er lungi uthiye, dhon ta mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo….

“Aaah…. Urre baba memshaheb… Aah…” pray pachminute dhore ma chushlo… Pach minute er mathatei, maal charlo Mobin…

“Ei, eta ki korle???”

“Oho memshaheb… Apni emon chosha dilen…”

“Ta, bhaloi korecho… Khide peyechilo… Kichu khaiye dile…”

“Ta memshaheb, ebar je amar o khide peyeche…” bole ma er blouse khana chire ma er dudh er upor lafiye porlo… Tarpor, ekta dudh mukhe pure khaowa shuru korlo…

“Aah…. Emon mishti dudh jonme khaini….”

“Pet bhore khao ebar…”

Edike, Subir shob boshe boshe dekhchilo… Bollo

“Uncle, uncle… Amar jonne ektu rakhben kintu… Ami kintu aaj raat e dudh diye bhat diye khabo…”

“Baba…. Tomar ma er dudh eto tasty… Ki kore je chari…” Ma ebar heshe bollo

“Khao tumi… Shomoshya nei…. Dudh khawar poreo thakbe…”

Mobin dudh chushte chushte abaro bara dariye gelo… Daratei, ebar bollo

“Memshaheb, abaro je dariye geche…”

“Ta, ebar ki kora jae shuni…”

“Memshaheb, ek bar jodi apnar chotto pod er futote bara ta dhukto na, tobe, baratar jibon sharthok…”

“Tobe, tai hok…” Ebar Mobin, petticoat khana uchiye, ma er pod er futor shamne, bara ta set korlo… Kore, dilo ek raam thap…. R puro 8 inchi bara ta ma er pod e dhuke gelo…

“uff… Aste baba….”

“Memshaheb, emon tight pod er futo, dekhle ki lov shamlano jae???” Ebar thapano shuru korlo… Thapate thapate, pray dosh minute por, Mobin bollo

“Memshaheb, ami r parchi na…” bole ma er pod er ontim ondho konay maale bhashiye dilo… R mao odike jol khoshiye fello….

  Ta, amader parar je neta ache, shei Shentu bhai amader shobar besh porichito… Thik amader elakar noy, kintu tar cholafera r bondhu bandhob amader elakae bole amra take chini…Bhalo kaajer tar kono record nei, tobe ebar barasat ek elakar kon nirbachone jani darate jaben… Tai, ebar bhalo kono kaaj korar cheshta korchen….

Ta, ei August er first week Breastfeeding dibosh… Tai, shei upolokhe, tini shei elakei jonosheba kore beraben… Tai, tar group e breastfeeding ekjon mayer dorkar, shombhranto poribar theke… Amader elakae, amrai bolte gele upper class er, plus, ei elakae amar ma tar dudher jonne shera…

Tai, hotat rasta diye jacchi, tokhon tar shathe dekha… Duto motorcycle e chore, 3 jon shango niye jacchilen… Emon shomoy, amay dekhe, tar ek chela, bollo

“Oi je dada… Oi je cheleta, jar kotha bolchilam…” Ei shuntei tini Motocycle thamalen… Thamiye tar sunglass ta namiye amay bollen

Er age, amar shathe kokhono tar kotha hoy ni… Pujor mondope tondope dekheche amay obbosho… Ta bolche,

“Tumi na Jibon babu-r chele…”

“Ha…”

“Amay cheno to???”

“Ha Dada…”

“Ta, tomar ma kemon achen???”

“Bhaloi achen aaj kaal…”

“Ta, tomar ekta choto bhai ache na???”

“Ha… Ache….”

“Ta khub e bhalo… Shuno, tomar ma ekhon bashay achen to??? Amar ekta joruri kaaj chilo…”

“Ha bashatei achen…”

“Tomar baba kothae???”

“Eito, office er kaaj e ektu baire geche…”

“Ta aro bhaloi hoyeche… Ta ami jai tomar ma er shathe dekha kore ashi…”

“Acha thik ache…”

Bole ami hata dilam... R tara motorcycle taan diye amader barir shamne giye pouchlo…

Calling bell du bar dawar por du minute por Noren da dorja khullo

“Ke go bapu!!! Memshaheb ekhon ghumoche…Pore ashish tora…”

“Ei khulo… Shentu bhai esheche…” bollo or ek chela… Noren da chine dorja khullo… Khule bollo

“Sorry dada… Bhul hoye geche… Ami bhebechilam, parar chele pele ra abar esheche…”

“Keno, ora disturb kore naki…”

“Na, eshe memshaheb er shathe dushtumi kore r ki…”

“Ta, tomar memshaheb ki ghumoche naki???”

Emon shomoy upor theke ma daak dilo

“Ki go Noren… Amay fele kothae gele abar!!!”

“Eito, memshaheb, Shentu bhai esheche…”

“Ta bolo, Shaheb bari nei… Bari ashbe kichudin por… Tokhon ashte bolo…”

Ebar Shentu bollo

“Apni jodi ektu niche ashten kakima… Apnar shathe ektu kaaj chilo…. Kakur shathe noy…”

“Amar shathe abar kaaj…. Acha, naamchi…” bollo ma…

Prae dosh minute por, ma namlo… poron e ekta choto maxi( choto bola karon dudher size prochondo increase koraye maxi hatur opor e uthe geche)… Niche kono bra panty nei…

Ma ke dekhei ora obaak hoye jae… maer dudh jora tar samne lafie proman kore dieche ma er dudher pahar soman size....ar maxir upor je ucchhotta srishti hoyeche ta je kono lok ke pagol banate jotheshto...

Ta, ma bollo

“Ta, amar shathe ki kaaj bapu??? Suhil ki kono ulta palta koreche naki???”

“Na, omon kichui na… Suhil khub e bhalo shobhaber chele… Or naam e konoi, complain nei…”

Ma mone mone hashlo… Complain ba hobei kotha theke… Shobai je or shathe golay gola joriye haat te chae… Tar ma er gud er bhetor laura bhorar jonne…

“Tobe r ki kaaj thakte pare…”

“Ta dekhun kakima… Apni ei elakar ek jon bishisto nari bektitto… Tai…”

“Tai ki???”

“Apni, ekjon birat boro example hoto paren, mayeder…” Ma hashlo… Bollo

“Ta, ami example hole, parar chele pele ra r keo ghor theke ber hoto na…”

Ora ektu boke bonlo… Kintu ta shotteo, bollo

“Na, ei shoptaho ta to bissho Breastfeeding dibosh….Tai, apni jodi amader shathe…”

“Eto mohila thakte, ami keno???”

“Ta, apnei best ei position er jonne… Apnar ekta choto chele achen… Plus, apnei ei elakar…”

“Acha, thak thak… Ta ki korte hobe amake…”

“Oi, amader shathe ektu ghora ghuri korte hobe bosti gulote… Shekhankar gorib mayeder shocheton korte hobe…”

“Ta…. Bishowta…”

“Dekhun, chintar kichu nei… Apni ekjon adorsho…”

“Acha, at least amar family-r shathe discuss kore nei… Ami aaj ratei phone kore janabo…”

“Acha, thik ache tahole… Eije amar card rekhe gelam… Amay just raat e phone deben…”

“Acha… Thik ache…”

Ebar ma tader dorja porjonto egiye dilo… Jawar age Shentu bhai bollo

“kakima… Apni janen na… Apnar kache ki shompod ache…” Ma hashlo… Heshe bollo

“Shompod gulo to ami nijer kache rakhi na… Biliye debar jonnei egulo ache…” bole ma dorja aatke dilo…

Shedin raat e…

Khabar table e, ami baba r ma… Ma amader serve korche… Emon shomoy shokaler proshongota uthlo… Ma bollo

“Ha go, aaj na ei parar Shentu eshechilo…”

“Kon Shentu???” baba jigesh korlo…

“Oi je, parar neta gocher cheleta…”

“Oh, acha… Ta, hotat keno???”

“Ta, o ekta kaaj e eshechilo… Or elakae, or hoye amay kichu kaaj korte boleche…”

“Or abar kon elaka???”

“Oi barasaat ere k elakae…”

“Oh acha… Ta ki kaaj???”

“Jono sheba r ki…”

“Kemon jonosheba???”

“Mane, ei shoptahota to Bishwo Breasfeeding dibosh… Tai…”

“Ta, tomar ki korte hobe…”

“Okhan kar gorib mayeder gyan dite hobe…”

“Ta eto mohila thakte tumi keno???” Ebar jothashombhob gombhir hoye bollam

“Aha, baba, Ma hocche ei elakar role model… Tar upor, Mayer ja shondorjo…”

“Aha… Kintu chokra guloke khub ekta shubidhar lage na…”

Ami r ma mone mone haslam… Ma customer theke shuru kore dakat der hateo chodon kheye fire esheche… Shekhane, era to shishu matro… 

Ami tai heshe bollam

“Na baba, chintar kichui nei… Shentu da manush bhalo…”

“Kintu…”

“Aha… Baba, ma jonogoner sheba korche… R tumi ki bhabe ta badha dao…”

“Na, sheta na… Acha, thik ache… Tobe shabdhane theko…”

“Acha… Thik ache….” Bole ma hashlo…

  Porer din shokale…

Shokal 11.00… Ma kotha moto, Shentu da er office er shamne dariye ache…

Ma er porone, ekta kalo chiffon er sari… Niche bra r panty chara (she r bolte!) shada blouse r petticoat… Ma icche korei, ekta purono blouse baniyeche, ja beshe tight… Tai, tar bishal ekta dudher khaaj hoye royeche…. R petticoat o poreche, ta navir niche…. Sharita emon bhabe dudh er majhe set koreche, jeno, ma er gobhir navi khana bhalo korei dekha jae… Mukhe halka makeup…

Ma er emon tight blouse porte dekhe Noren da shokale bollo

“Memshaheb, apnar dudh gulo ebhabe eliye kothae jacchen???”

“Ta, jachhi jonosheba korte…”

“Tai to dekhte pacchi…. Ta, jonosheba korar age, ekbar ghorer dike to ekbar takan!!!” bole ma er dudh ekta chipe dhorlo Noren da… Ma bollo

“Ish, tomar r tor shoy na… Charo bolchi… Tomar shaheb upore ache, r tumi niche tomar memshaheb er dudh tipcho…”

“Aha, memshaheb, shaheb to ghumoche… Ektu dudh khete din na…. Sharadin to r ami pabo na….”

“Aha na…”

“Please!!!”

“Acha…” bole ma blouse khana khule dilo….

  Jai hok, thik 11.30 dike, Shentu tar dolbol niye duto motocycle e chore elo… Eshe to tader chokkhu choroc gaach... Shob gulo chele pele ma er dike lovi chokhe takiye thaklo… Ma tader puro drishti upekha kore Shentu ke bollo

“Ki, ami shei nota theke dariye achi…”

“Sorry kakima… Hoyeche ki, rastae jam…”

“Jai hok… Cholun… Tobe kakima, aaj apnake sherokom lagche…”

“Ki rokom???”

“Mane, khub e shundor…” R mone mone Shentu bollo “Magi, tor dudh ami khaboi khabo!!!”

  Porer din shokale…

Shokal 11.00… Ma kotha moto, Shentu da er office er shamne dariye ache…

Ma er porone, ekta kalo chiffon er sari… Niche bra r panty chara (she r bolte!) shada blouse r petticoat… Ma icche korei, ekta purono blouse baniyeche, ja beshe tight… Tai, tar bishal ekta dudher khaaj hoye royeche…. R petticoat o poreche, ta navir niche…. Sharita emon bhabe dudh er majhe set koreche, jeno, ma er gobhir navi khana bhalo korei dekha jae… Mukhe halka makeup…

Ma er emon tight blouse porte dekhe Noren da shokale bollo

“Memshaheb, apnar dudh gulo ebhabe eliye kothae jacchen???”

“Ta, jachhi jonosheba korte…”

“Tai to dekhte pacchi…. Ta, jonosheba korar age, ekbar ghorer dike to ekbar takan!!!” bole ma er dudh ekta chipe dhorlo Noren da… Ma bollo

“Ish, tomar r tor shoy na… Charo bolchi… Tomar shaheb upore ache, r tumi niche tomar memshaheb er dudh tipcho…”

“Aha, memshaheb, shaheb to ghumoche… Ektu dudh khete din na…. Sharadin to r ami pabo na….”

“Aha na…”

“Please!!!”

“Acha…” bole ma blouse khana khule dilo….

  Jai hok, thik 11.30 dike, Shentu tar dolbol niye duto motocycle e chore elo… Eshe to tader chokkhu choroc gaach... Shob gulo chele pele ma er dike lovi chokhe takiye thaklo… Ma tader puro drishti upekha kore Shentu ke bollo

“Ki, ami shei nota theke dariye achi…”

“Sorry kakima… Hoyeche ki, rastae jam…”

“Jai hok… Cholun… Tobe kakima, aaj apnake sherokom lagche…”

“Ki rokom???”

“Mane, khub e shundor…” R mone mone Shentu bollo “Magi, tor dudh ami khaboi khabo!!!”

Ta, tara shobai dhuklo, bostitar bhetore…. Shekhane giye prothom je barita ache, shekhane ekjon ma ekta baccha ke fidar diye dudh khawache… Ta,shekhane jetei, Shentu shuru hoye gelo…

“Aha, eki korchen… Apni buker dudh badh diye fidar er dudh khawachen keno???”

“Keno??? Gorur dudh aro bhalo na???”

Ma ebar bollo

“na, Obboshoi na… Buker dudh er upor r kichu ache naki???”

“Kintu ki korbo bolun… Buk e je r dudh hoy na…”

“Ta, doctor dekhiyechen???”

“Doctor dekhabo ki bhabe??? Taka pabo koi???”

Ebar Shentu-r shango ekta bollo

“Aha… Mashima, apni amader Shentu bhai ke bolben na??? Tini to apnaderi shebae niyojito…”

“Ha ha… Ami apanke bina takae chikitsha korar bebosta kore debo…. Tobe ekhon kar ekta bebosta korchi apnar bacchar jonne…” Shentu bollo

“Ki bebosta?”

“Ei je, amrai ekjon ma ke niye eshechi, jini apnar chele ke dudh khawabe…”

“Mane???”

“Kakima…. Ektu khaeye din na baccha take…”

“Na… Ekhon….”

“Kakima, dekhun na… Bachatar pushti-r obhab hocche… Apnar dudh kheye bacha ta abar bol fire pabe…”

“Kintu…”

“Kintu, noy kakima… Apnie to nijer agrohe amader shathe eshechen… Ekhon abar erokom korchen keno???”

“Acha, thik ache… Kintu ghorer bhetore jeye nei…”

“Aha, ghorer bhetore dhukben keno??? Bhetore to gorom… Ekhanei boshun…” Ma ke bollo Shentu…. Tarpor, tar shangoder ke bolo

“Ai tora dariye achish keno??? Bhetor theke ekta chair niye aay…” R shathe shathe ek jon duto chair niye hajir… Ma r ki korbe, ebar boshlo… Tarpor, blouse khana khullo… Khultei tar bishal dudh ekta ber korlo… Ber koriye bachatake kole niye khawano shuru korlo… R edike, tar shob shango pango ra, ma er bishal mae er dike, ha kore takiye thaklo… Ei ashay, kokhon tara bachatar jaega ta dokhol korbe… Eri majhe aro kichu mayera joro hoye geche… Shentu o tar kaaj e lege poreche… Shobai ke upodesh dicche… R bolche, bolche, tader bacha gulo ke niye ashte… Orao kotha moto niye ashlo… Prae char pachjon tader bacha niye hajir hoyeche… Ebong mayera ma ke bibhinno rokom er proshno korche…

“Memshaheb, apnar gulo ki ashol, naki operation kora???” ekjon jigesh korlo…

“Na, ashol e…”

“Apnar bacha kaccha koy jon???” arekjon jigesh korlo…

“Amar dui chele…”

“Dui chelei ki ekhono dudh khae???”

“Ha… Dui chelei khae….”

“Ta, cheleder boyosh koto???”

“Ekta 19 arekta 3 bochor boyosh…”

“Ki bolchen mairi…. Ekjon eto boro, arekjon eto choto???”

“Ha…”

“Ta apni je bollen, dui chelei dudh khae???”

“Ha…. Dujon ei dudh khae…”

“Ta, dudher short pore na???”

“Na… Amar dudh er kokhonoi short pore na… Chele pele ra khawar por, thik e raat e shami eshe dudh khae!!!”

“Ore mairi!!”

Edike, ekta bacha dudh khawano shesh… Ebar Shentu bollo

“Ai, tora eshe duto bacha ke dhor…”

Ma ebar ektu obak…. Bollo “Keno???”

“Aha… Erao to dudh khabe…”

“Kintu…”

“Kakima, konoi kintu noy….” Bole ma er achol khana fele dilo… Diye, ma er arek dudh khana ber korlo... Kore tip diye bollo

“Mashimara , ebong boudi ra… Dekhun, ei kakima-r dudh apnader bachader khawano hobe… Apnara eke eke line dhore chole ashun… Ma badha debar agei, duto shango kole duto bacha niye eshe ma er dudher shamne dhorlo… R bacha gulo ma er dudh chosha shuru korlo… Ebhabe, elakar prae shob baccha kei ma er dudh khawano holo…

Khawano sheshe ma er dudh gulo, fulo utheche, eto choshar karone… Tao 20 jon bachake ke khawanor por o dudh shesh holo na… Ebar ma blouse porte gelo…. R Shentu badha diye bollo

“Kakima, eto shobe shuru…” bole blouse khana khule nilo… Khule niye ebar ma ke bostir majhe ekta stand toiri kora hoyeche, shekhane niye gelo… Giye tarpor, tara shobai boshlo… R Shontu mike niye ghoshona deoya shuru korlo….

“Priyo meshomashima, dadaboudi ra… Nomoshkar...” tarpor, tar bhashon dilo…. Er por, kichukhon bhashon deoyar por, bollo

“Dekhun, aaj amader shathe ache, jonodorodi netri ebong shomaj shebok, jinni shudhu apnaderi jonne, bishwo breastfeeding dibosh e apnader bacha der dudh khawate eshechen… Ebar monche ashben Bina Roy, jini apnader uddeshe duto kotha bolben… Ma ebar aro oprustut hoye porlo… Pore bollo

“Na, amar kichui bolar nei…”

“Aha, kakima… Lojja-r kichu nei…” edike bosti-r shobai ma er ashar jonne chilla chilli shuru korlo… Ma ebar baddho hoyei, kono mote achol diye dudh gulo dekhe ebar stage e uthlo… Uthe eshe ebar bollo

“Nomoshkar, Dada o Didira… Ami Bina Roy, Shentu-r request e apnader elakae eshechi… Aaj bishwo breastfeeding week e, ami shobaike buker dudh khawate udbuddho korar jonnei ekhane eshechi… Ebong kichu opushto bachader dudh khawate pere ami nijeke dhonno mone korchi…” Ebar Shentu bollo

“Tahole, Bina Roy er jonne jore ekta tali!!!” Aro korotalite bhore gelo bosti… Ma ebar boshte jabe… Tokhoni Shentu bollo

“Ma er dudh je gorur dudher cheye jemon beshi pushtikor, temoni ,tar shad o temon mojar… Tai, ami apnader theke pach jon ke monche eshe Bina Roy er dudh r Gorur dudh cheke dekhar jonne monche dakchi…” Ma ebar obak hoye gelo… R edike, stage e ashar jonne hurohuri lege gelo… Bohut mara marir pore, pach jon ke select kora holo… Ekjon, Rickswala, ekjon bus driver, ekjon muchi , r parar duto, chengra chele, jara Shentu-eri group, tara upore ashlo… Prothome tader shobai ke gorur dudh ek glass kore doeya holo…. Shobai ek chumuk kore khelo…

Tarpor, Shentu bollo “Nin ebar Bina Roy er dudh khan…” bole ma er achol ta fele dilo… Prae 300 jon bosti-r lokeder kache drishhoman holo ma er bishal kalo kalo dudh jora…. Ja, eto din shudhu tar parar chere pelerai, chekhe dekheche… Ebar bosti-r kotogulo lok, tar dudh er upor jhapiye porlo… R shuru holo ma er dudh niye tana tani… Ke beshi dudh khete pare…. Mara mari kore, ma er shathe dhosta dhosti korte laglo… Edike, tanatani te, ma er shari khana khule gelo…. R stage er upore, eto gulo lok er shamne, ma just petticoat pore, oi pach jonke dudh khawate laglo… R tara, ma er bishal bishal ma jora achre kamre, tene khawaa shuru korlo… Ekjon to petticoat er fite dhore taan dite gelo… Ei dekhe Shentu oke bollo

“Ai… Dudh khete diyechi… Tate, mon bhorche na… Shala, pet bhore dudh kha…. Ogulo shudhu party-r lokeder jonne….”

Prae dosh minute por, jokhon shobai pet bhorti holo, tokhon tara ma ke chere, ebar uthlo… Ma o kono mote dariye ma er shari ta uthote laglo… Ebar Shentu tader jigesh korlo

“Ta, kemon laglo???”

“Dada…. Gorur dudh er kono shad ache naki??? Ma er dudh er jemon pushti, temon shad…”

“ Tomar kemon laglo???” arek jon ke jigesh korlo

“Shei r bolte dada… Ami r kono din Gorur dudh khabo na… Bouke shara bochor e pregnant rakhbo!!!”

Ta, ebar heshe Shentu bollo

“Dekhechen…. Ma er buk er dud her upor r kichui nei….”

  Shondha shat ta… Ma kono mote shari ta poreche… Ebar Ma Shentu ke bollo

“Baba, ebar blouse khana dao…”

“Kakima… Etokhon, to parar lokeder jonosheba korlen… Ebar amader ektu koren…” bole ma ke bosti-r pashei party office e niye gelo… niye giye bollo

“Kakima, ebar apni petticoat khana khulte paren…”

“Kintu, Ekhon na… Sharadin dudh khae je amar dudh gulo fule ache…”

“Kakima, emon korle to hoyna!!!” bole ebar ekjon shari khana dhore taan dilo… Arek jon, petticoat khana khule fello… khultei, ek jon pod arekjon gud hatu gere boshe chosha shuru korlo… R Shentu r arekjon mile ma er dudh chosha shuru korlo…

Er por, Shentu bollo

“Ta, Kakima, aaj bhaloi to lok jon ke khawalen….. Tai, amra ebar apnake khawai!!!” bole ebar ma er mukhe Shentu tar danda ta bhore dilo…. R onnodike ek jon ma er pod r arekjon ma er gud e bara bhore chudte thaklo….

Du din por…

Raat atta… Bashay ami baba r Ma TV dekhchi…. Porshudin raat barotayjokhon ma fireche, tokhon ma er obosta motamoti kharap… ma er sara sorir e nokh,dat,er cinho... Baba shedin eshe tara tari ghumiye poreche bole kichu dekheni…

Aaj dekhi, Shentu r tar shangopango ra mile bashay hajir….

Baba tader dekhe boshte bollo

“Ki he hotat misti niye eshecho bashay???”

“Kaku.. Ki r Bolbo… Amra election e prae tin gun beshi vote e jitechi!!!”

“Ki bolcho????”

“Ha!!! Ebong, tar krittito shudhu matro, Kakimar…”

“Keno, tomar kakima to ekdin khali tomader shathe giyechilo…”

“Oi ek dineri jono shebai amra puro Elakabashir mon joy kore felechi…” Baba ebar haslo…. Ma ke bollo

“Tumi to dekhchi jadu jano…”

Ebar Shentu-r aste kore ma er kaan eshe bollo

“Kaku thik e bolechen… Apnar shorir diyei apni jadu dekhan!!!!”

Ma shudhu mukh tipe hashlo…

  Kichu din porer ghotona…

Ma er pet khana ek dofa aro bereche… Ekhon bojha jacche, je ma poyati…

Tai, ekhon dudh jora aro kichuta bereche… R shei krishno kalo dudh gulo theke unlimited shada mishti dudh ber hocche… Oi dike, pod joray arektu mangsho bereche… Tate ma ke aro sexy lage…

Ta raat doshta… Shobe ami r baba chodon deoya shesh korechi… Ta, Amra dujon porisranto hoye ma er du pashe dujon shuye achi… Ta edike, ma bolche…

“Ta, ami onek din thekei ekta kotha bhabchilam…”

“Ki Bina???” Baba jigesh korlo…

“Amader Subir… Or to 3 bochor holo… Ta oke pre-college e bhorti korabar shomoy hoyeche na???”

“Ha… Ta to hoyeche…”

“Ta, ami chinta korchi, amader parar je kinder-garten ta ache, tate to bhorti niche, na re Suhil???”

“Ha ma…” Ami bollam

“Ta, kaal giye cholo bhorti koriye ani Subir ke…”

“Aha… Amar ekhon officer khub kajer chap… Ami ekhon parbo na…” Baba bollo…

Ma tokhon baba ke pochiye bollo

“Ta parbe keno??? Tumi chile na bolei, to chele ma er pete bacha diyeche… Ekhon shob bhar to cheler gharei pore… “

Ami hashlam… Baba r kichu na bole pash fire ghumiye porlo…

  Porer din shokale…

  Amader elakate r kono kindergarten nei… Shudhu ektai kindergarten… R onno je shob kindergarten ache, ta shob guloi onek dure dure... Plus. Eta private college der moddhe shob cheye bhalo… Tai, etatei bhorti korabar shiddhanto amra niyechi…

Ami r Ma Subir ke niye college e gelam… Ta, ei college ta paray notun hoyeche… Private college…

Ta ekhon college chuti… Notun session shuru hobe next month theke… Tai, college bolte gele faka… Ta okhankar office e gelam…

Office e ek jon mohila boshe achen… Amra jetei bollen.

“Nomoshkar… Apnader ki bhabe shahajjo korte pari???”

“Amra oke bhorti korate ashchilam je…”

“Oh acha… Sorry, admission er seat fulfilled….”

“Acha please ektu dekhun na… Kichu kora jay kina…”

“Ekhon ami ki korbo??? Plus shei duty officer to kichu din er jonne bari geche… Tini ashle hoyto kichu ekta kora jete pare…”

Emon shomoy ek jon moddho boyoshko lok pash diye hete gelen… Tar chokh puro puri ma er bishal bishal dudh er khaj er upor… Eshei oi mohila ke bollo

“Ai ki shomoshya dolly???”

“Na sir… Era eshechilo Admission er jonne… ta bollam seat full… R Nogen babu to bari gechen… tai bollam pore ashte…”

“Aha… Nogen giyeche to ki hoyeche, ami achi na…” Ebar ma er dike takiye bollo

“Nomoshkar… Amar naam Narayon Biswas… Ami ei college er principal ebong protishthata… Ta, apnara doya kore amar room e chole ashun amar shathe…”

Amra ebar uthe daralam… Uthe dariye onar piche piche onar office e gelam…

Office ta motamoti boro shoro… Janala gulo shob porda diye dhaka… AC ache bolei room tao besh thanda…

Ta, ebar lok ta amader shamne boshlo… Boshe bollo

“Boshun boshun…”

Amra boshtei ebar tini Subir ke bollo

“Ta, babu tomar naam ki???”

“Amar naam Subir…”

“Khub e shundor naam…” Ebar amader dike takiye bollo

“Ta, oke bhorti korabar jonnei asha, na???”

“Ha…”

“Apnader jodi ektu porichoy diten…”

“Oh ha.. Ami Bina Roy… R eta amar boro chele Suhil Roy…”

“Ta, cheler ma koi??? Apni ki bachar didima???”

“Na, ami or ma…”

“Bolchen ki??? Mane, kichu mind korben na… Apni ekhono bolte gele besh young dekhte… Kintu, cheleder eto difference…”

“Ki r korbo bolun… Chelei jokhon cheler baap, tokhon r ki korar…” bole ma amar dike hashlo… Principal ektu bhebacheka kheye bollo

“Ta apnader basha ta kothae???”

“Eito, oi paratar thik majh khane…”

“Ami elakata khub bhalo kore chini na… Tobe, bashata ki bosti tar pashe???”

“Ha…”

“Oh acha… Ta, apnader bolei dei, amader college er admission er seat full…”

“Ki bolchen???”

“Ha… Amra khub kom bachai nei, jate tader thik moto jotno kore porano jae…”

“Ta ekhon kichui kora jabe na bujhi???” ami bollam…. Bole iccha korei, ma er sharir achol ta ektu shoriye dilam… R blouse e bhora dudh er bishal khaj prodorshito holo… R tate, principal shaheb puro puri bhorke gelo… Ha kore takiye thaklo ma er dudh er dike…. Ami tai amaro jigesh korlam…

“ta, kichui ki kora jabe na???”

Ebar principal amta amta kore ma er dudh er khaj er dike takiyei bollo

“seat full hoyeche kina… tobe…”

“Apnar ja dorkar, ami tai dibo…” bole ma er achol khana fele dilam…

Ebar r principal thakte parlo na… Bollo

“Ta, ami special consideration e oke nite pari…. Tobe, tar bodole, amar o kichu lagbe…”

“Ki lagbe???” Ami tease kore bollam… Principal ebar uthe dariye fan ta chere dite gelo… Tarpor, ma er shamne eshe daralo… Edike, tar pant er bhetorei tara laura jege utheche… Tai, dhakar chesta korte laglo, baka hoye dariye… Kintu tar agei, ami pant er dike point kore bollam

“Aha ma… Dekho, tumi principal shaheb er ki obosta korecho… Bechara ekhon shoja hoyei darate parche na…”

“Ami abar ki korlam???” Ebar ami ma er bishal dudh jorar pechon theke ojon korar moto kore bollam

“Tumi to kichu koro ni… Koreche tomar ei dosh KG ojon er ek ekta attar bosta!!!”

  Ma ebar haat bariye principle shaheb er bara khana pant er upor diyei ghoshte laglo… Tate, principal shaheb r dariye thakte parlo na… Table er upor e helan diye daralo… R ma pant er upor diyei tar bara khana ghoshte laglo… Ebar ma ke bollam

“Ta ma… Principal shaheb to koshto pacchen… Onar koshto ta laghob koriye dao…”

“Sheta ki bhabe korbo shuni???”

“Tomar mukhe pure etake ador kore dao… Tate, tomaro pet bhorbe, sir ero koshto kombe…”

“Tui thik e bolechish…” bole ma pant er chain khule sir er 7 inchi bara ta ber kore mukhe purlo… Sir aram gungiye uthlo

“Aaah…. Eki korchen apni??? Aaah…”

“Keno bhalo lagchilo na???” ma mukh theke bara khana ber kore… Sir ebar aro horny hoye uthlo… Bollo

“Sorry, sorry… Ja korchilen korun…” r ma abaro tar bara khana mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo…

Ebar ami bollam

“Ta, principal shaheb, kemon lagche???”

“Jeno shorgo…Aah….”

“Ma bhalo kore chushe diyo…” R ma aro taratari blow job dite thaklo… R tate, sir er obosta aro kharap hoye gelo…

“Ta principal shaheb, amar choto bhai ki ki shubidha pabe apnader college e???”

“Amader college joto rokom shubidha, apnar choto bhai shei shob guloi pabe… Aaah… Ami r parchi na…”

“Ta, apnader college e scholarship o ache naki???”

“Ha ache…”

“Ta, scholarship pete hole ki korte hoy???”

“college e first hote hoy…”

“Kintu, amar choto bhai to college e matro bhorti hocche….”

“Aaah…” bole ma er mukh khana chepe dhore principal shaheb bollo

“Ta, apnar choto bhai ke next porikha debar shomoy first hote hobe…”

“tahole, bhorti hote koto lagbe???”

“Amader admission fee… Aah…”

“Sheto onek…”

“Sheta chara to bhorti kora jabe na…”

“Tahole ma, thamo…” Principal shaheb tokhon maal felar ektu age… Ei obostate blow job daoya bondho hoyate, principal shaheb er obosta khub e shochoniyo hoye uthlo… Tini pagol er moto ma ke bollo

“Ki holo… Chosha bondho korlen keno??? Please chushun…”

“Na ma chushbe na… Jotokhon na tini Subir ke scholarship diye free te bhorti korabe, totokhon tumi oi bara khana chushe debe na…”

“na na… Please… Ami r parchi na…”

“Tahole, scholarship deben to amar chele ke???” Ma jigesha korlo…

“Cheshta korbo…”

“Tahole, amio bara choshar cheshta korte thakbo…” ma tease kore bollo….

“Acha acha… thik ache…” sir r na pere bollo… Experienced rendi magir mukher chosha chere ki r keo thakte pare!!!

“Ami oke full free scholarshipei bhorti korabo!!! Ebar please amar bara ta chushe din…”

“Apni sure to???”

“100%!!! Ami r parchi na…”

“Ma sir er koshto khana mitiye dao…” r ma mukh chalalo… R sir thakte parlo na… Ma er mukh khana chepe dhore deep throat kore ma er mukhe maal charlo… Etoi porimaan e maal charlo je ta kichuta beriye eshe ma er roshlo laal thot diye goriye porte laglo… Sir ebar khanto hoye hoye table e boshlo… R ma goriye pora maal mukhe purlo… Tarpor, bag theke tissue ber kore mukh khana muchte thaklo… Edike sir pant khana lagiye registry khata ber korlo... Ma tokhon mukhe abaro lipstick lagache… R principal tokhon jigesh korlo..

“Ta cheler naam ki???”

“Subir Roy”

“Ma er naam… Mane apnar naam???”

“Bina Roy.”

“R baba-r naam???"

“Suhil Roy.”

“Ta tini ki koren???”

“Ekhono student…”

“Ki bolchen???”

“ha… Ei tui kishe jani porish???” Ma ebar jigesh korlo

“University First year…”

“Mane??!? Uni na apnar chele???”

“Amar chele-r baap o…” Ma heshe bollo…

Ber hoye ashbar shomoy Principal bollo

“Ta, kal ke theke oke college bus pick korte jabe…”

“Acha…”

“R parle, majhe majhe eshe ektu dekha kore jaben… Chele-r progress report nebar jonne…”

“Ta ashbo khon…” heshe ma bollo…

  Bashay shondha shomoy... Ami Baba r Ma TV dekhte boshechi… Ta baba bollo

“Ta, Subir ke bhorti koriyechish???”

“Ha koriyechi… Shudhu bhorti na… Ekebare full free scholarship diye bhorti koriyechi!!!”

“Ki bolish… Tor bhai to khub talented dekhi!!! college er lokeder eke bare impress kore charlo…”

“Bhai er theke Ma er talent e beshi!!!” Ami bollam… R ma heshe uthlo!

  Shokal doshta…Ta ghum theke uthechi… Uthe dekhi, ma pashe nai… Baba din pachek er jonne office er kaaj e ektu Bangalore giyeche…R Noren da geche barite… Tai ma amar shathe ghumiyeche… Ghumae to nei… Jegei chilam shararaat! :P

Ta, ekta shorts pore niche naamlam… Shamne eid bole college bondho… Ta nemei obaak hoye gelam…

Dekhi niche mashi boshe ache… Just petticoat pore ache…Boshe boshe tar dui bacha ke dudh khayache… R tar pashe ma… Ma er ga e ek tukro shuto nei… R mesho shundor kore ma er dudh ekhana mukhe pure chushe jacche… Amake dekhei, mesho uthe daralo… Dariye bollo

“Ki he Suhil… Ghumiye chile bole dakini…”

“Dakar shomoy pabe kothae tor Mesho? Eshei to dudh duto-r upor jhapiye poreche!” Ma heshe bollo…

“Ta tomra kokhon ashle???” Ami jigesha korlam…

“Eito… Aaj shokalei… “

“Chuti peyei tomar mashi ke dite ashlum..” Mesho bollo

“Ta, amake to dite ashoni… Eshecho, Bina-r dudh khete…” Mashi heshe bollo

“Ta bhaloi hoyeche… Abir kothae???” Ami bollam…

“Abir o ashche… Or to direct Kolkata tei ashte shubidha…”

“Ta obosho thik…” ami jobab dilam….

“Ta Suhil… Shunlam tumi abaro baba hote jaccho???”

“R bolben na dadababu!!! Kaaj nei kaam nei, khali dhandaye ache, ki bhabe ma er pete bacha deoya jae!!!”

“Amar ki dosh bolo mesho… Ma er buk e nei dudh… Ta shei bebosta korte giye…” heshe bollam ami…

Eri majhe, Mesho pant khule feleche… Khultei bollo

“Bina, bohu din amay tomar didi thik moto chushe dey na… Aaj tumi ektu bhalo kore chushe dao!!!”

“Ta, tor mesho ki r chudte pare naki!!! Thapate pare na chai!!!”

Ma ebar heshe hatu gere boshe mesho-r bara chushte laglo… R edike, ami giye mashi-r pashe boshlam… Etokhone, mashi-r dui bacha dudh kheye ghumiye poreche… Ami ebar shundor kore mashir pashe bosh eek khana dudh mukhe purlam…. R amar mukh bhore gelo gorom mishti dudh diye…

“Umm… Mashi, bohu din tomar dudh khai na…”

“Dekh kototuk ache… Aaj kaal r beshi dudh hoy na… R train e thaktei, tor mesho ordhek shesh kore feleche…” Ami heshe dudh khete laglam…

Etokhone mesho-r bara chosha shesh… Ma ebar sofa-r upore ulto hoye boshe tar bishal kalo pachakhana uchu korlo… Tarpor, dui haat diye pacha jugol faak kore, ma er pod r gud prodorshon korlo mesho-r shamne… R meshe eshe chata shuru korlo…

Mesho-r chatte chatte, dekhi, mashi-r dudh shesh… Ami ebar mashike daar koriye, petticoat khana khullam… Tarpor, nijer boxer ta khule, sofa te boshe bollam

“Mashi, nao, ebar amie tomar borer shamne dariye dekhiye dicchi, ki bhabe rendi magi ke thapate hoy!!!” bole mashi ke tule, amar barar upore boshalam…Boshiye gud e amar bara ta dhukiye dilam… Diyei thap deya shuru korlam…

“Aah…. Dekho, dekho, ki bhabe thapate hoy…” Mashi mesho ke bhengiye bollo

Etokhon mesho o ready… Ebar sofa-r pashe dariye, ma er kalo pod khanae bara khana dhukiye diyeche… Dhukiyei thap… Thap dite ditei bollo

“Dekh shala gandu… Dekh tor ma ke aaj ki bhabe thapai!!! Thapiye tor ma er pod khana eke bare dhila kore dibo…”

“Tui dekh shala…. Tor, bou er guder ki obosta kori!!!” ami heshe bollam… Ei bhabei amra dujon compete kore chudte laglam… Prae dosh minute por… Amra dujoni tokhon maal felar kacha kachi....

“Mairi, r parchi na…” Mesho bollo

“Amio na…” ami bollam…

“Didi, aay ebar chushe dei…” bole ma ebar uthe dariye hatu gere mesho-r shamne daralo… Mashi o ma er pashe boshe amar bara chushte laglo…. Emon bhabe chushlo, je ami r rakhte parlam na…. Eke bare feda fellam, mashir mukher bhetor… R mesho o totokhone, ma er mukhe maal chereche…

Maal chara por, mukhe maal niyei, ma r mashi kiss korlo… Amader dujon eri maal e makhiye makhiye tara lip kiss korte thaklo… Tarpor, maal gile fello…

  “Ta, tomra bhaloi chudle… Ebar amar pala…” pechone fire dekhi, Abir dariye ache….

“Kire, tui kokhon ashli???”

“Ei matro… Dariye dariye tomader chodon lila dekhchilam…”

“Ta dariye achish, keno??? Mashi-r gud to khali pore ache…” ma tease kore Abir ke bollo… R ke shune kar kotha… Poyati mashi-r roshalo gud e bara dhukiyei khanto holo Abir!!!

  Kichudin porer ghotona…

  Mashira fire chole geche… R edike, Babao bashay fire esheche…. Pregnancy-r cho mash hote choleche ma er...

Ei jonne, ma er pet ta bishal akar dharon koreche… Dudh gulo jeno peter shathe palla diye barche…

Shondha shaat ta. Baba bashay boshe paper porche. Ma pashe boshe boshe TV dekhche. Emon shomoy, calling bell baajlo… Baba giye khule dilo…

“Are nomoshkar doctor babu… Apni hotat ekhane???”

“Na Boudi ke dekhte elum... Boudi-r obosta kemon???” doctor babu bollen

“Ta bhaloi… Bina, dekho ke esheche…”

“Are nomoshkar dactar babu… Kemon achen???” ma bollo

“Eito bhaloi… Ta, tomar check up ta korte ashlam…”

“Ta, bhaloi… Ta shuno… Ami doctor shaheb ke niye upore jacchi…” Ma bollo

“Ta, amio ashbo naki???”

“Na… Tumi thakle amar lojja korego…” Ma bhengchi kete bollo…. Baba bhablo, ma moja korche… Eidike, Dactar ke niye, ma upore uthe gelo…. Giye bedroom er dorja lagiye dilo…

Tarpor, dactar er pant er upor diyei bara ghoshte ghoshte bollo

“Ta, dactar shaheb… Shobi to ore dilam… Ebar amar check up ta…”

Dactar to r konoi kotha bollo na… Shoja, pant ta khule ma er maxi ta uthiye ma ke chudte shuru korlo…

Edike, onekhon hoye geche dekhe, baba upore ashlo… Eshe dorjay kaan lagalo..

“Aah… Aah…. Aah…” Baba ektu bhoy pelo… Bollo

“Dactar shaheb, shob thik ache to???”

Dactar tokhon chudte moriya… Bollo

“Ha.. Shobi thik...”

“SHobdo kisher???”

“Na go… Aah… Ektu betha lagche… Aah… Check up e ektu betha lage r ki…” Ma bollo

Dactar to aro speed bariye dilo….

Baba ebar e pash theke bollo

“Dactar shaheb, bhalo kore check up koraben kintu…”

  Dactar tokhon maal felbe felbe korche… baba-r kotha shune bollo

“Eito… Ekdom sherokom ekta checkup kore dicchi…” bole ma er gud e maal chere dilo…

Tarpor, kapor chopor pore ber hoye niche ashlo… ber hoye baba ke bollo

“Bhalo korei check up kore diyechi boudi-r… Kono shomoshya dekhi ni… Shob ok…”

“Thank you dactar babu… Apnar fees ta???”

“Fees to diyei diyechi upor theke….” Ma heshe bollo, niche namte namte…

“Mane???”

“Kichu na…” Doctor shaheb ebar kichu na bole beriye gelo…

  ranjitadas

samanno uppdate.

Hi ami ei choti tar ektu update deowar chesta kor6i.kemon holo bolben.

  Eta hoye chilo amar maa jokhon 4 mash er poyati.Ekhon maa mai gulo emon bere6e je puro blouse theke berie aste chai.Daekhe valo kore bojha ja66e je maa er pete ekta ba66a ese6e. Hotat ekdin subir college theke ese maa ke bollo je tader principal maa ke dekeche.Maa vablo subir bujhi dustumi kore6e college e tai oder principal dek6e.Kintu ami bujhlam principal maa kea bar chudbe tai dekhe6e.

Tarporer din college e maa eka giye6e amar chele come bhai er college e. Principal er room giye dekhe sir eka a6e.

-asbo???

-ke?

-ami, Bina.

- Oh.asun, tomake jiggasa kore dhukte hobe?

Maa vitore aslo.Principal ebar phone kore bollo , “Sir, asun, uni chole ese6e.”

Ebar principal bollo, “ektu bosun.”

10 min por ekta buro moto lok elo.boyos hobe 50-55 er moto.kintu sastho jothestho valo.

Principal bollo maa ke, “eta amader Trustee sir.”

“R sir eni sei Bina jar kotha bolle6ilam.”

Room e dhuktei Sir maa er mai gulo dekhe tar dike dab dab kore cheye6ilen, principal er kotha sune trustee er kheyal porlo.r maa er dike takie bollo Hello.

Trustee-ami sorasory kajer kothai chole asi,apnar chele ke apni r principal mile aboidho bhabe college e vorti kore6e.Tai apnar chele ke ei college theke tarie deowa hobe.

Maa- kintu ....

Trustee- kono kintu noy.

Principal-uni fees diye6e,kintu.

Trustee- Tahole taka gulo kothai.tar upor sit fill up hoye giye6ilo abar apni ki kore vorti nilen.

Principal hete maa er pichon e giye darie bollen, “karoon holo” bole maa er blouse ta ke hothat jore tene dilen r tatei maa er 10 kg atar golar moto mai gulo berie lafate laglo. R sei mai gulo ke dekhe trustee e chok atke gelo r bara ta sokto r mota hoye gelo.sir table e helam diye darie 6ilen fole maa bujte parlo. R ektu lojja paowar van kore hat duto mai er upore dilo.kintu principal er hat duto ke pi6on theke sorie dilo r trustee sir maa er mai duto r upor jhapie porlo r ekta mai ke mukhe purlo r onno take duto diye tipte laglo.Maa o ebar trustee sir er bara ta pant er upor diye ghoste laglen.ki6ukhon por maa pant ta khule fello r sir er 10 inch er bara ta mukhe pure chuste laglo.10 min dudh khowa r bara chosanor por sir maa er sari r saya ta tene khule fello r ma er boro boro pod duto unmokto holo.ebar maa ke sir table er upor suie poyati howa sotteo gud e mota bara ta dhukie dilo.maa kutie uthlo.tar por maa ke choda suru korlo...maa mota lomba bara powar sukhe anonde checha6e.5 min gud chodar por maake doggy style e kore pode thap deowa suru korlo.15 min thapanor por maa er pod e maal fele table er pase suye porlo.taror 5 min por maa uthe sari porte jabe emon somoy pi6on theke ke jeno maa ke japte dhore pode bara dhokate ja66e. Maa much ghurie dekhe prinicipal maa er pod mar6e.tar por maa ke mejhe te fele 10 min pod mere mal fele khanto holo ...kintu tarpor dudh kete arombho korlo.tokhon sathe trustee sir o dudh khete suru korlo.du jon mile maa er dui mai kamre dag bosie dilo r pet bhore dudh khelo.Er por o du jon mile aro 3 bar gud r pod chude maa ke charlo.Maa pod vorti dujon er maal nie jokhon sari pore berie asche tokhon maa ke pi6on theke trustee sir bollo , “apni to sudhu ekjon trustee ke bojhalen ki vabe college fees diye6e kintu amader college e aro 5 jon mane mot 6 jon trustee a6e. Tader ki kore bojhaben,” principal bollo, “Ei rendi magi eki vabe bojhabe onno der o.”

Trustee sir , “ ok tahole kal sokal 10 tai amar bari te chole ese bojhabe.ki re magi bojhte parbi to.

Maa, “ se ar bolte.” Bole berie gelo.

  Bina Ma er Dudh!

  Pregnancy-r 8 mash hote choleche ma er...

Ei jonne, ma er pet ta bishal akar dharon koreche... Bishal bishal dudh gulo kom na. Chap dilei gorom gorom dudh chuiye chuiye pore.

Ta temon e ekdin. Baba office e. To, bujhtei parchen, ma er ga e ma er shakha sidur r Mongol sutro chara kichui nei. Tai, ma TV dekhche couch e boshe boshe. R ami r Noren da du pashe ma er koler upor matha rekhe dudh khacchei r TV dekhchi.

“Kire bela 3 ta beje gelo, tora lunch korbi kokhon?”

“Lunch to korchi…” Ami heshe bollam

“Sharadin amar dudh khelei pet bhorbe?”

“Memshaheb, eto shader dudh thakle r ki lage?” heshe bollo Noren da.

Ami aste kore haat dite gelam ma er gud e, Ma haat e chati mere bollo

“Ai, okhane haat dish na.”

“Keno go Ma? Baba ki mana koreche naki go?” Heshe bollam ami.

“Tor baba abar toke ki bolbe?” Ma heshe bollo.

“Tobe?”

“Tora pete baccha dibi, tar jonne abar khorcha dibi na?”

“Dudh khawar jonne diyechi…”

“Ta shudhu dudh e kha… Okhane haat dish na... Gotokaal tor doctor kaku bollo r na choda khete. Khele bachar khoti hote pare…”

“Emon to na je ami diyechi…” ami bollam.

“Ta abar bolte? Prothom ta dilo tor dadu r baba. Er porer ta tora dujon. Ebar er ta to puro Para diye chudiye dili. Tora dujon mile dilei parti! Kar ta dhorechi ke jane? Bacha ta jodi parar karor moto hoy tor baba ke ki jobab debo?”

“Keno, Subir to dekhte Noren da er moto. Baba to kokhono kichu boleni.”

“Bolbe keno? Tor baba bhalo kore kheyal korle bujhto. Tar dharona, shei diyeche, pore tui chude bhebechish je tui diyechi. Ashol kahini jodi janto…”

“Ta, ashol kahini ki memshaheb?” Noren da boka sheje proshno korlo.

“Je, amar shami jokhon ghore eshe chudeche, tokhon pills e chilam ami. Maal o thik moto felte dei ni gud e. R jokhon shami jokhon ghorer baire, tokhon chele r kajer lok mile she ki choda. Shudhu choda to diye shukh holo na, pete ekta bacha badhiye boshlo.”

“Amar kono dosh nei ma… Subir to dekhte Norenda er moto…” ami bhodro sheje bollam

“Amar ki dosh memshaheb. Choto shaheb o chudeche. ” Heshe bollo Norenda.

“Tai na? Shedin chade choda sheshe Suhil bondhur bashay chole jabar por tumi memshahebke shararaat chudhecho, sheita ki r o jane?”

“Ki bolo ma? Tumi je bolle tumi tired bole ghumate gele.”

“Ha. Tired hoyei fire dekhi Noren amar room e boshe ache. Ami ashtei amake teshe dhore amay she ki choda. Shara raat dhore maal shob amar gud e dheleche. Pachar futo chodar por abar maal felar shomoy gude feleche r boleche Memshaheb, apnar pete amie bacha debo. Tarpor amake jorae dhore bara gud e dhukiye ghumiyeche.”

“Amar ki dosh chotoshaheb? Ami to apnar e adesh manno korchilam.” Heshe bole Norenda.

“Ha ha. Tar porer shat din o to tai korte holo, tai na? Noren er bara namei nei shei shat din. Jokhon jekhane jebhabe pereche amay chudeche. Tui bashay thakle to tao maxi ta porte partam she shomoy. Tui beriye gelei Noren maxi pelei maxi tene chire felto. Khali gud chudto r bolto Memshaheb, bomi korechen ekhono? Tetul khete icche korche?”

Noren da khachu muchu korte thake.Ma tokhon bole,

“Tobe, Noren to kom e koreche. Tor dadu ja koreche toke pete dhorabar jonne, ta er kache kichui na.”

Amar to shune chokkhu chorok gach. Bollam

“Mane? Ki bolcho ma?”

“Ta she ek lomba kahini…..” Ma heshe bole….

  Ma er dudh khana chipe dhore bollam

“Ta, ma kahini ta shuni…”

“Ta, shon….” Bole ma shuru korlo. R amra, mane barir kajer lok, r chele mile shei dudhial magir dudh chushe jete laglam…

Tor dadu tokhono beche. Biyer 9 mash porer ghotona. Oi je tor dadu je amar pod chudechilo, er por shujog pelei shoshurmoshay eshe amar pacha khana faak kore diye jeto. Amra shebar pujoy bari giyechilam. Shebar o tor kaku bari asheni karon tar porikha chilo. Tor baba puro chuti payni bole amra nobomir din giyechilum.

Ta, giye dekhi bari bhorti manush. Tor dadu ra jomidar chilo bole tader barir mondope pujo hoto. R shei pujo dekhte parar shob ashto. R raat er belate, shudhu thaktam amra char jon mane tor baba, dadu, ami r tor mitali pishi. R mondire purut moshay. Ta ami jedin giyechi, shedinkar kotha.

Tor baba r dadu khete bosheche. R Ami r Mitali khabar bere dicchi. Tor dadu chilo puro tor moto. Khali amar dudher dike cheye thakto. R faak pelei pod e nahole dudh e guto dito. Ta khabar barchi, tokhon Mitali bollo

“Kigo Boudi. Pet khana fule ache dekhchi… Ta khushir khobor to daoni…” Ami lojja peye gelam. Tokhon bhuri chilo na. kintu pete halka chorbi chilo.R petticoat du angul niche pori dekhe, ta bhaloi dekha jay.

Baba heshe bollo

“Ta, shei shoubhaggo ekhono hoyni…”

Tokhon dadu bollo

“Ta, boyosh hoyeche. Ei boyoshe to nati chawaler mukh to dekha dorkar, ki bolish?”

“Na baba. Dekhi, shiggiri…”

“Ami oto kichu jani na bapu. Tor ma chole geche. Amaro jabar shomoy hoyeche. Ei boyoshe jodi r na dekhe jete pari….” Bole dadu ektu dukhho prokash korlo.

Tor Baba tokhon kichu na bole chup chap kheye jete laglo. Khawa sheshe baba haat dhute chole gelo. R tokhon tor dadu bollo

“Dudh khete icche korche.”

“Ta dudh to jaal dewa hoyni baba” ami bollam.

“Aha, oi mai gulo theke dudh ber kore khabo.” Dadu heshe bollo

“Ta cheleke bolun bebostha korte.” Ami heshe bollam.

“Tumi r ami milei bebostha korchi, darao!” dadu heshe bollo. Tokhon e tor baba ghore dhuklo. R oi discussion bondho hoye gelo.

Shedin raat e.

Tor baba thapano sheshe porisranto hoye amar pashe shuye shuye amar dudh khana chatche r bolche

“Ta Bina. Baba kintu thik kothai boleche. Amader shomoy esheche kichu korar.” Ami tokhon e bujhlam, tor baba ke tor dadu puro potiye feleche. Ta ami bollam

“Ta, ki korbe bolo shuni?”

“Kaal theke r oshudh na khelei hobe. R baki kaaj ami kore deboni!” baba heshe bollo

Amio mone mone hashlam. Kaaj ki beta korbe, na baap, ta niye tokhon e amar shondeho chilo.

Er porer din. Doshomi.

Ta, tor baba geche, bishorjon dite protima. Ta, hotat shuni, tor dadur daak

“Bouma, ektu asho dekhi. Ektu kaaj ache.”

“Ki kaaj baba?”

“Aha ghore ashlei bujhbe.”

Ghore giye dekhi shoshurmoshay puro ulongohoye shuye ache. R tar 9 inchi bara khana puro khara.

“Ta, ei kaaj er jonne dekechen Baba? Mitali nei?”

“Aha, Mitali diye ki r shob ayesh mite naki?”

“Mane?”

“Gotoratre ja bolecho, shob shunechi.”

“Ki shunechen baba?”

“Oshudh to aaj theke bondho, tai na?”

“Ha.”

“Ta, aaji mokhom din.”

“Kisher mokhom din?”

“Chele ja pareni, ta aaj ami shere diye jai.” Bole amay taan diye dhore bichanay boshalo r amar sharir achol fele dilo.

“Ki korchen go baba?” totokhone tor dadur blouse khola shesh. Ekta mai mukhe pure chushte laglo.

“Jibon jodi chole ashe!” ami bollam

“Aha, or ashte bohu deri. Tomay ektu aram kore bhog kori. Kotodin tomay pai na.”

“Keo chole ashle?”

“Keo ashbe nago!”

Bole amar shari taan diye khule fello. Khule amar petticoat ta uthiye amar gud chata shuru korlo.

Ami tokhon chorom anonder guhay probesh korechi. Matha chepe dhorlam tor dadur. Er por, tor dadur barata mukhe pure chushte laglam. Chosha sheshe ready kore tor dadu amar guder ontorale probesh korlo

“Aah. Mitalir ta puro loose hoye geche. Tomartay je shanti!” Dadu bollo

“Sharadin otae guto dile to loose hobei!”

Tor dadu shomane amar gud thapate laglo

“Kemon lagche thapaate?”

“Jeno shorgo.” Bole dudh ekta mukhe pure fello. Tarpor bollo

“Shorgo complete hoto jodi ekta jinish thakto.”

“Ki baba?”

“Ei mai gulote dudh…”

“Ta, she apnar cheleke to raji koriyechen. Ekhon dekhen koto dine ki hoy?”

“Chotobela thekei na or upor amar bhorosha ektu kom. R ami nijer kaaj nije korte pochondo kori.”

“Kintu baba Jibon ki bhabbe?”

“Or to bojhar kichu nei…” bole dadu hasho r aro jore thapate laglo amay.

“Baba aro jore… Aaah. Ki Aram.”

“Bouma, ami r parchi na…”

“Cheler bou er dudh khabar khub shokh na baba?”

“Ha bouma….”

“Tobe, ekta bebostha korun…..” ami heshe tor dadu ke joriye dhore bollam.

R tor dadu ke pae ke? Thapate thapate shob maal fello amar bacchadanite, ei ashay je tar cheler bou er pete ebar bacha ashbe, R mai er shob dudh she ekai shesh korbe…

Ekbar korei shesh na. Bara maal felar por o nameni. R shei shujoge shoshurmoshay abaro gud e hamla chalalo. Ontoto 3 bar maal chere tar pori khanto holo.

Raat e.

Khabar shomoy.

“Ta Jibon, ki decision nili?”

“Ha, baba. Tumi thik e bolecho. Amar ekta bacha nebar shomoy esheche.”

“Aah shanti!” Bollo tor dadu. Dudh khabar bebostha hoye geche, ei bhebe shanti, naki abar baap hoben, ei bhebe shanti, ta ami ajo bujhi ni.

  Porer din shokale. Tor baba ke ki ek kaaj e tor dadu pasher town e pathiyeche. Tor baba koekta bondhuo okhane thake. Tai, tor baba amay niye jete chaichilo. Tokhon tor dadu bollo

“Thak baba. Bouma thakuk. Tui kaaj shere dekha kore aste dhire aay. Ek khana pujo debar baki. Bouma theke pujo dik. Tui ghure aay.”

Ki kaaj e tor baba ke pathiyeche, ta bhalo korei jani. Amio heshe r kichu bollam na.

Ei shune tor baba ber hoye gelo.

Tor dadu ebar amay bollo

“Jao bouma, snan kore asho. Pujo dite hobe.” Ta ei shune ami shundor kore snan korte gelam. Kichukhon por, dekhi tor Mitali Pishi hajir. Pishi bollo, “Asho boudi. Pujo dite hobe. Tomay shajiye nite boleche. Amar r ki korar. Tor pishir shathe shathe room e gelam.

Shekhane, ami shari pore jetei, pishima badha diye bollo

“Ei shaje, shari pora jabe na. Shari petticoat r blouse pora mana.” Bole ami dudh ektu chotkiye diye bollo

“Tumi chup chap boshe thako. Amie tomay shajiye dicchi.”

Bole, ami chul khana muche, shundor kore beni korlo prothome. Er por, amar golay tor didimar boro haar khana poralo. Mukhe shundor kore halka halka makeup dilo. Er por, Mathay shidur dilo. Tarpor, haat e bala poralo. Tarpor, shara ga e, shorishar tel makhalo. Makhanor, por, amar ga chik chik korte laglo. Shob sheshe, amar mathay ek khana orna diye ghomta diye dilo. Tate, amar jeta hoto, puro puriga e tel e chokh chokh korche, ga e bindu matro shuto nei. Ga bhorti shornalonkar, r Amar bishal bishal dudh er khaj e amar mongolshutro. Kintu ta hole ki hobe, banglar maan rokkha korte, shara ga dekhiye beriye mathay ghomta r mathay shindur. Amay tarpor, tene toder pujor mondope niye gelo. Giye dekhi, tor dadu r purut moshay boshe. R dhup r prodip jolche.

Amay dekhtei, tor dadu uthe eshe amar mae kamre dhorlo. Purutmoshoy keshe bollo

“Ahmm… Pujo shuru korte hobe.”

“Oh acha acha.” Bole amay charlo.

“Bouma, tumi shuye poro.”

“Kintu ami je kichui bujhchi na. Eta abar kisher pujo?”

“Pujo shesh holei bujhbe.” Bole amay shuiye dilo. Diye, bollo

“Ebar pa ta faak koro to bouma.” Ami kichui na bujhe, pa ta faak kore shuye thaklam. Ebar purut moshay laal shidhur amar gud er upor dilo. Tarpor, amay dudher botar charpashe shundor kore choriye diye kichu cup chap montro bollo. Bolar por, purut moshay tor dadu ke bollo

“Babu, ebar pujor oddhek shesh. Ebar R baki oddhek. Cheler baba je hobe, take probesh kotte hobe babu.”

“Ta she amie hobo.” Amar shoshur moshay bollo.

“Kothay probesh purut moshay?”

“Ei je ekhane!” bole tor dadu amar gud e bara probesh koralo.

“Kintu, kintu Jibon ki bolbe? Cheler baba to Jibon.”

“Aha. Jibon kaaj ektu komiye dicchi r ki.” Bole thapano shuru korlo tor dadu. Oi dike purut moshayo boshe nei. She tar laura khana shamne niye eshe bollo

“Amar bhagge to r baba hobar bhaggo nei. Maal felei khushi thaki.” Ami shundor kore ebar bara ta mukhe pure chuste laglam. Edike, tor dadu moner shukhe bara diye chudte laglo amay. Bollo

“Aah… Bouma, ebar tomar pete bacha ashbe. R ami tariye tariye tomar dudh khabo.”

“Aah…. Tai, na? Nijer cheler bou ke chude poyati korataki thik hocche? Aah…”

“Hobe na keno? Ami to Jibon ke kichu korte baron korini. O rate korche ar ami dine. Kothay ache na…

Shobe mile kori kaaj… Hari jiti nahi laaj! “ Heshe tor dadu bollo.

Oi dike purut moshay r thakte parlo na.

“Joy ma Raam! Kha ebar amar Kaam!” bole maal chere dilo amar mukhe. Tor dadu majh khane chodar speed bariye dilo.

Oi dike Mitali eshe tor dadur bichi duto chete dite laglo r bollo

“Dhalun Bouma bacchadanite. Dekhi, koto gorom bij ache aaj! Dhalun!” tor Dadu ke r pay ke! Shoshurmoshay chodar speed double kore diye sheshe bara khana ekkebare theshe dhore bollo

“Ne, ebar toke magi theke ma kore chari!” bole tar shob ghono maal amar bacchadanir gobhir ontorale dhele dilo ei ashay, jeno tar chele bou powati hoye eshe takei abar shei dudh khawai! Tor dadu er por bara khana bhetore felei amar upor shuye porlo. R purut moshay bollo

“Pujo shesh… Kisher pujo ebar bujhecho bouma?”

“Ta abar bolte…” ami heshe boli r tor dadu mathay haat buliye dei.

Ebhabe shokal bikaal cholte thaki amader chodon lila. Tor baba jokhon bari thake, tokhon tor baba amay lagato. R jokhon tor baba baire, tokhon tor dadu amay raam chodon dito. Buro hole ki hobe, shomoye shomoye tor baap theke beshi chodon diye oshtad oi lok.Ebhabe Dui baap beta mile, ke age amay powati banate pare, shei ashay amay chude jete laglo.

Edike, ei ghotonar du din por, tor baba kolkata fire ashe office er kaaj e. Amay fele ashe tor dadur “jotno” nebar jonne. Tor dadu to r jotno lagto na. Tor dadui jotno kore dito amay. Maal e gud bhorti thakto amar sharadin, shararaat. Even tor dadu amar pod sharakhon chude, sheshe maal kichar shomoy gudei felto. Mitali thakate, amay bichana theke uthtei hoto na. Puro ek shoptaho ami puro puri nogno chilam. Tor dadu amay kichui porte dito na. Tar kotha

“Bhogobaan tomay pod r dudh diyeche amay khushi korbar jonne. R tomar gud khana diyeche amar bara khana khushi korbar jonne. Ta, sheta lukiye rakhar dorkar ki?”

Prae du shoptaho pore tor baba jokhon ashlo bari, shedin shokale, tor pishima, amay amar shari ferot dilo. Shat din por shari pore, amar besh odbhut lagchilo. Dupure jokhon tor baba ashlo, tokhono amar petticoat bheja. Eto porimaan maal jome chilo tor dadur amar gude, je ta sharadin chuiye chuiye porto r amar petticoat bhije jeto. Tor baba obbosho kheyal korto na. Mitali majhe majhe heshe jigesha korto

“Boudi, tomar petticoat bheja keno go?”

Ami kichu na bol heshe chole ashtam.

Sheshe shedin raat e amar matha ghora shuru korlo. Shesh hut kore bomi korlam. Ei dekhe tor baba je ki khushi! Doure chole jae mishti kinte. Oi dike, tor dadu haste haste bole,

“Kaaj to hoye geche bouma. Tobe, arekbar hoye jaak Jibon firte firte.”

Bole amar petticoat ta uthiye bara khana amar gude probesh kore thapate lage.

“Baba, apnar shanti hoyni, baap beta mile amar pet badhiye?”

“Aha, emon khasha maal. Keo pele chare!” Bole thap thap kore thapate thapate amar gud khana bhoriye dey maal diye.

“Pet to badhiyechen. Abar dhala dorkar chilo?” ami jigesh korlam.

“Emon gudkhana…” Oi dike Jibon fire esheche. Eshe tor dadu ke pronam kore bollo

“Baba! Ami ebar baba hote cholechi.”

Tor dadu hashlo. Heshe bolo

“Ami jani baba. Ami jani.” Bole amar dike takalo.

  No mash por tui holi. Tokhon tor baba tor dike takiye bollo

"Ish dekhte ekebare babar moto hoyeche." Ami heshe bollam

"Ta baba ta ke dekhte hobe na!"

  Ei bole ma tar golpo shesh korlo. Golpo shune amader bara abar khara. Ma ebar bollo

"Ei jonne, tui emon hoyechish Suhil, thik tor dadur moto..." Ma heshe bollo.

  Ma er Shaad

Kichudin porer ghotona.

Ma R ami shuye shuye golpo korchi. R pashe boshe boshe Subir ekta photo album dekhche r jigesha korche, konta ki.

Ta, hotat ekta chobi te eshe jigesha korlo, “Ma, eta kisher chobi?”

Chobi ta dekhlam. Ma pregnant obosthate tola. Ma er boyosh tokhon 22-23. Ekta shari pore ache. Tokhono acholer tol diye ma er bishal bishal kalo mae gulo blouse er upor diye dekha jacche.

Ma bollo

“Babai, eta jokhon baba pete chilo, tokhoner chobi.”

“Kon baba?” Subir jigesha korlo.

“Tomar dada babai.” Ma bollo

“Ki korchile ei chobite?”

“Amar shad hocchilo tokhon baba.”

“Shad ki ma?”

“Shad hocche ekta puja. Jate, amar pete je babu ache, shei babu ta jeno ashirbad pae.”

“Amar shomoye korechile ma?”

“Na shona. Tomar babara ki amar shad korbar shomoy diyechilo? Khali rate ghumatei jane.” Ma heshe bollo

Tokhon ami bollam

“Tahole, cholo tomar ekkhana shaad korei feli.”

“Aha, ami to moja korchilam. Shaad abar korbo keno?”

“Aha, koroi na. Moja hobe.”

Jei kotha shei kaaj.

Raat e ma bollo baba ke

“Ai jano, Suhil r Subir na bolche, amay abar shaad korte.” Baba heshe bollo

“To, koro. Chelera jokhon chaiche… ta kobe korbe?”

“Kaal e shubho din. Plus, kaal to tomar chuti. Tai, shobai ke dawat diyechi.”

“Oho, bola hoyni. Kaal amar ekta joruri meeting ache raat 9 ta porjonto. Kaal ami thaktei parbo na…”

“Kintu…”

“Aha, Suhil ache na… Parbi na Suhil manage korte?” Baba amay jigesh korlo

“Parbo na mane? Pete bacha dite perechi, eoto parbo baba!” Heshe bolloam.

Porer din. Baba officer jonne beriye jetei, Purut moshay ke phone dilam. R parar chele peleder ashte bollam. Oi dik diye, Mukul r or bondhudero dawat diyeche ma. Bollo

“Bacha debar shomoy to dile. Ta, shei bachar shaad e kintu nishchoi ashbe.” Ma mukul ke bollo.

Mukul heshe bollo “Bachar baba amra, r amra ashbo na mane?”

Purut moshay to amader barir naam shunle haajir. Eshei Ma er dudh khana chipe dhore bollo

“Boudi, amay dekhechen?”

“Ha. Tobe dudh khabar jonne noy, amar shaad korte.”

“Ta, ektu dudh khele to r Raam Naam oshudho hoy na, ki bolun?”

“Ta, khabar etoi jokhon iccha khan… Kintu onno kothao kintu haat deoya jabe na.” Ma heshe bollo R purut moshay mukhe diye chushe chushe dudh khete laglo.

Shokal 9 ta. Shobai hajir. Wait korche shobai amar poati ma er jonne. Ma aste aste niche namlo.

Ma er porone, ekta laal churidar shari. Tight du khana laal ronger matching Blouse r Petticoat pore nemeche. Blouse er obostha khub e kharap. Emni, botam matro ekta lagano geche, r Baki gulo lagay ni ma. Jeno fete ber hoye jabe oi paka pepe duto. R blouse khana navir 3 angul niche. R oi dike ma er bishal poati pet khana ber hoye ache. Mukhe, laal lipstick, mathay ghomta.

Ma namtei, chelera hoi hoi kore uthlo. Romy bollo

“Kaki nemeche re… Dekh, amader dudhial kakima nemeche…”

Onno ra eshe oi obosthatei ma er dudh pod sharir upor diyei dhora shuru korlo. Ma bollo

“Aha char. Ekta onushthan korte ashchi. Tao jodi shanti moto tora na korte dish…. Blouse khana bhijiye dili tora…”

“Kakima, bheja blouse pore thaka uchit na…”

“Ha kakima….” Bole Mukul taan diye ota chire fello.

“Dili to chire blouse ta… Toder shamne amar khali gayei thaka bhalo…” ma blouse khanakhule fello. Tapror, shuru shari diye tar bishal kalo kalo dudher khonir majhe shari khana dhukiye boshlo.

Er por purut moshay er shamne boshlo. Boshar por ma bollo

“Purut moshay shuru korun…” Ebar purut moshay shuru korlo.

Korte korte, ek porjaye purut moshay bollo

“Boudi, ebar je dada ke dorkar chilo…”

“Keno?”

“Taro kichu montro bole dite hobe amar shathe.”

“Tomar dadar to office age. Tini tai officei. R tai, bacha diyeche era. Tomar dada eshe ki korbe?”

“Mane?”

“Gonochodon diyeche ebar amake era.”

“Ami abar bhablam, Subir er moto ebar shudhui Noren r Suhil mile diyeche.”

“Prothom bar diyeche shoshur r shami… Ditiyobar Chakor r Chele. Ebar, Elakar chele pele, shob… Ai, tora edike aay.”

Shob chele pele ra ebar edik e ashlo.

“Tora ebar purut moshayer shathe montro bolbi…”

“Bolchi kintu ek shorte…” Romy bollo

“Ki?”

“amader aaj chudte dite hobe…”

“Na… Bachar khoti hote pare re baba…”

“Na kakima… Bohudin apnake lagai na…”

“Na… Doctor mana koreche…”

“Please kakima….”

“Tora jokhon eto korei bolchish, ami toder shob guloke aaj chushe debo…”

“Na… Ta hobe na… Pod khana chudte din… Pod khanae to r bacha dhoren ni…”

“Acha, thik ache….” Ma bollo

Ebar heshe purut moshay montro bola shuru korlo R shobai jore jore shei montro bollo. Er por, shesh hotei, Purut moshay bollo

“Ebar bacha ke ashirbad koro tomra.”

“Bacha ke ashirbad korte to tar make lage!” Bollam ami. Bole, ma er sharir achol fele dilam. Diye, dudh khawa shuru korlam. Oi dike, Onnorao boshe nei. Ekjon dudh, arekjon ma ke uthiye pod chata shuru korlo. Ekjon, gud e haat diyeche. Ma bollo

“Na baba, aaj okhane noy….” Bole angul shoriye nilo. Chokher poloke, ma er shari r Petticoat udhao! Er por, dudh niye kara kari pore gelo. Ma heshe bollo

“Ai char tora.khete hole shushtho moto tora ine e dariye kha.”

Er por, Romy bollo

“Kakima, pod khana chudbo.”

“Ta, ekhane noy. Amar room e asho…” Bole, ma aste aste tar fulano pet r pod khana jukhiye jukhiye do talawe ma er room e giye shuye porlo. R chelera hamle porlo. Romy shundor krore ma er pod e bara dhukiye dilo. Dhukiye choda shuru korlo. Oi dike Mukul R tar ek bondhu ma er mukhe bara guje dilo. R ami r Chadu ma er dudh niye khela shuru korlam. R ma r dujon er bara haat e niye stroke korte thaklo.

Oi korche to korche. Kintu ek khana futo diye ki eto jon er hoy?

Chadu ehseh korlo ki, Romy barar shathe gheshe, bara tar fit korlo

Ma bollo

“Ei, gud e kintu bara dhukano jabe na…”

“Na kakima… Apnar gud e bara gujchi na...”

“Tobe?” Oi dike chadu phot kore pa er pod er guhate Romyr shathe bara guje diyeche.

“O ki korchish? Ber kor bara!”

“Kintu kakima, je bishal line, tate ebhabe na korle aaj rateo shesh hobe na…”

“Tor kaku ke ki jobab debo ami aaj raate? Je parar chele pelera eshe amar pod e double bara guje, pod khana tunnel baniye diyeche?”

Kintu ke shone kar kotha? Oi dujon mile ma er pod e bara theshe theshe dhukate laglo. Ma o oder taal dite laglo

“Kire kakimar dudh kheye shokti hoyni?Jore thapa shala gandu…”

Thapate thapate,maal felar obosthate ashlo. Ma ebaar bollo

“Pet er upor fel shala madarchod… Bachake ektu ashirbad diye ja!” Shathe shahte Romy R Chadu ma er pet er upor maal khichlo. R onno dujon ma er pod e bara guje dilo.. Ebhabe baba ashar kinchukhon aag porjonto chollo.

Baba ashar ektu aag diye ma bollo

“Ebar char tora. Onno ekdin chudhish. Toder kaku bari firbe…”

“Kintu kakima, amar ekhono apnar pod ditiyo bar choda hoyni” Mukul er ekta friend bollo

“Aha, arekdin. Afterall, toder chodon khawa r toder bacha pete nebar jonnei to achi ami…” ma heshe bollo

“Tahole arekdin chude jabo apnar pod arekbar…” bole chelera ber hoye gelo. Ami r Noren da taratari babar room ghuchalam. R ma taratari tar Shari khana kono mote porlo. Raat doshta. Tokhoni baba ashlo. Eshe dekhlo,

“Kemon hoyeche tomar shaad? R tomar pete chokh chokh korche keno?”

“Parar chele pele ra, Mukuler bondhura shobai eshechilo. Eshe bachake ashirbad diye gelo. R peter upor ek khana special tel mekhe gelo…” Ma heshe bollo

“Tumi obhabe khuriye khuriye hatcho keno?”

“O kichu na. Sharadin dhore pod e bash khelam, tai oi obostha.”

“Mane?”

“Kichu na.” Bole heshe ma bathroom e snan korte dhuklo…

  Kichudin porer ghotona. Ma ektu beriyeche Shopping korte baba r amake niye. Pujor shopping shob shesh. Bari firbo, emon shomoy ma bollo

“Ektu kid’s corner theke ghure ashi. Subir er jonne koekta jinish kinte hobe.”

Tai, amra abar kid’s corner e ferot jai. Ma r Baba mile ekkhana kapor kinche. Ami piche dariye. Emon shomoy duto lok amar pashe eshe bollo

“Ekdom perfect. Erokomi ekta maal khujchilam ami.”

Ami fire takiye dekhi, duto lok dariye ache. Ekjon er boyosh 40 lomba, arekjon er 30, majhari height er. Ta, majhari height er lokta ebar bollo

“Ta, thik bolechen Joy da. Erokomi ekta model lagto amader.”

“Kintu, oi mohilake kibhabe approach kora jae?”

Tokhon ami heshe bollam

“Ta, ki lagbe apnader shuni?”

“Ta, amra pregnant mohilader item sell kori. Mummy-care er naam shunechen to?”

“Ha. Shunechi.”

“Ta amra mummy-care er product er jonne ekjon model khujchilam, kintu shothik porimap er kaoke pacchilam na.”

“Ta, onake pele apnader cholbe?” ma er dike point kore bollam.

“Cholbe mane? Dourabe!” lokta heshe bollo. Ma r babar kena kata kora shesh. Ebar baba amar kache eshe bollo

“Suhil, era kara?”

“Ta baba. Era maternity item sell koren. Ta eder ekjon model dorkar chilo.”

“Ta baba, tader ma ke khub pochondo hoyeche.”

“Tai, naki?”

“Ha dada. Ekhon, madame jodi…”

Baba ebar ma er dike takiye bollo

“Ta, modelling korbe naki Bina?”

Ma er ageo modelling koreche. Kintu photo tuleche, kalo bara pod r gud e bhore. Tai heshe bollo

“Na, tumi mind korbe nato?” Emon bhabkhana, jeno kichui bojhe na.

“Na, ami mind korbo keno…”

Ta ebar lok gulo bollo

“Ei nin, amader card. Koshto kore amader office e ektu ashte hobe. Ashlei, amra shob details e alochona korbo.”

“Tai bhalo.” Bole baba card niye chole ashlo.

Porer din shokale. Ami college e. Baba free, tai ma ke niye oi office e gelo.

Jawar por dekhe, oi lomba moto kore lokta boshe. Lokta tader boshiye bollo

“Ami Joy Biswas. Ei companyr publicityr head. Ta, amra ekhana notun line of product ber korchi. Ta, amader onno product gulor theke eta bhinno. Ebar prothom barer moto amra pregnant mohilader jonne kichu item bazar e anbo. Tai, product er uporer label er chobir jonne amader ekhana model proyojon. Pregnant Model paoya bhar. Tai, onake dekhe, amra bolte gele haat e chad pelam. Ta, ekhon apnara ki raji achen?”

“Ta ki rokom photoshoot bolun to?” Baba jigesha korlo

“Ei, koekta different type er dress pore chobi tulte hobe. Ei r ki.”

“Oh acha. Jemon?”

“Ei dhorun, night dress, special dress, aro onek kichu.”

“oh acha. Ta, kotodin lagbe?”

“Ei du ek din. Just koekta dress pore chobi tulte hobe. One time contract. Ta, apnara ki raji? Raji thakle, contract ta sign korte paren.”

“Ki contract?”

“Ei, photoshoot e apnader konoi apotti nei. Ei r ki.”

Ebar baba ma er dike takiye bollo

“Ta, korbe naki?”

“Tomar apotti na thakle…”

“Tobe, thik ache…” Baba bollo

Ebar lokta ekta contract er kagoj ber kore bollo

“Ei nin. Eta te sign korun.” Ma r hesitate na kore sign kore fello.

Er por kagoj ta lokta tar drawer e bhore bollo

“Ta, ebar amader studio te cholun. Onar ekta test photo shoot hoye jaak.” Bole lokta ekta studio te niye ashlo. Ma kheyal korlo, lokta besh kunojor diyei ma er dike takacche. Obbosho, loktake dosh diyeo labh nei. Ma er porone, ekta transparent shada jorget er shari. Bhetor diye kom beshi shobi dekha jacche. Niche jei blouse r petticoat ache, ta khub e patla kaporer. Ebong besh tight. Tai, shobi e besh bhalo bhabei fute utheche. Ta lokta ebar ma ke bollo

“Ta, ebar apni, ektu oi light er shamne daran shoja hoye.”

Ma ebar giye spotlight e giye daralo. Lokta tar camera ta niye koekta chobi tullo. Ebar ma ke bollo

“Ebhar ghure daran.” Ma ebar tar pod khana uchiye daralo. Lokta ebar koekta snap tullo. Ebar lokta bollo

“Apni shoja hoye shamne fire daran. Dariye ebar apnar sharir achol ta fele din.” Baba toh ebar ektu obak hoye dekhte laglo. Ma aste kore tar sharir achol ta namiye dilo. Tarpor, oi lokta ma er blouse er upor diyei dudher koekta close up tullo. Tarpor, bollo

“Ebar apni shari ta khule felun…”

Baba ebar aro obak hoye gelo. Bollo

“Ki hocche eta?”

“Ki hocche mane? Ami amar model er angel gulo tulchi…”

“Mane?”

“Ami sharir upor diye ki tar angel ebong map khana bujhte parbo?”

“Kintu….”

“Apnara, oi contract e sign korechen. Apnara amar shob terms and condition e raji hoyechen. Ekhon kichui mana kora jabe na. R bhoy pacchen keno? Ekta photoshoot e to korchi. R to kichu noy.” Ma o ebar bollo

“Uni ja bolchen, thik e bolchen.”

Baba eba chup chap boshe thaklo, r ma tar 12 haat shari khana khule fello. Er por, lok ta shomane bibhinno angle e chobi tulte laglo. Er por, ma ke ekta packet haat e diye bollo

“Apnar modelling ekhan theke shuru. Ebar Apni eta pore ashun.” Kichukhon por ma pore ashlo. Ma er porone, ek khana tight sports bra r arekta tight tracksuit pant. Pa er pod r dudh khana jeno chire beriye jete chae. Ma bollo

“Er ekhana boro size nei, apnader kache?”

“Na. Etai shob chaite boro size. Eta hocche amader maternity gym costume” ma ke ebar bollo

“Apni ektu upur hoye daran to.”

“Keno?”

“Na, shothik angle gulo petam tahole.” Ma ektu upor holo. R tar bishal bishal paka pepe duto jhule porlo. Oi dike, tar pant khana jeno chire jabar jogar. Ba khali ha kore takiye takiye dekhlo, je ek cameraman, tar shamnei ma er camera diye ma er shathe khelche. Er por, arek set haat e diye bollo

“Ebar eta pore ashun.”

Ma abar change hoye ashlo. Ebar toh baba ma ke dekhe purai tho. Ekta kalo ronger babydoll pore esheche ma. Bra er niche halka kapor lagano. Bishal boro boro dudh gulor jeno dhore rakhte parchena oi bra ta. R kapor er majh khan diye tar poyati pet khana ber hoye ache. Kapor khana shudhu ma er thigh porjonto. R niche ekta kalo panty pore ache ma. Baba to chokh boro boro kore bollo

“Eta ki?”

“Eta hocche, raat e ghumanor night dress.”

“Kintu…”

“Notun model er. Khub aram pore… Abar special ekta option o ache…” bole ma er kache gelo. Giye bra er side er ekta chain taan dilo, r Ma er dudh er bota khana ber hoye gelo. Ma hashlo. R baba ha kore thaklo. Lokta bollo

“Eta hocche special bra. Eta diye jate amra, thuri baccha dudh khete pare, shei system r ki. Ei posei koekta thakuk. Daran.” Bole, oi obosthatei ma er koekta chobi tule fello. Ma ke ebar bollo,

“Apni pichon ghurun.”

Ma ghurtei, lokta ma er bra er pechoner hook ta khule dilo. Baba rege giye bollo

“Ota ki korlen? Amar bou er lojja shorom nei naki?” Ma mone mone hashlo. Parar shob chelera ma er dudher dorshon peyeche. E r notun ki?

“Apni chup kore boshben naki apnake ber korbo? Bar bar amar kaaj e badha dichen. Etoi chinta, tobe contract sign korar age korlen na keno?” Ma o bollo

“Tumi chup chap bosho. Kicchu hobe na.” Baba dhomok kheye ebar boshlo. Ebar ma er porone shudhu ekta lacy dori diye badha panty chara r kichui nei. Kono mote ma tar bishal bishal dudh duto dheke rekhche haat diye. R panty tao khub shundor. Ekebare pod er khaj er majh khan diye geche. Puroi mangsholo pod aro chomotkar lagche.

Lokta thopathop koeksho chobi tule fello. Ma o hashi mukhe pose dite laglo. R baba ha kore takiye thakte laglo. Ebar lokta tosh kore ma er panty tar dori taan diye khule fello. Ma shathe shathe Tar gud khana haat diye dheke fello. Ek haat e bishal duto mai. R arek haat e gud khana dekhe raklo ma.

Baba kichu bolte giyeo kichu bolte parlo na. R majhe oi lok ta nijer mon moto chobi tullo.

Ma ebar bollo

“Ebaro ki ghurte hobe.”

Lokta heshe bollo

“Ghurte parle bhaloi hoto.” Tarpor babar dike takiye bollo

“Kintu thak. Onnoshomoye.”

Ebar lokta ma er ga e ekta towel joriye dilo. Ma ebar changing room e abar ferot chole gelo.

Ebar photographer baba ke bollo

“dekhun, amra proffesional. Amader ei bhabei chobi tulte hoy. Amra to r iccha kore tuli na.”

Baba nirbak hoye boshe thaklo.

Ma shari pore fire ashlo. Ebar lokta babar shathe kolakuli kore bollo

“Apnar bou er photoshoot shesh. Apnader payment ta shiggiri pathiye debo, apnader thikanay.”

Tarpor, ma ke joriye dhore bollo

“Abar ashben.” Bole pa er pod ekhana chap diye bollo

“Er porer bar ogulur chobi tule debo…”

Ma hashlo. R baba ma er haat dhore niye office theke beriye gelo…

  Kichudin porer ghotona.

Ma er ekhon dosh mash chole. Tai,shesh barer moto geche checkup korate. Checkup korate to noy, Doctor kaku ke ashole dudh khawate. Shathe chilo noren da. Noren dao, pet bhore dudh kheye niyeche.

Dosh mash bole, pet khana bishal akar dharon koreche. R dudh dutoe besh boro. Shari khana ma poreche, ma besh kayda kore. Tate, ma er achol khana giyeche ma er dudh er khaj er majhe. R pet khana bahir kore rakhte ma er konoi lojja chilo na. Tai, pete ekhana jaroj shontan niye, nijer chakorer haat komore niye ma hete berache, r Noren da ma er pod tipte tipte hatche.

Ta baba bari nei. Tai, Noren da ja iccha ma er shathe korche. Din er bela, parar chele pele ra bhir jomay ma er dudh khete. Rater bela,Ma shudhui noren dar.

Ma amar room e eshe prothome amay dudh khawae. dudh khaiwe ghum paray. Bole

“Suhil, baba tor doctor kaku boleche ekhon na chudte. Chudle tor bachatar khoti hote pare.”

Tarpor nijer room e jae.Norenda ke er por deke raat bhor Noren da ma ke accha moto chode. Pod chude chude to khaal banae. Abar majhe moddhe Gud o thapay aste aste. Ma bole

“Noren, tumi amar gud khana chere dao na. please? Doctor to mana koreche.”

“Kintu memshaheb, apnar gud khana na chudle je apnar ei chakor tar ghum hoyna.”

“Acha jao chudo. Kintu kaoke bolo na kintu. Tobe shobai chudte chaibe.”

“Madame, apnar pete je prothome amie baccha diyechi, ta apnar shami ekhono jane?”

“Ta jane na, tobe eta jane je tar boro chele diyeche.”

“Sheo to dite pareni. Ami apnar gud jototuku chudechi, o to tao chudte pareni. Mone ache, shedin raat e. she to nishchinto mone snan kore bondhur bari dour dilo. R apni nemechen bhije chup chup kore. Tarpor, apnake niye je ami shara shoptaho furti korlam.”

“Furti to koroni. Korecho grand masti. Kotha nei, barta nei, amay chudte, ei ashay je ami tomar bachar ma hobo. Hoyechi to. Ebaro to tomaderi karo.”

“Aha memshaheb. Ebhabe dite thakbo. Apnar kol khana bhoriye dibo baccha diye.”

“R sharadin dhore tomar mem er dudh khana chipbe r chushe chushe dudh khabe, tai na?”

Noren da khali hashe.

Ta, shedin. Ma er pod er upor hatre hatre niye jacche Norenda. Raat 9 ta. Rastay rickshaw nei. R clinic o besh dure na. Ta hatar shomoy, ekta lok bhikkha chailo

“De baba. Ek khana rupaiya de na. sharadin kicchu khai ni.”

Ma er eta shune khub maya holo. Bollo

“Noren, duto taka dao to lok take.”

Noren da dekhlo, ma o dekhlo, kintu konoi bhangti taka nei. Ekhon Ma Noren da ke bollo

“Aha, lokta kichui khete pareni. Oke to kichu khawate hoy. Buro manush… Tomar kache bhangti nei?”

“Na go memshaheb. Tobe, ekta jinish ache, ja kheye loktar pet bhorbe…”

“Ki Noren?”

Ebar loktar shamnei, ondhokarer majhe ma er blouse er upor diye ek khana bishal mai ber kore anlo Noren da. Ma to chomke uthe bollo

“Ki korcho Noren?”

“Memshaheb, bhikka dicchi… Lokta kichu na kheye ache sharadin…”

“Kintu…”

“Aha, dekhun… Buro manush… Koto din pet bhore gorur dudh khae na… Amader to khawalen… Ebar oke ektu khawan…” Oi lokta etokhon ha kore takiye takiye dekhche. Besh buro bhikkuk. Boyosh hobe 75. Lokta chokh boro boro kore ma er dudh er dike takiye bollo

“Hami, itna bara dudh amar jonom me kabhi nahi dekha…”

“Ta dekhe nao buro. Khuda thakle kheye nao….” Noren da heshe bole.

Lokta ebar ma er kache eshe ekta dudh mukhe pure khete laglo. Ma o dariye dariye moja nite laglo. Tar apon ghorer kajer lok ekhon bhikka debar name tar dudh biliye berache fokir der kache. Oi dike arekta fokir eki boyosher durer theke takiye ha kore dekhcilo… Noren da take daklo

“Ei buro… Kheyechish naki kichu sharadin?”

Oi fakir ta bollo

“Na sahab…”

“Tobe pet bhore kheye ne…” Bole ebar ma er blouse khana khule dilo… R ber hoye aslo arek khana kalo danob. Oi lok to doure giye chok chok kore dudh khete laglo, r moydar gola mone kore dudh khana chipte laglo.

Ebar prothom bhikkuk ta ma er pod er haat dilo. Ma bollo

“Dekho Noren, ora ebar amar podeo haat dicche…”

“Memshaheb, oder ki dosh? Apnar emon gotor pele keo chare… Acha thak…”

Ebar oder dike takiye bollo

“Dudh bhikka diyechi… Pod noy… Pod khana chere pet bhore dudh kheye biday hay…” Ebar fokir ta haat khana shoriye diye pet bhore dudh khelo. Tarpor, khawa shesh.

Noren da ebar bollo

“Memshaheb er jonne doya r ashirbad korish… Jate, sharajibon amader thap khete pare. R amader pet bhore dudh khawate pare….”

“Bhagwan apnar bhala kare…”

“,.'ar kache dowa kori jate proti din emon pet bhore khana pai….” Bollo arekjon.

Ebar ma blouse khana lagiye haat te laglo. Bhabte laglo, ei Noren ek shomoy tar bari eshechilo asroy nite. Shei Noren tar pete bacha diye dudh ber kore ekhon fokir ke bhikka dey. Kichudin porei abar arek bachar jonmo hobe. Eta kar, eta nijeo ma jane na. Kintu, shomoshya nei. Ei gotor ta royeche choda khawar jonne. Baba, Chele, Shami, Chakor, Buro, Jowan… Shobai ke anondo debar jonne tar bishal bishal kalo mai khana. Ja diye dudh er bonna boye chole. R Shei bishal pod khana, jar futor moddhe parar chelera mile du khana bara dhukiye moja nei. Thot gulo jeno laura mukhe pure maal chushe nebar jonne. Shob kothar shesh kotha. Tar gud khana. Jekhane, Tar shoshur, chele, Kajer lok, Parar mastan danpite chele pele ra jar jokhon iccha chude maal fele, r ek ek kore oboidho bacha ber korar karkhana….

  Ma arekta bhai jonmo diyeche. ma er dudh ja sizer ta na dekhle biswas kora jabe na.sobsomoy blouse dudhe vije thake.oboshoyyo ja dudher size dudh je ottadhik beshi tate doubt nei.Ekhon ager thekeo arektu boro.

Baba to bedom khushi. Bhai er naam baba rekheche Shushil. Elakar chele peleder dekechilo misti khawate.Romy, Suraj aro 6 shat jon eshechilo. Ta ma er kache niye gelo oder baba. Ma tokhon choto bhai ke dudh khawachilo. Tarpor bollo

“Nao tomra mishti khao.”

“kisher mishti?”

“tomarder kakimar arekta babu hoyeche.”

Ora hashlo. Heshe bollo

“Kaku congratualtions.” Emon shomoy babar ekta phone ashlo. Baba phone ta niye ektu baire kotha bolte elo. Emon shomoy, Suruj arekta bishal dudher factory ta ber kore chosha shuru korlo. Bollo

“Kakima, kotodin apnar dudh khai na.”

“Ta, pet pure khao.”

“Pet pure khabona abar? Dudher bebostha korechi, abar khabo na?” Romy bollo. Erpor, chadu shari ta uthate gelo. Ma bollo

“Ekhon na. Tomader doctor kaku okhane haat dite mana koreche.” Chadu ektu mon kharap korlo. Ma ebar bhai ke shuiye diye bollo

“Doctor to r dudh khawate mana koreni.” Bole Chadur mukhe arekta kalo danob dhukiye dilo. R Chadu mukh bhore gelo gorom mishti dudhe.

Baba kotha bola shesh kore fire dekhe, Room khali. Ma Shushil ke abar dudh khawache. Baba bollo

“Parar chele pelera chole geche?”

“Ha.”

“Ta mishti kheye gelo na je ora?”

“Khabe ki kore? Dudh kheye je pet bhoriye feleche!” ma heshe bollo

“Ki?”

“Kichuna. Jao giye TV dekho.”

“Ektu dudh khai?”

“Arektu por go. Dudh prae shesh.”

“Ki bhabe?”

“Jani na. Aha bollam na, ektu por khawachi!”

“Acha jacchi jacchi!” bole Baba TV dekhte beriye jae room theke.

  Tin mash porer ghotona.

  Ekhon ma puropuri shushtho. Tai, dudher factory ke ami r Noren da, Baba na thakle jokhon shomoy pai, tokhon hamla chalai. Babao thapay. Kintu kaaj er bhare tar bashay thaka hoy khub kom. Tai ami r ma er joyan bhatar rai, ma er kheyal rakhi.

  Ta, pregnancyr karone, onek din berate pareni ma. Ta shamne pujo. Ta, baba shuye shuye ma er dudh khacchilo. Tai ma baba ke bollo

  “Onek din na berate jawa hoy na. Cholo na, ei pujoy kothao beriye ashi.”

  “Bina, ki je bolbo, amaro khub iccha chilo, ebar barite pujo katabo, kintu ekta khub joruri conference pore geche patna te. Ekhon dekhchi, pujota okhanei katate hobe. Ta, ek kaaj koro. Barite beriye asho. Onek din to barite jao na.”

“Ta kake niye jabo shuni?”

  “Keno? Chele ache. Noren ache.”

  “Ha. Shamir kaaj jodi chele r chakor e korte pare, tahole to bhaloi hoy tai na?”

  “Koi?”

  “Ei je dudh khaccho. Etao to orai system kore diye geche. Bhoda bhorti maal felar kotha tomar. Kintu, chele kore diye jacche. Tahole tumi acho ki korte?”

  “Aha, amio to feli. Ki korbo bolo. Office er eto chap.”

  “Tumi tomar office niyei thako.” Bole ma uthe chole gelo.

  Ta jei kotha shei kaaj. Porer din oshtomi. Ta, amra porer din rouna dilam ma ke niye. Ami Ma, Noren da r dui baccha. Ta, giye pouchlam raat 8 tar dike. Giye dekhi, bari puro khali.

  Noren da to khub khushi. Bole,

“Bhaloi holo memshaheb. Puro bari khali. Apnake ayesh kore sharadin choda jabe!”

  Ma heshe bollo

“Sharadin khali oi chinta. Jai hok, Suhil er pishima bari thakar kotha.”

  “Kon pishi? Mitali?”

  “Ha.”

  Ami tokhon dorjay knock korlam. Kortei, ekta mohila ber holo haat e hurricane niye. Mohila ma er theke boyoshe ektu boro. Kintu, ekhono mukhe bardhokker orokom chap poreni. Ma er motoi height.

  Porone, ekta shuti shari. Ei elakae mohilara blouse porena, r ei mohilao tai. Sharir upor diye bujhlam, mae jora 36C er moto hobe. Raat er ondhokareo bujha jacche je dudh jora jeno sharir achol theke fete ber hobar jonne boshe ache. Mohali jigesha korlo

  “Ke go apnara?”

  Ma tokhon bollo

  “Didi, amay chinte paroni….” Pishi ebar ma er dike bhalo kore takalo. Takiye bollo,

  “Oma! Eto Bina dekhchi! Ta, kemon achish tora?”

  “Ghore dhukte debe, na ekhanei golpo korbe didi?” Ma heshe bollo. Pishima tokhon bollo

  “Toder bari, r tora dhukbi na? Aay aay. Ghore aay!” bole Ghore dhukalo.

Purono diner bari. Tai, bishal boro. Ta, pishima amader boshalo.

Tarpor bollo

“Ta, eto bochor por ki mone kore? Etodine amar kotha mone porlo?”

  “Ta, ki korbo didi. Tomar bhai toh chutie payna. R baba mara jabar por theke Jibon r ei dike ashte chae na.”

  “Ta, baba nei. Bon to ekkhana ache. Ta, era dujon….”

  “Chinoni ekhono? Ei hocche Suhil.”

  Amar dike takiye ma bollo

“Oma! Eto boro hoye gechish tui? Toke shesh bar kole kore niye ghurechi!”

Ami hashlam.

  Tarpor bollam

“Ta, pishima pujo dekhar jonne ashlam bari. Barite pujo kemon hoy, dekhi…”

“Ta, tor bari. Tui jokhon icche ashbi. R eta?”

  “Eta Noren. Amader bari kaaj kore. Shob rokom kaaj e kore.” Ma heshe bole.

Tarpor, Subir er dike takiye bollo

  “Babu, tomar naam?”

  “Subir.”

  “Khub shundor naam. Ta golpo gujob pore kobboni. Age, tora haat mukh dhuye fresh hoy. Toder room gulo guchiye dicchi.”

  Amra ebar jar jar room e giye fresh holam. Fire eshe dekhi, ma ekta kalo shari poreche. Niche kono blouse nei. R ekta kalo petticoat. Kono mote shei shari khana diye ma er bishal bishal duto danob lukiye rekheche ma. Ekdom jhule pora paka peper moto.Noren da to dekhei bollo

  “Mem, ebhabe koshto debar kono dorkar chilo?”

  “Asholei ma! Tumi ebhabe dudh dekhiye berabe, R tomay na chude ki kore go shanti pabo?”

  Bole ma er dudh ekhana ektu moyda golar moto tipte laglam. Tiptei finki diye dudh ber hoye shari bhije jete laglo. Ma bollo

  “Ei char. Tor pishima amader jonne wait korche. Pore dudh khabi ne!” bole hata dilo.

  “Amakeo ektu deben mem!” bole Noren da ma er pechone pechone jete laglo.

Jaowar por, pishima amader khete dilo. Khawa sheshe, tired chilam. Khawa shesh korte kortei 10ta beje gelo. Pishima bollo

  “Ta, ebar shobar pala. Ke kothay ghumabi?”

  “Ghumabo, ektu pore. Pujo dekhe ashi?”

  “Aaj na baba. Kaal dekhish. Raat er belate ei elakae, ber hoya thik na.”

  “Acha thik ache.”

  “Ta, tora chol. Chad e boshe golpo kori ekhon.”

  “Ta, kora jae!” Bole amra shobai chade gelam. Chad e ekkhana shotoronchi pete boshlo Ma r Pishi. Kole chotota. Subir tired chilo bole agei ghumiye poreche. Bishal boro chad. Barita bole 30 katha jomir upor kora. Ta, ami R noren da ghure ghure dekhte laglam chad ta. R ma r pishima golpo korte laglo.

“Ta, Jibon kemon ache go?”

  “Bhaloi…”

  “Ashlo na keno go Bina?”

  “Ta tomar bhai office chara r kichu bojhe naki?”

  “Ta thik.” Pishima heshe bollo. Tarpor, ma er dudh ekta dudh haate niye ektu uchye bollo

  “Besh boro hoyeche dekchi. Obbosho tor ta ag thekei bishal. Suhil hobar por theke to aro boro hoyechilo.”

  “Ta, barbe na? Gavir moto pale amay. Kotha nei barta nei, dudh khabar neshay pete bacha dile to omon hobei.”

  “Ta tui gavi na to ki?” bole ma er dudh khana ektu chap ditei dudh ber holo. Pishima bollo

  “Orre baba! Eto dekhchi, bhaloi dudh ber hoy. Ta, Jibon mone hocche, shesh boyoshe eshe tor khub kheyal rakhche….” Pishima heshe bollo.

  “Tomar dada to r kajer kajer kichui korena. Shoshur moshay thakte to tinie shob kore dito.”

  “Ta r bolte. Suhil jokhon holo, tarpor je tumi ekhane ek mash chile, mone ache tomar?”

  “Mone thakbe na r didi!”

  “Ki mone thakbe ma?” Emon shomoy ami eshe jigesh korlam.

  “Tor dadu, amay ki bhabe chudto!” Ei shune to Pishima ha kore ma er dike takiye ache. Ma bollo

  “Didi o jane. Chinta koro na.” Pishima ebar amar dike takiye bollo

“Suhil tui janish?”

  “Kom beshi shob e. Ta ma bolo na, dadu tomay ki bhabe chudto?”

  “Didi tumie bolo.” Ma bollo pishi ma ke. Pishima bollo

  “Ta, she ek lomba kahini.”

  “Shomoshya nei. Ma er dudh khete khete shuni.” Ami ebar ma er ekhana kalo danob ber kore mukhe pure chushte laglam.

  Ta pishima ebar shart korlo.

  “Ta, tor dadu khub dushtu prokitir manush chilo. R tokhon Jibon o majhei majhei chuti niye barita ashlo tor ma ke niye. Tor daduo tor ma er ei ashagulo khub bhalo bhabe kaje lagato.

  Ta, tor jonmo hobar por, prothom bar jokhon ashlo, tokhon tor dadu to birat khushi. Ashar shathe shathei amake bollo

  “Sheshmesh dudh khabar chance peyechi! Aaj ami shararaat dudh khabo!”

“Chele ke to ghumate din. Tarpor, na cheler bou er dike nojor.”

  Shedin sharadin tor ma er ashe pashe tor dadu ghur ghur kore. Fake fake keo na dekhle, tor ma er dudh chipe dhore, pod tipe dhore. Tor mao kom na.

Bikal bela, tui shobe ghum theke uthechish. Tui tokhon kole. Boyosh hobe 3 mash. Ta, tui ghum theke uthei kadchish. Ta, tor ma, baba r tor dadu kotha bolchilo. Kanna shune,tor ma giye toke niye ashlo. Ta, tui kanna thamachishna. Tor dadu tokhon bollo

  “Bouma, amar natitar mone hoy khide peyeche. Oke kichu khawao.”

  “Na, o emnei kadche.” Tor ma bollo.

  “aha, khaiyei dekho na bouma!” tor dadu bollo.

  “Baba bhalo bujhen. Khaiye dekho. Kanna thamabe.” Tor baba bollo.

  Tor ma to bhalo korei bujheche ashol kahini ki. Shundor kore ekta kalo danob ber kore tor mukhe purlo, r tui chuk chuk kore dudh khete lagli. Ei dekhe, tor dadur to chokh chanabara! Tar buker moddhe dhuk dhuk korte laglo. Ekhon cheler shamne to ek mone cheye thakte parena. Tai tor baba ke bollo

“Jibon. Acha, dekhe aay to Mitali kothay geche.”

  “Acha baba.” Bole tor baba beriye gelo. Jibon ber hotei, tor dadu hamle porlo tor ma er upor.

  “Aha, charun baba. Jekono shomoy Jibon chole ashbe.”

  “Ashle ashuk! Amar dudh khetei hobe!” bole ekta dudh mukhe pure tor dadu bollo.

  “Aha baba. Aste. Dudh tor thakchei na?”

  “Na, amar khub teshta peyeche bouma!”

“Baba, apnar chele eshe porlo je!” tokhon asholei tor baba r ami shiri diye upore uthchi.

  “Dudh khawabe to pore bouma?”

  “Acha, khawabo. Aaj ratei khawabo!”

“Shotti?”

  “Ha, shotti!” bollo tor ma. R tor dadu taratari tor ma ke chere abar chair e boshe porlo. Tor baba r ami eshe dekhi, tui tor ma er kole ghume. R tor dadu r ma golpo korche. Amay dekhtei tor dadu bollo

  “Mitali, khub cha khete icche korche. Baniye ano to.”

  “Acha anchi.” Bole ami niche gelam. Tarpor, kichukhon por, cha niye ashlam shobar jonne. Cha diye chole gelam.

Edike, tor dadu bollo tor baba ke

“Dudh cha khete icche korchilo re. Ektu giye mitali ke bolte parbi niye ashte?”

  “Acha. Jacchi.” Bole tor baba beriye gelo. R tor dadu giye tor ma er dudh er tanki khana ber kore cha er cup ta dudh er shamne dhorlo.Dhore bollo

  “Dao bouma. Ektu dudh mishiye dao.” Tor ma heshe tor dadur cup e dudh tipe diye dilo. Finki eshe tor dadur mukheo porlo. Tor dadu ebar tor ma er dudh khana chushte jabe. Tor ma thamiye bollo

  “Aaj shararaat to pore ache baba. Ektu dhorjo dhorun.”

  “ami r parchi na.”

  “shararaat to aaj ami apnari. Jibon ke age age ghum pariye diye chole ashbo!”

Etokhon tor dadu ektu shanto hoye boshlo. R tor baba dudh niye hajir. Eshe tor dadu ke bollo

  “Baba, apnar ta to age thekei dudh deoya!”

Ma ebar heshe bollo

  “Boyosh hoye geche to. Tai, bujhe ni!” Tor daduo hashlo. Baba kichu na bujhe abar golpo korte laglo.

  Shedin raat e.

  Tui ghume. Tor baba r Ma shuye ache. Tor ma tor baba ke ghum parache. Tor ma tor babar laura chushe dicche.

  “Aaj chudte dao. Suhil hobar por to r chudte daoni.”

  Tor ma bollo

  “Na, ar kichudin por. Doctor ki boleche mone ache?”

  “Ha. Kintu…”

  “Kono kintu na.” bole aro jore chosha shuru korlo. R tate tor baba r thakte parlo na. Maal fele dilo.

  “Ebar chup chap ghumao.”

  “Ektu dudh khabo.”

  “Na, Suhil er jonne ogulo. Ebar ghumao!” bole ma shuye porlo. Kichukhon er moddhe tor baba ghumiye porlo.

  Er por, tor ma shundor kore room theke beriye gelo. Beriye shoja tor dadur room e chole ashlo.

  Tor ma ashtei tor dadu bollo “Ebar tomay peyechi!”

  Bole ma er upor hamle porlo. Tor ma bollo

  “aste baba aste! Shararaat e to pore ache!”

  “Dudh shesh hoye jai ni to?”

“Na. Apnar chele ke na khaiye rekhe ghum pariye eshechi.”

  “Chele to protidin e khae. Aaj tar baba khabe!”

  "Ta, apnei to khaben! Nijer boumar pete baccha diyechen dudh khabar jonne. Ekhon pet bhore khaben na?"

  "Ta thik e boleche."

  Bole tor ma er bishal ekhana dudh mukhe pure chushte laglo. R Tor ma tor dadur laura haat e niye khelte laglo. Prae adha ghonta dhore tor dadu dudh khelo.

  “Umm… Bouma! Tomar dudh ja mishti na! Mone hoy khetei thaki!”

  “Baba ektu rakhben. Suhil jodi rate uthe jae?”

  “Oke aaj gorur dudh khawao. Aaj ami ekai ei dudh shesh korbo!” bole chushte laglo. Jokhon tor dadur pet bhoreche, tokhon tor dadu ebar dariye tor ma er mukhe laura pure dilo.

  Diye chushte laglo

  “Bouma. Aste. Maal to mukhe felte chai na aaj.”

  “Ta, kotha felben shuni?”

  “Tomar gud er bhetor.”

  “Na, baba. Doctor mana koreche.”

  “Aha, dactar er shob kotha ki shunte hobe naki?”

  Bole ma ke shuiye dilo.

  “baba please. Aaj na. amar pod chudun. Ami Jibon keo amar gud chudte dei na!”

  “Tahole to aro bhalo!” bole gud e bhore dilo barata! Tui hobar por, okhane keo haat dey ni. Tai, bishon tight chilo gud ta. R shei gude kel keliye chudte laglo tor dadu!

  “Ish khanki! Tor gud khana to besh tight! Chude loose kora korkar!”

  “Shala gandu! CHod tor boumar gud! Fatiye de shala harami!”tor ma chechiye uthlo! Ebhabe tor dadu besh khanikkhon choda! Tarpor bole

  “Khanki! R parchi na. Tor gudei maal dhallam!”

  “Dhal! Dhala tor boumar bacchadanite!”

  R tor dadu shathe shathe maal charlo tor ma er gud e. Tao tor dadur laura nameni. Ebar she tor ma er por er mukhe bara rekhe bollo

“Eta tight ache to khanki?”

  “Thakbe na? Tor chele ki ekhono okhane haat dite shikheche?” R tor dadu shathe shathe bara dhukiye dilo tor ma er pod e. Pod chudte tor ma er dudh khete laglo.

  “Beshi kore kha, r aro jore thapa buro!”

  “Aaj tor pod khana fatiyei maal felbo magi!” bole tor dadu chudte thaklo.

  Beshikhon thakte parlo na tor dadu. Maal fele klanto hoye shuye porlo tor ma er pashe. R tor ma shundor kore tar shoshur ke dudh khawate laglo, ei ashae je tor dadu abaro bara shokto hobe. Ebhabe shara raat dhore tor ma ke chudlo tor dadu.

  Porer din shokale jokhon tor baba ghum theke uthlo, uthe dekhlo, tar bou tar pashe shuye ache, nogno obosthate, kathar niche. Katha khana shoriye, tor ma er bishal ekhana dudh ber kore mukhe pure chushte gelo tor baba. R tatei, dekhe, dudh nei.

  “Nishchoi, shararaat dhore Suhil kheye kheye shesh koreche dudh.” Tor baba bhablo. Ashole je shoshurer pet bhoriye esheche tar bou, eta ki r janto tor baba?

  Golpo jokhon shesh, tokhon ami pishima ke bollam,

“Tahole ma ke jokhon iccha dadu chudto?”

  Ma ebar heshe bollo

  “Ha… Tui r Noren jebhabe chudish…”

  “mane?” pishima obak.

  “Suhil r Noren mile sharakhon bashay amay jalaton kore.” Ma bollo.

  "Ha pishima.Ami r Amader barir kaaj er lok ma ke jokhon iccha chudi.” Edike Noren da amader kache eshe porlo. Pishima ha kore Noren da er dike takiye ache. Ami ebar Noren da ke bollam

  “Dada, pishima na biswas korche na je tumi ma ke chudo.”

  “Ta, chudi shotto. Khali shaheb thakle memshaheb chara pae. Nahole, jodi shaheb bashay na thake, tokhon ami memshaheb er bichana gorom kori. Tobe, aaj apnar ta gorom korte icha korche!” bole noren da pishimar ekta dudh bar kore ene chotkate laglo. Amio ebar arekta dudh ber kore chotkate laglam. Ma bollo

  “didi ebar bujho thela, ami ki kore ei dutoke shamlai.”

Ami ebar taan diye pishimar shari khana khule fellam. Noren da bollo

  “mai duto memshaheb er moto boro na. tobe besh boro!” bole mai chushte laglo. R ami odike petticoat khola shesh. Pishima bollo

  “Suhil, baba. Amay chod. Kotodin je keo amar ga e haat dei na!”

  “Shomoshya nei pishima. Aaj tumi shudhui amar….”

  “Amader…” noren da heshe bollo

  Tarpor, ami pishimar gud khana chuste laglo, jokhon noren da pishimar dud her shathe bara ghoshte laglo.

  Oi dike pishima, ma er gud e ungli dite laglo. Ma er nijer mai niye khelte laglo.

Kichukhon por, ami ebar ma er kache bara chushiye pishimar tight roshe bhora gud e bara probesh korlam. Ish, ki tight gorom gud! Jeno amar bara kamre kheye nite chaiche.

  Ami aste aste chudte laglam. Edike noren da osthir. Bollo

  “Choto shaheb.Taratari chudun. Amio chudbo.”

  ma ebar bollo

  “noren, didir pod khanae dhukao.”

  Pishima etokhon arame amar upor uthe choda kacchilo. Eta shune ektu thomke gelo. Bollo

  “Na,ami ek shathe duto parbo na!”

  “Parben didi!” bole Noren da er dhon chushte chuste Pishimar pod e ekta angul dhukiye dilo.

  Pishima to tokhon onno ek rajje chole gelo. Shorir khana amar upor chere dilo. Oi dike, ma noren da er bara chushe ready kore pishimar pod er shamne set kore bollo

  “Noren, ei pod khana chude faak koro to!”

  Noren da to moha khushi te jore ekhana thap diye pod e bara dhukiye dilo. R chudte laglo thapathap. Ek dike ami, r arek dike noren da. Ei mojate pishima koekbar jol khoshalo. R dui jon ek shathe chodar karone, duto hole e aro tight hoye gelo. Ami r Noren da pishimake sandwich kore aro jore thapate laglam. Ma ebar jigesh korlo pishima ke

  “Kemon lagche didi?” Pishima chokh bondho kore chi chi kore bollo

  “Jeno shorge Bina!”

  “Darao, tomake shorge pouchachi pishima!” bole ami r noren da chodar speed bariye dilam. Pishima bollo

  “De shala gandura! Chod amay! Chude faak kore de! Dhaal toder maal amar gud r pode! Bhoriye de maal diye!!!”

  Amader r pae ke? Chude ekebare maal dhallam pishimar bhetor. Pishimao porisranto hoye jol khoshalo…

  Ebhabe shara raat dhore amra pala kore ma r pishima ke chudlam… Jokhon bhor holo tokhon ma bollo

  “le haluya! Bhor to hoyei geche. Ebar tora off ja. Ghumate hobe… Nahole kaal pujoi dekha hobe na…”

  Ami r noren da ritimoto tokhon tired. 5 bar maal fell eke na tired hobe. Ami pishimar er buke r noren da ma buke mathe diye ghumiye polam.

  “kemon laglo go didi?”

  Pishima khali hashlo. Heshe chokh buje fello…

  Tokhoni ki keo janto, shamne ki hobe?

  Porer din shokale.

  Shokaler norom rod chokhe eshe portei ghum bhenge gelo. Chokh khule dekhi, pashe Noren da shuye shuye ma er dudh niye khela korche. Karo gayei ek fotao shuto nei. Amio goriye onno pasher arekta dudh mukhe pure chushte laglam.

  “Ai dushtu, char! Niche guiye dekh tor pishima shokale khabar baniyeche. Niche giye kheye ay. Ja.”

  “Shokale uthe to age ma er dudh khabo na to ki khabo?”

  “Thik e bolecho babu. Mem er buker dudh na khele ki r din bhalo jae?” Noren dao support dilo.

  Ma heshe bollo “Toder niye r parina.” Bole amader dujon er mukh chipe dhorlo dudher upor.

  “Are, buker dudh pore khash. Niche khabar baniyechi. Tora niche ay!” bole pishima daak dilo. Ami r Noren da aro kichukhon dudh kheye tarpor niche namlam. Pishima ekta kalo ronger shari pore ranna korchilo. Ami r thakte parlam na. Shoja giye hatu gere boshe sharir upor diyei pishimar pod niye khela shuru korlam.

  “Ai, char bolchi. Pore khelish amar pod niye. Age Ranna kore nei!”

  “Na, ektu kheli na.”

  “Na. Age kheye ne.”

  “Khabo na.”

  “Tor jonne eto shokale uthe khabar banalam.”

  “Ta, khabo ek shorte.”

  “Ki?”

  “Amay chushe dite hobe.”

  “Khaowar por?”

  “Na, ekhoni. Ami khabo, r tumi chushe dibe pishima.”

  “Acha, thik ache.”

  Bole pishima amay chushe dite laglo. R Ami khete laglam.

  Noren da bollo

“Amio baad jabo keno?”

  Pishimar ebar Noren da er tao chushe dite laglo.

  “Aste chusho pishima, khawar por tomar gud khana marbo.”

  Er por khawa shesh korei pishima ke ami r Noren da double chodon dilam.

Pishimake amar upor shuuye dilam. Diyue gud e bara probesh koralam. R noren da oi dike pod e bara guje dilo. Pishima ke aste aste chudte laglam, r pishima bolte laglo

  “Khabar thik moto khashni madarchod! Aro jore chod shala gandu!”

R amader pae ke? Jore jore thap marte thaklam amra! Thapiye magir gud r pod, amader jol diye bhoriye fellam. Pishimao jol khoshalo. Amra ebar beriye porlam baire pujo dekhar uddeshe, kintu pishima, mejhetei shuye thaklo. Edike ma eshe, Pishimake dekhe r thakte parlo na. Pishimar pa faak kore pishimar gud e angul bhore jibba lagiye chatte shuru korlo.

  “O ki korchish Bina! Tor chele r chakor mile amay bhore gelo. Ekhon tui ki korchish? Ah!!!” pishima gongate shuru korlo.

  “Gud khana chete porishkar kore dicchi didi! Kemon lagche go?”

Pishima konoi uttor debar chilo na. Chokh khana bondho kore , moja nite laglo, r arek dofa ma er mukhe jol khoshalo. Ma ebar pishima ke chere mejhe shuye thaklo. Hotat pishimar nake ekta pora gondho gelo

  “Ei mereche! Ranna boshiyechi je!” bole pishima uthe daralo. Dariye shathe shathe abar ranna korte laglo. Mao o ekgaal heshe pishima ke help korte laglo. Oi dike, Subir esheche ranna ghore khela korte.

  “Ma! Ma! Baba ra koi geche?”

  “Tara to beriye geche. Mone hoy pujo dekhte beriyeche kheye…”

  Edike, Subir er shamne pishima lojja peye gelo. Bollo

  “Ei Bina, amar petticoat ta de to.”

  “Keno go didi?” Ma jigesha korlo.

  “Na mane, Subir er shamne…..” pishima ektu itostoto korlo.

  Ma eggal heshe bollo

“Aha, konoi shomoshya nei. Ami to shara belai barite kapor chara ghure berai.”

  “Ki bolish?”

  “Ha. Khali Jibon thakle ektu kapor chopor pora hoy. Nahole to Noren ba Suhil keo ghore kapor porte dey na.”

  “Ki bolish?”

  “Ha. Subir er jonmer ager thekei ghore kom beshi kapor pora bondho. Tai, Subir o amay ebhabei dekhei obbhosto.”

  “Jibon jane naki?”

  “Jibon er shamnei to chele choda shuru korlo. Tao, Jibon er shathe…”

  “Tarpor?”

  “Tarpor, digha te giye dakat der hate porechi. Cheleo dakatder shathe chudte chudte amay bachiye niye ashlo.”

  “Ki bolish?”

  “Ha didi… Dakat dhore niye icche moto chudeche. Kintu Suhil r ami buddhi kore paliye ashlam.”

  “Jibon kichu bole ni?”

  “Jibon to khali jane, dakatder hate porechilum. Kintu dakat ra je tar chele ke niye bou er bhoday maal dheleche, eta to r jane na!”

  “Tarpor?”

  “Tarpor abar ki? Amra tin jon bari fire ashlam. Totodine, chele babar shamnei jokhon iccha amay chode. Jei chele ke boro kore amar bichana theke ber korechilam, shei chele abar amar bichanatei firlo, tao amay chudbar jonne, sheo abar shamir shamne. R tomar dadao berpartar moja nilo.”

  “Jibon er shamnei?”

  “Are ha. Age to chele alada bichanay ghumato. Digha theke ferar por, tar abdar, amader bichanatei ghumate dite hobe. Jibon heshe kichui boleni. Chele to mohakhushi. Ekdike shami tana tani kore, arek dike chele. Raat e baap beta mile chude amay faak kore. Jibon to ekbar maal felei ghum. R oi dike chele shara raat dhore tandop chalae. R du din porei tomar dadao chole gelo. R Suhil ke pae ke? Tomar dadar bichanay fele tar baap er bou er deho bhog korte thaklo eka ekai. Tobe, taar abar eka chude shanti nei. Para porshi ke niye nijer ma er pod marar icche tar.”

  “Ta, Noren choda shuru korlo kibhabe?”

  “Noren, kichudin porei kaje dhuklo. Ta, prothom prothom Noren kichui janto na. Kintu tomar bhaipo to dekhlei…Puro baap er moto. Bou ke chudbe, kintu eka chudbe na. Chele ke niye chudbe. Sheibhabe, Suhil o amakeo bhag kore khabar chinta bhabna korlo. Kintu babar shathe je chudbe, shei tar babai to bari thake na. Tai chakor er shamnei amar shathe moja nebar shuru korlo.”

“Jibon kichu boleni?”

  “Tomar dada bashay thakle to bolbe. Shami nei bari, chele jokhon iccha amay niye khelto chakor er shamne, r chakor ki boshe thakbe? Sheo ekdin eka peye amay chude dilo.”

  “Jibon janlo na?

  “Janbe ki kore? Noren er shaheb bari firle, tobe to janbe? Shaheb bari fere na, oi dike choto shaheb o jokhon bari thake na, Noren to mohakhushite jemon iccha chudte laglo amay. Nijer bou er moto kore, foshti noshti korte thaklo. Tomar bhai powero iccha puron holo. Ebar barir chakor er shathe ma er deho bhog korlo she. Noren o khushi. Shami bari nei, r shei barir bou ke eka peye chode, tao chele shamne, r cheleo bahoba dey.”

  “Ki bolish?”

  “Ha. Er age baba ke niye amar shathe raat khela korto. Baba bari nei, tai ebar babar bichanay arek porpurush niye ashlo Suhil. Noren je amake lagiyeche, ta Suhil bhalo korei bujhlo. Ta, ek din raat e, Suhil amay niye khelche bichanay. Pod e bara guje chudei choleche. Hotat jore jore, bollo

  “Noren da! Noren da!” bole chilliye uthlo. Ami ektu thomke gelam. Noren ei fake hajir. Noren o oi drishho dekhe ha. Amar ga e ekta shuto nei, r amar pechone shuye shuye amar nijer chele amar pod e tar bara ta guje chudche. Noren ke dekhe Suhil ekta theme bollo

  “Dada, amar khub jol teshta peyeche. Jao to, amar jonne ek glass jol niye asho to.” Noren r ki korbe, niche giye jol niye ashlo. Er por jol niye ashtei, Suhil thapano bondho kore, Jol khelo. Oi dike Noren er obostha kharap. Dhutir niche taal gaach hoye ache. Noren er ageo amay lagiyeche, kintu Suhil er shamne kichui korar shahosh pacchilo na. Tai, Noren baire beriye jabe, emon shomoy Suhil aste aste thapate thapate bollo

  “Noren da, khub ghum peyeche naki?”

  “Na Shaheb.”

  “Tahole bosho. Golpo kori.”

  Noren r Ami dujoni obaak. Noren ebar matite boshte laglo. Suhil bollo

  “Aha dada. Khate bosho. Nahole tomay dekhte parbo na.” Noren r ki korbo. Thik khater ek konay boshlo. Amar tokhon obostha kharap. Shamir amay pod marche, R oi dike barir chakor eshe bichanar arek konay boshe boshe ta dekhche. Bichanay shuye shuye shamir obortomane nijer peter chele amar pod khana marche, r shei barir chakor bichanar onno pashe boshe boshe tar barir memshaheb er manshol pod er thapani dekhe moja nicche, r sheo thapache shaheb er chele. Suhil ebar aste aste korte thaklo, r Noren er shathe golpo korte thaklo.

  “Ta dada, aaj kaal ma er gud chude r shanti pacchi na. Joto tight chilo, oto tight nei. Karon ta ki bolo to?”

  “Ami ki jani choto shaheb?” Noren amta amta kore bollo.

  “Ta dada, tumi bole aaj kaal sharadin ma er shathe khub dushtumi koro…”

  “Koi na to dada…” Noren ektu bhoye bhoye bole…

  “Ma kore na?” Ebar Suhil amay jigesha korlo.

  “Ha kore…”

  “Barir chakor tomar shathe ki ki kore ma?”

  “Tor baba r tui jokhon bari thakish na, tokhon amar shathe dushtumi kore…”

  “Ki dushtumi ma?”

  “Shari dhore tane, tor ma er dudh tipe dey, pod tipe dey…”

  “R ki kore ma?”

  “Tui jokhon bari theke ber hoye jash, tokhon amar shari khule fele dey…”

  “R ki kore?”

  “Amake khali blouse r petticoat e ghurte baddho kore…”

  “Keno ma?”

  “Tar Shaheb er bou ke bole tokhon khub shundor lage…”

  “R ki ki kore?”

  “Ami kaaj korar shomoy shomoy amake disturb kore…”

  “Ki bhabe disturb kore ma?”

  “Pechon theke amar blouse er upor diye dudh tipe. Saya uthiye amar pod khana tipe…”

  “R ki ki kore?”

  “Taan diye amar blouse r petticoat khule fele dey. “

  “Er por ki kore?”

  “Amar dudh niye khele, pod niye khele…”

  “R ki kore?”

  “Tor babar ja ja kora uchit, tai tai kore…”

  “Ta babar ki ki kora uchit?”

  “Tar bou er dekhvaal kora uchit?”

  “Ki bhabe dekhvaal korbe?”

  “Tar bou er gud er chulkani metabe. Pod khanae chude moja dibe.”

  “Kintu sheta ke kore?”

  “Amar nijer peter chele kore. R ta nahole barir chakor oi kaaj kore.”

  “Noren da, eta ki shotto?”

  “Na mane r ki…” Noren amta amta korte thake…

  “Tumi ki bashay ma eka thakle, ma er shathe foshti noshti koro?”

  Noren da chup kore thake. Amta amta kore bole

  “Choto shaheb, ki korbo bolun… Barite emon ekta maal thakle kar ba control thake…”

  “Ta obbosho thik… Ta ekhon control korcho ki kore dada?”

  “Bohu koshte theme achi babu…” Noren da bole

  “Ta, ma tumi ki noren da ke koshto diyei jabe, naki ektu koshto laghob korbe?”

  Ami oi dike ki korbo bujhchi na... Tobe bojhar agei tomar bhaipo bollo

  “Ta dada, ma er dudh gulo to besh boro… Kheye dekhbe naki?”

  Noren da jeno megh na chaitei jol pelo. Bollo

  “Ta dada, oto boro jinish dekhe ki r keo shamlate pare?” Bole eshe amar dudh ek khana mukhe pure chushte laglo. Oi dike chele amar pod merei jacche. R ami je ki mojay achi, ta amie jani… Amar haat obbosho tokhon Noren er laura kachei chole geche. Dhutir nich diye dhon ta ghoshte laglam. Noren o tokhon pagol er moto amar dudh chushte laglo. Emon korchi, tokhon Noren bollo

  “Memshaheb, aste. Ebhabe korle to apnar hatei maal pore jabe…”

  “Ta, maa. Ebhabe maal noshto kora ki uchit? Raat e thik moto bhaat khao ni. Ta, raat er dinner ta bhalo kore shere felo ebar…” Bole pod theke bara ta ber kore anlo. Ene, ebar amar mukher kache dhore bollo. Ami chosha shuru korlam du jon er bara ebar. Tarpor, dujon ek shathe amar mukhe maal fello. Amay maal khaiye pet bhoreo shanti holo na oder. Ebar Suhil bollo

  “Ta, Noren da, pod khana to ektu agei chudlam. Ebar gud khana chudbo. Ta, tomar pod khana chudte, kono shomoshya nei to?”

  “Na shaheb. Memshaheb er pod khana emon khasha je sharadin chudeo klanto hobo na.”

  Didi, ami besh obaak hocchilam. Amar shamir bichanay, amar chele r barir kajer chora mile discuss korchilo, ke kon side e amay chudbe. Ami ha kore shunlam. Tarpor, Suhil amar niche shuye bollo

  “Lokkhi ma amar. Amar barata amar jonmobhumite probesh koriye dao to…” Ami ommano korlam na. Shundor kore bara ta gude bhore aste aste chudte laglam.

  Ebar Suhil bollo

  “Aste ma. Noren da keo chance dao, tomar pod e bara dhukate. Bechara ki tahole na chude morbe?”

  Bole amay chepe dhorlo. Ebar amar chakor, amar pod e bara guje dilo aste aste. Ek dike chele, arek dike chakor, ebar amay taal e taal e chudte laglo.

“Kemon lagche go Norenda?”

  “Sheirokom go chotoshaheb. Emon maal chude ke na pagol hoy…”

  “Kemon lagche go ma, amader haat e chodon khete?”

  Ami oi dike chorom shukher guhay probesh korechi. Eker por eker jol khoshacchi, r oi dike, amar chele r chakor mile amay chudei choleche… Ek shomoy, Noren bollo

  “Choto shaheb, r ei tight pod khana chude parchi na go. Maal felbo.”

  “Ta darao, amio gud e maal felbo…”

  “Shaheb, jodi kichu hoye jae?”

  “Hoye gele to bhaloi. Tobe niyomito oshudh khacche to, chintar kichu nei. Iccha moto maal fela jae. Ki bolo ma? Tomar gud r pod khana to amader maal er storage container, tai na magi?”

  Ami kichu bolte parlam na. Khali matha narlam. Ebar Suhil bollo

  “Ne magi. Ebar tor gudei maal charlam! Aaah!” Amar bacchadanite araam kore gorom birjo dhallo amay boro chele. Oi dike, Noren o amar pachar guhay maal dhala shomponno korlo. Er por, ora dujon amar du pashe shuye porlo.

Emon shomoy tomar dada phone korlo. Suhil dhorlo.

  “Hello Bina?”

  “Na, baba ami.”

  “Kemon achish baba?”

  “Eito, bhaloi…”

  “Ta, tor ma bhalo to?”

  “Bhaloi to mone hocche…” Amar dike takiye hashlo. Eto porimane tara maal

  dheleche, je amar gud r pod diye maal nodir moto boye choleche. R ami chup kore chokh bondho kore shuye achi.

  “Ta ki korche tor ma?”

  “Tomar bou pod khana eliye bishal bishal dudh er khoni dekhiye, ekhon chodon kheye porisranto hoye ghumiye ache mone hocche.”

  “Ta, ma er thik moto kheyal rakhchish to?”

  “Ha. Ta rakhchi. Khub bhalo korei rakhchi.”

  “Ki korchili etokhon?”

  “Ma er gud r pod e maal bhorchilam baba…”

  “Ta bhalo bhalo… Amar kaaj komiye dili r ki... Ta, bhalo thakish… R tor ma er kheyal rakhish…”

  “Ok baba…”

  “R mone kore tor ma ke oshudh khaiye dish kintu…”

  “Dibo ne baba… Kintu na dile hoy na???” Ami moja kore bollam.

  “Na dile je tui ei boyoshei baba hoye jabi…”

  “Bhaloi toh. Tomay dadu bole dakbe r ki…” Ami heshe bollam.

  “Haha. Bhaloi bolechish. Ta, ja bhalo bujhish kor. Ami rakhlam. Ghumate jabo.

  Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight baba.” Bole phone ta kete dilo Suhil.

  “Shunle toh ma. Tomar dekhbhal korte bollo baba.”

  “Ta, barir kaaj er lokkeo niye korte boleche shuni?”

  “Ta, Noren da ebarir chakor. Ta, tomar sheba korbe na?”

  “Amar pod r gude maal dhele sheba korbe, tai na?”

  “Ha.”

  “Ta, bhaloi korchish tora…” Ami heshe bollam. Oi dike dekhi, oder bara abar dariye

  geche. Suhil ebar bollo

  “Noren da, arek round hobe naki?” Noren kichu bollo na. Khali hashlo. R bara ta amar mukhe pure dilo. Ebhabe shara raat je koto bar chudlo, tar eyotta nei.

  Ebhabei, tara daily raat e amar “Sheba” jotno korto…

  Ma abar bortomane fire elo. Pishima bollo

  “Ta, bhaloi to moja korli re tui…”

“Ta, korbo na? Tomar dadar ashar naam nei. Ta, chele r chakor ki boshe boshe dekhbe? Tara, sharadin ek jon na ekjon amay chudei jeto. Barite, amar jama kapor pora bondho hoye gelo. Prothom prothom shari porte dito. Pore, khali blouse r petticoat pore ghore ghurte hoto. Er por, shudhu petticoat. Chele kotha

-Ma tomar eto shundor duto boro boro dudh er factory ache. Egulo lukiye rekhe labh ki?

Er pore, petticoat porar jhamela thekeo ora mukti dilo. Noren Suhil ke bollo

-Dada, petticoat er niche lukiye lukiye pod chatte ta amar r bhalo lage na. Bar bar petticoat tule pod chatte hoy. Ta, petticoat gulo chara ghurle hoy na?

-Thik bolecho dada. Ekhon theke petticoat charai ghurbe ma. Shetai shobar jonne mongol.

-Ki bhabe mongol shuni?

-Jokhon iccha tokhon eshe amra tomay chude dite parbo. R tumi jokhon tokhon moja nite parbe.

-Ta barite porbo ki shuni?

-Tumi bibahito mohila. Tumi to tai mongolshutro porbe, shakha porbe, shidur porbe, chaile gohonao porte paro.

  -R kapor?

-Kapor er to konoi proyojon dekhchina ami.

  -Oh acha. Ta, amar shidur khana ektu muche geche mone hocche. Ektu diye ashi?

-Dorkar ki? Amie diye dicchi. Bole Suhil amay niche namiye bara khichte laglo. Khiche thik amar shithir majhe maal fele bollo

-Ei nao ma. Tomar shidur diye dilam.

  Er por theke Jibon na thakle, ami ghore r kokhonoi kapor porte partam na."

  "Ta, Subir holo ki kore?"

  She arek lomba kahini… Ma heshe bollo…

  Kichudin porer ghotona. Barir shobai baire. Bari khali ma, Noren da r shobcheye chotota. Gorom poreche, r Noren da er ottachare, (naki bolbo bhalo bashay?) ma er ga e shobhabtoi konoi kapor nei. Khali ga e ranna korche ma r Noren da boshe boshe shobji kutche.

“Ta memshaheb, apnar pachakhana khali din din mone hocche paka peper moto barche.”

“Shokale Suhil, Dupure Tumi r Raat e tomar shaheb er ador pele ota to boro hobei. Parar chele pele der kotha baad e dilam.”

Noren da khali hashe... Emon shomoy bell ta beje uthlo. Ma bollo,

“Jao, dekho to ke esheche Noren…”

“Acha…”

“Boshar lok ashle, drawing room e boshte diyo.”

“Acha.” Bole Noren da dorja khule. Dekhe, Pradip Dutta dariye ache. Bollo

“Nomoshkar dada.”

“Nomoshkar dada. Ta, Bina boudi ki bari ache?”

“Ha, achen. Ami deke dicchi. Apni borong drawing room e ektu boshun…”

Oi dik theke ma jigesha korlo “Ke esheche Noren?”

“Oi train er oi lok ta.”

“Oh acha. Tahole amar maxi ta niye asho Noren…”

“Kothay ache memshaheb?”

“Tomar shaheb jawar por shesh jekhhane tumi felechile…”

“Kothay memshaheb???”

“Tomar room e bodhay… Dekho toh…”

Noren da ebar kheyal korlo, Pradip babu ha kore takiye ache… Bollo

“Ta dada. Dariye achen keno… Boshun, memshaheb ekhoni ber hocchen…”

Ei bole, Noren da ma er maxi khana ma ke diye ashlo. Er por, ma eshe dekha korlo. Ma ke dekhe Pradip babur obostha aro chanabara. Bishal bishal dudh jora jeno shada maxi-r bhetor theke fete ber hobar cheshta korche. Maxir niche nei onno kichui. Tai, besh ekhana prodorshoniyo jinisha amar ma. Tai, Pradip babur obostha ta shochoniyo hoya shabhabik…”

“Nomoshkar dada. Kemon achen? Hotat ki mone kore?”

“Na. Apnader elakatei ekta bosti te ektu ashchilam r ki. Ta, bhablam, apnar shathe ektu dekha kore jai…”

“Oh. Ta, apni basha chinlen ki kore?”

“Na. Bostir chele peleder kache jigesha korlam. Tara niye elo. Bostir chele peleder bhetor apni toh besh jonopriyo…”

“Ta r bolte…” Ma heshe bollo. Tarpor bollo

“Ai Noren, Pradip babur jonne ektu cha koro toh…”

“Korchi mem….” Bollo Norenda. Er por pradip babu bollen

“Ta, dada ki bari achen naki?”

“Na. Apnar dadar je chakri… Bashay thakena bollei holo…”

“Koi thaken?”

“Office er kaaj e kaaj e, sharadin bochori to to kore Kolkatar baire ghure beran…”

“Ta, emon shundor ekhana bou pele ami bari chartam kina shondeho…”

“R apnar dada bou ke onno ra bhog kore khae…” Ma min miniye bollo.

“Mane?”

“Kichu na…” Ma heshe bollo.

“Jai hok. Apnake hoyto, amar NGO er kotha bolechilam. Ta, amra ekta workshop korbo shiggiri. Ta, apnar moto ek jon ke khujchilam r ki…”

“Ta, amar ki dekhe apnar pochondo holo?”

“Apnar kon jinishta dekhe pochondo hobe na, bolun. Ta, dadar ki kono apotti ache?”

“Apnar dadar ashole kono kichutei apotti nei. Ta, workshop ta kobe?”

“Ei toh. Shamner shoptahe…”

“Ta, bhaloi…”

Emon shomoy Noren da eshe bollo

“Memshaheb, cha toh baniyechi. Kintu dudh toh bari nei… R parar dokan tao to bondho… Ekhon ki kori?”

“Darao, ami eshe bebostha korchi… Tumi dadar shathe bosho. Ami ashchi…” bole ma ranna ghore gelo. Ek minute por, fire elo cha er cup niye. Tarpor, onar haat e dilo. Uni khawa shuru korlo…

Ebar Noren da ke bollo

“Tomar ghore na dudh chilo na…”

“Memshaheb manage koreche r ki…”

“Kotha theke?”

“Tar eto boro stock ache… Manage kortei pare…” Noren da heshe bollo.

“Cha tat oh besh hoyeche… Ta, kon pattir cha?”

“Ta, bazaar e jeta pawa jae….”

“Amio toh tai kini. Kintu eto moja toh hoy na… kon company dudh?”

“Ta, barir dudh…”

“Barite gavi ache naki?”

“Ta amader ekhana ache r ki…” Noren da heshe bollo. Mao hashlo. Pradip bokar moto hashlo.

Cha sheshe Pradip uthe dariye dorjay gelo.

Ebar Noren ke bollo

“Ta, tomar gavi ta palo koi?”

“Ei ghorer bhetorei…”

“Ta, dekhchi na je…”

“Ta, apni dekhechen… Kheyal korenni r ki… “ Noren da heshe bollo

Ma bollo

“Ta, abar ashben…”

“Ashbokhon… Ami apnake phone e janiye debo kothay kokhon ashte hobe…”

“R majhe majhe apnader barite eshe dudh kheye jabo khon… Thuri dudh cha…”

“Jokhon iccha ashben moshay…” Ma heshe bollo…

  Du din porer ghotona. Raat doshta.

  Ta, ami ma r baba khola akasher niche shuye achi. Shuye achi bolle bhul hobe. Ma babar upore, r ami ma er upore. Ma er pod e ami, r ma er gude baba bara guje ma ke shundor kore sandwich kore rekhechi. Ta, baba dudh chosha shuru korlo. Ma bollo

  "Ja paro kheye nao. Ja paro chushe nao aaj raate."

  "Keno shuni?" Baba jigesha korlo.

  "Kaal ami ektu Kolkatar baire jacchi."

  "Hotat?"

  "Na, tomake Pradip babur kotha bollam na? Taar ekta workshop hocche. Ta, shekhane Voluntary work er jonne ami jacchi r ki."

  "Koydin er jonne?"

  "Eito. Hobe du din er jonne."

  "Ta bhalo. Kokhon ber hobe?”

  “Eito. Kaal shokale uni gari pathabe.”

  “Ta, besh. Ta eka ekai jaccho?”

  “Apatoto, toh tai plan... Ekhon taratari choda shesh koro…” Ami r baba chodar speed bariye dilam. Ma bollo

  “Magi tor gud chude emon kenore!” bole aro jore thap dite thaklo baba…

  “Magi aaj tor pachata fatiye felbo!” ami chilliye uthlam. Ma ebar bollo

  “Ish… Chup… Aste bol Suhil!”

  “Keno?”

  “Tui ki chash barir chakor januk, je tor babar jaygay, tui ami pode bara guje rakhish? Elaka bashi januk, je tor babar duty tui puron kore, amar bacchadanite iccha moto maal felish?”

  Elakar bikkhato magi, mane amar ma, ek dike cheler bara pod e bhore, arek dike shamir bara gude guje, Sati Savitri sajche, emon bhab, jeno tar barir chakor konodin take choyni, jeno elakar chele pele kokhonoi ma er pod mareni!

  Baba ma er pobitrota dekhe mughdho. Ei mughdho hobar jonne, naki chodar speed bariye debar karonei hok, baba maal out kore dilo condom er bhetor. Amio r thakte parlam na. “Joy Guru” bole maalta chere dilam, ami amar “pobitro” ma er pod er ontorale. Ebar rest nebar pala. Ta ami bollam

  “Baba, amar kaal porshu chuti ache. Amio jabo ma er shathe…” Ami bollam.

  “Tui giye ki korbi? Tui toh ekta bod er haddi!” Ma bollo.

  “Ami bashay eka boshe boshe ki korbo? Amio oder ke help korte chai…”

  “Aha Bina, dao na. Chele eto kore chaiche…” Baba bollo. Ma r ki bolbe. Bollo,

  “Acha. Thik ache jabikhon.”

Ami hashlam.

  “R baki dujon?” baba jigesha korlo.

  “Ora thakbe Susmitar barite ei du diner jonne.”

  Ta, baba to eta jane na. Bollo “Ta, besh… Jao tomra dujon ghure asho…”

  Ta, jei kotha. Shei kaaj. Ami r Ma porer din shoakle ready hocchi. Ta, dekhi, ma bag gucchache. Bag e kapor bhorche. Ta, bollam,

“Ma, ekhono ready hoy ni? Taratari ready hoye asho.”

  “Kintu bag khana to ekhono guchate parini…”

  “Aha, ami r Norenda guchiye dicchi… Tumi jao snan kore asho…” Oi dike Noren da hajir. Noren dao ma er pechon pechon bathroom e jacchilo. Ma bollo

  “Noren, aaj na. Amar tara ache…”

  “Memshaheb, porer dui din toh r apnake pabo na…”

  “Tomake toh substitute diye jacchi…” Noren da hashe. Ami jigesha korlam

  “mane?”

  “Sheta Noren kei jigesha kor. Ami snan e gelam.” Bole ma chole gelo. Norenda ke jigesha korlam

  “Ta, substitute ta ke?”

  “Susmita boudi.”

  “Mane?”

  “Amio jacchi bacha gulor shathe oi bari… Oder dekha shona korte…”

  “Tumi toh r oder dekha shona korte jaccho na… Jaccho toh, Susmita mashike shona dekhate… E ki ami r bujhi na?”

  Noren da hashlo. Tarpor, amra bag guchate laglam. Ta, Noren da ke bollam

  “Ta, besh gorom poreche dada. Ma er koekta mananshoi dress dao toh!”

  Noren dao bujhe gelo. Backless ekta hatakata tight tight blouse bhorlo ma er bag e. Tarpor, shari bhorlo ekta patla. Bra bhorte jacchilo. Bollam

  “Noren da, eki ki korcho? Tumi ki chao ami du din dudh na kheye mori?”

  Noren da hashe. Tai bollo

  “Panty gulo bhora tahole bekar… Tai na chotoshaheb?”

  “Tumi toh dekhchi besh buddhimaan dada…”

Erpor, ekta petticoat bhore dilo. Er por bag ta lagiye dilo. Bollam

  “Raat e porar jonne Maxi bhorbe na?”

  “Aha, shaheb… Raat e apnar shathe ghumabe… Ta, apnar egolu lagbe…” bole koek packet condom bhore dilo. Er por bollo

  “Memshaheb er toh bhorosha nei… Apnar shathe aro koekjon guest thakte pare… Eguluo bhore dei…” Bole bag e aro koekta condom bhore dilo. Ami hashlam. Bollam,

  “Memshaheb er eto kheyal rakho tumi Norenda?”

  “Aha… Ami apnader shathe thakle, memshaheb ke condom chara chodate amar konoi apotti nei…”

  “Keno?”

  “Duto baccha diyechi… Aro debo… Tobe, amake chara memshaheb er gude maal felte ami dibona…” Noren da heshe bollo. Amio hashlam. Oi dike ma daak dilo “Noren, amar shari ta diye jao toh…” Noren da ebar ma er choose kora shari dite jacchilo. Ami arek khana shari haat e diye bollam, “Ei set ta niye jao… Manabe…”

  Ma kichukhon por ber holo. Ma ke tokhon oporup shundor dekhacche… Sleeveless r backless laal petticoat. Tar shathe laal patla shari… Nei kono bra, nei kono panty. Blouse ta tight, tai mone hocche, ma er bishal duto dudher factory jeno ekhoni fete andolon korte korte beriye ashbe. R petticoat ta ma navir thik niche porechilo. Noren da dekhe, petticoat ta tene aro niche namiye diye bollo

  “Ebar thik hoyeche…” Ma ebar bollo

  “Suhil, eta pore ami ki kore orphan r buroder help korte jabo shuni?”

  “Aha ma… Etate khub bhalo lagche…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Aha ma… Baccha gulor kotha jani na… Kintu buroder jonne khub bhalo hobe… Tara nishchoi tomar moto hot maal onek din dekheni…” Emon shomoy, baire garir horn er awaj pawa gelo. Ami bollam

  “Taratari cholo ma. Gari chole esheche.”

  “Kintu ebhabe?”

  “Acha darao…” bole ekta shaal poriye dilam… Ma ke niye ebar ami niche namlam.

  Ta, ami r Ma niche namlam. Neme dekhi uncle gari niye boshe ache.

  “Nomoshkar boudi. Apnake toh besh lagche…(ma ke ek polok bhalo kore chekhe niye) Ta, puro ready toh?”

  “Ha dada. Cholun.” Amra garite uthlam. Ami boshlam driver er pashe. Ma r uncle pechone. Driver tar boyosh hobe 40. Naam Harvinder. Shikh. Sheo bhalo korei chokh diye gile khelo ma ke.

  Ta amra rouna dilam Raniganj er uddeshe. NGO-r head office okhane. Ta, jacchi. May mash. Shokale halka rod, tao, besh gorom. Ta, garir AC noshto. Tai, ghamchi. Ta, ma er dudh er arektu bhalo prodorshon pete, naki ma er kotha chinta korei hok, ma ke bollo

  “Boudi. Besh to gorom. Apni chador ta khule felun.”

  “Na, amar kono shomoshya hocche na dada.”

  “Aha ma kholoi na. Gorom e toh.” Ami heshe bollam. Ma r ki korbe. Khule fello tar shaal. R unmukto holo tar khola mith, r almost nogno bishal bishal dudh jora. Tai, mai jorar dike takiyei uncle bollo

  “Ta, bhalo dress up korechen.”

  “Kemon uncle?” Ami jigesha korlam.

  “Na, ei gorom er jonne khola mela r ki…” Uncle heshe bollo.

  “Amie choose korechi uncle. Ta, beshi khola mela naki uncle?”

  “Na, ekdomi na. Ami bolbo khub shundor maniyeche tomar ma ke.” Uncle heshe bollo.

  “Dekhecho ma. Uncle kemon proshongsha korche.” Ami heshe bollam. Ma r ki bolbe…

  Edike, driver ek drishtite looking glass diye pechone takiye takiye ma ke dekhche. Uncle kheyal korlo. Bollo

  “Harvinder, shamne dekhe chalao. Nahole toh accident korbe…”

  “Na, sahab… Pichese gari….”

  “Pechone gari nei, tobe ekta gavi ache…” heshe bollam ami…

  Raniganj besh dur…Ta, amra golpo kortei kortei jachilam. Ta uncle jigesha korlo

“Ta, apnara ki breakfast kore eshechen boudi?”

  “Na dada… SHomoy pai ni…”

  “Acha… Shamne ekta Dhaba ache. Okhane amra prai thami… Harvinder… Jara samnewali Dhaba mein rukna…”

  “Ji Sahab…”

  Ektu porei amra Dhaba te thamlam. Ma chador ta porte jacchhilo… Uncle bollo

“Aha boudi… Eto gorome? Oder toh r AC nei.” Ma r ki korbe… Chador charai gelo. Ta, amra charjon giye boshlam ekta table e. Ta, amra jetei, shobar chokh ma er dike. Dhaba te beshir bhag e truck driver, nahole kuli mojur diye bhorti. Shobar chokh diye jeno gile khacche ma ke. Comment o korche…

  “Raat ki rani hoye re… Tor bor er kache r firte chabi na tobe…” ektake bolte shunlam aste aste. Amader pechoner tablei bosha. Ma o kom jay na. Aste aste or uddeshei bollo

  “Tui ekbar amar kache aay. Tui r tor bou er kache firte parbi na…” O shune ekebare chup. Ta, order nebar jonno ashlo chokra. Chokra amar boyoshi. Khub ador jotno korte laglo amader. Keno, ta hoyto bujhtei parchen… Giye shudhu ma er pashe dariye ache. Upor theke ma er bishal ekta clevage she khub enjoy korche. R jabar shomoy “bhule” ma er pithe haat dicche. Abar bolche