Odbhut Amazing 6 by polly mom

“Sorry madame. Galti se…” Ma kichui bole na… Ta, amra khete laglam. Toh, khabar shomoy, “bhule” ebar harvinder tar joler glass ta ulte dilo. R jol chite ma er sharir upor porlo. Tate, ja holo ta bolar moto noy. Ma er patla shari r blouse bhije gelo, r sharir upor diyei ma er dudh dutor puro outline dekha jete laglo. Shobai toh ebar ha kore ma er dudher dike cheye thaklo. Harvinder bollo

  “Ki korle eta Harvinder? Boudir sharita bhihjiye dile!”

  “Sorry memsahab… Galti ho gayi…”

  “Darao, mucche dicchi…” Rumal niye ma er dudher upor ghoshte laglo uncle. Ma thamate giyeo thamate parlo na… “Charun charun… lagbe na dada…” kintu ke shone kar kotha? Uncle ma er dudh muche dite giye aro feshad badhalo. Tip lege, ma er mai theke dudh leak korte laglo. Tate, blouse aro bhije jete laglo. Ma ke uncle bollo

  “Oma, aro bhijche je?” Ma ebar shore giye bollo

  “Dada… O emnei…” Lojja peye bollo.

  “Na, dudh leak korche r ki uncle…”

  “oh acha acha…” uncle heshe bollo

  Ta, ekhon r ki korar? Blouse tai paltate hobe. Garite jawa chara toh r upay nei. Ta amaro tokhon mathay buddhi ashlo. Bollam

  “Ma, ei bhije blouse pore thakle toh thanda lagbe…”

  “Na lagbe na… Ami garite giyei change kore nebokhon…”

  “Na, ekhoni koro… Oshushto hoye porle?”

  “Aha… Suhiil thik e bolche boudi… Apatoto blouse khana khule shari diye dheke rakhun… Ma r ki bolbe? Baddho hoyei blouse khana khule fello. Khule ebar shari diye bishal bishal danob duto lukanor bertho cheshta korte laglo. Uncle hashlo. R harvinder khub khushi. Bhalo korei ja dekhte cheyechilo, tai dekhte parche.

  khawa sheshe, Ma gelo haat dhute. Dhabar pechone gacher tole drum diye haat dhobar bebostha koreche. Dekhi, koekta, driver cigarrette tanche. Ta, ma ke dekhe ekta siti marlo. Ma hashlo. Kichui bollo na. Ma gelo basin e haat dhute.

Ma er du pashe dujon gelo haat dhute. Haat to dhulo na shudhu, konoi diye sharir upor diye ma er dudh thelte laglo. Ma kichui bollo na

  Ebar taraaro dushshahosshik holo. Ekjon directly, sharir side diye ma er nogno dudh er upor haat diye dilo. Tip ditei finki mere dudh ber holo. Driver ta bollo

“Sali se garam dudh nikalti hain!”

  “Main bhi dekhu!” bole arekta driver ma er sharir bhetor haat dhukiye dudh tipte laglo. Ma ebar bollo

  “Hoyeche… Amar jete hobe…” bole haat shoriye fello. Ora ekjon bollo

“Magi, tor dudh ektu chekhe dekhi!” bole ekta bishal danob ber kore mukhe pure dilo.

  “Charo! Jete hobe!”

  “Arektu dara…” bole chushe jetei laglo. Edike arekjon arekta ber kore chushte laglo. Emon shomoy ami gelam haat dhute... Amay dekhei, ora bhoy peye gelo. Dudh chere dour! Ma saree thik kore fello

  “Dekh to! Haat dhute ashlam.. Shanti moto haat o dhute dilo na shoytan gulo…”

  “Tumi buje ja jhuliye rekhecho… Tate, oder dosh diye labh ki? Cholo…” bole amra fire gelam. Giye garite uthlam. Othar pore kheyal korlam, ora shob dur theke dariye dekhche. Ta, gari start dilo Harvinder. Ta, ekta chechiye uthe bollo

  “Magi, er porer bar ashish! Tor dudh shob shabar kore deboni!” Ma haat nere oder dike takiye shudhu hashlo…

  Gari chere dilo…

  Amra Raniganj pouchalam dupur ektar dike. Ta, Raniganj er ektu baire NGO-r guest house. Ta, workshop kaal. Tai, ekhono lokjon thik moto asheni. Ta, giye dekhi, ekta lok amader jonno opekkha korche. Gari theke namtei, lokta bollo

“Nomoshkar Sir.”

  “Nomoshkar Brijen. Shob toiri toh?”

  “Ha. Shob toiri.”

  “Boudi, o hocche amader guest house er caretaker Brijen. Khub bishoshto. Ekai, ei guest house er dekha shona kore. Eki shathe, caretaker r cook amader guest house er.”

  Ma er dike, ebar bhalo kore chokh buliye nilo Brijen. Chahnitei bojha jacche, shudhu sari diye dhaka, bishal bishal kalo dudh jorar upor hamla korai tar mul uddesho! :P

  Ta, amader Brijen bujhiye dilo

  “Nomoshkar dada. Apnader room ami taiyaar kore raikhichi. R kono kichu lagle amay khali ekkhana daak deben. Ami chole ashhokhon!” ami hashlam. Mone mone bhablam, ki korar jonno ashbi, ta bhalo korei bojha ache. Uncle bollo

“Apnara jaan. Taratari snan ta shere ashun. Ek shathe khabo.”

  Ta, room e gelam. Room e giye ami bollam

  “Ma, ami snan e gelam. Amar shathe asho.”

  “Na, re. Ami shokale snan korechi…”

  “Aha, choloi na… Je gorom poreche…”

  “Na baba. Tui amar shathe snan e jabi mane bujhechi.”

  “Shomoshya ki?”

  “Na, tor uncle amader jonno wait korche….”

  “Aha, dekho, taratari kore dicchi…” bole ma ke thele bathroom e dhukalam. Ma er porone, ekta petticoat chilo, dudh er upor obodhi… Ami tene sheta khule fellam.

“Aha, aste... Ekta petticoat e ache…”

  Emon shomoy kheyal korlam, bathroom er ventilation diye ke jani uki dicche. Ami kheyal korini, emon acting kore dekhlam. Kheyal korlam, Brijen amader dekhche. Ta, spectator jokhon peyechi, tokhon ektu moja korai dorkar. Ami ebar shundor kore, ma ke Brijen er dike, face koralam. Tarpor, Ami shaban niye ma er bishal bishal dudh jorar upor ghoshta laglam. Fenay bhore gelo kalo kalo milk factory gulo. Top top kore dudh o porlo besh. Ma er dudh duto ojon kore bollam

“Ma egulor ekhon ojon koto hobe?”

  “Ami toh r bajar e giye dari palla diye mepe dekhini.”

  “Aha… Ektu andaaj kore bolo…”

  “Ta, hobe 8 KG er moto…”

  “Aha… bhaloi bhari hoyeche…”

  “Hobe na? Tumi barir chakor ke niye chude chude pet badhabe dudh er jonno. R egulo ki patla hobe naki?” Ami hashlam.

  Tarpor, ma ke ghuriye, ma er bishal pod e shaban makhalam. Ma oi dike, amar dhon ta haat niye khicchhe. Bollo

  “R kothao ki shaban makha jay na?”

  “Aha… Onno kothao toh por purushra haat dey na…”

  Brijen ke dekhiye dekhiye ma ke snan korate laglam, r dekhlam brijen kaapche. Bujhlam, bechara ei scene dekhe khiche nichche. Ta, ami ebar pod er futoy angul dilam. Dekhi ektu chap ditei pod er futo puro chichingfak. R pod er futor theke chuiye chuiye maal porte laglo. Ma ke bollam

  “Eki holo ma?”

  “Ta, hobe na? Tomar baba toh shundor kore dubar amar pod ta mere maal dhallo.

  Erpor, shokale gechi snan korte. Mukhe shaban mekhechi. Chokh khulte parchi na. Emon shomoy ke jani amar pechon theke joriye dhorlo. Bhablam tor baba nishchoi…

  Bollam. “Shona. Charo. Tomar bou er berote hobe…” Kintu tor baba ki r shone. Direct pod e bara entry kore dilo. Ta, bara je entry korlo, bujhlam, e tor baba na. Oto lomba bara r kar hobe? Bujhlam amader priyo Noren amar pod marche…”

  “R tumio ma aram kore thapani kheye gele?”

  “Khabo na toh r ki korbo?”

  “Ta, ekhon ja ber hocche, ta hoche tomar shamir r chakor er maal er mix, tai na?”

  “R, kar hobe?”

  “Ta, cheler tao nao!” bole ami jei fiting korlam, ma er pod ta laganor jonno, tokhoni Uncle deke uthlo

  “Boudi, ashun taratari! Khabar ready!”

  Ma ebar shore giye gaye jol dhalte laglo. Bollo

  “baba, raat e aram kore chudish…”

  “Na, ekhoni ek round lagbe!”

  “Na, baba… Tui na bhalo? Raat e icche moto pod ta chudbi… Tor ma toh r kothao jacche na!”

  Ami ebar chere dilam ma ke. Kintu, ke janto, raat e ami eka chudbo na?

  Ta, amra snan kore ber holam. Ber hoye ami jama kapor porchi, emon shomoy ma bag khullo, jama kapor porar jonne. Bag khule dekhe, shudhu ekta tight laal blouse, ekta petticoat r ekta patla see through saree. R blouse ta puro sleeveless r backless. Just fite diye badha…

“Ei kapor ke bhoreche amar bag e?”

“Ami na Norenda…”

“Hmm… nije toh chode chodei, onnodero bara khara korabar buddhi shobshomoy…”

“Ma, tomar ja figure… Tate, ei obosthai hobe…”

Ma r ki korbe... Pore nilo ogulo… Kapor porar por, mone hocchilo, kapor na porai sreyo chilo… Krishno kalo dudh gulo jeno fete ber hoye jabar cheshta korche blouse duto theke. R pechone je bishal duto pahar ache, ta shobhabtoi besh bhalo korei bojha jacchilo. Ek orhte, puroi bazar er besshar moto lagche. Puro course complete korar jonne ami ma ke bollam

“Ma, ektu garo kore lipstick dao to thothe... Tomay khub shundor lagbe…”

Ma ebar lipstick lagalo… Ami thakte parlam na… Thote ekta smooch kore dilam…

Ai char… ekhon na… Ekhon jete hobe… Ami khali dudh chipe bollam

“Raate jodi tomar pod chudte na pari, tahole tomar kopale dukkho ache…”

Ma hashlo… Tarpor, amra ber hoye gelam…

Dinning room e, boshlam amra. Dekhi uncle amader jonno wait korche. Tar shathe arekta lok. Lokta babar boyoshi. But besh strongly built.

“Boudi, ini hocche amader NGO-r head, Shuvonkor babu…”

“Nomoshkar...”

“Nomoshkar boudi. Apni ashate amra dhonno…”

“Na… Na… Ami r ki korechi bolun… Dada bollen ashte, tai ashlam…”

Lokta oi dike ek drishtite ma er dudh er dike takiye thake… Ami boli,

“Uncle, ki dekhchen?”

“Na… Shocharachor, amader NGO-te eto shundor shundor mohila ashe na toh….” Amra shobai hashlam. Brijen khabar barte laglo. R amader dike muchki muchki haste laglo. Ma toh kheyal koreni Brijen chilo. R ami emon bhaab korlam, je amio kheyal korini… Ta, Brijen icche kore kore ma r amake ektu special special khabar dite laglo. Ma bollo

“Brijen, tomar dim er korma ta toh khub swaad hoyeche…”

“Thank you madame… Kintu aro bhalo hoto…”

“ki kore?”

“Jodi ami aro fresh dudh dite partam kormatate… Tahole khub shad hoto…”

“Oh…” Ma kichui bujhlo na… But, ami hashlam. Bujhlam, oi lok kisher pechone legeche…

Ta, Shuvonkor uncle ma ke bollo

“Boudi, apnar barite ke ke ache?”

“Ei, ami, amar tin chele, r barir chakor…”

“Apnar husband?”

“Tinio achen, kintu dosh mashi kaajer jonne kolkatar baire thaken…”

“Ta, apni eka eka ki kore shomoy kataan?”

“Eka eka ki? Ghore chele ache…”

“R chele jokhon bari thakena?” Ma heshe bollo

“Tokhon chakor ache…”

“Ta, apnar onno duto cheler boyosh koto hobe?”

“Ora picchi. Ekjon 9 mash. Arekjon 3 bochor.”

“Bolen ki? Ora dujoner toh age difference thik ache… Kintu Borotar shathe oder eto difference?”

“barir shobai tokhon eto kore bollo…”

“Apnar barite te shudhu apnar chele r chakor thake…”

“Oi r ki…” Ma heshe bollo. Uncle ra confused. Bollo

“Ta, dada raji hoye gelen?”

“Tar raji hobar r na hobar agei shob bebostha hoye gechilo… Tobe, pore tar konoi beparta niye apotti chilo na…”

“Mane?”

“She ek lomba kahini dada… Pore bolboni…” Bole, ma uthe gelo haat dhute... Amra ebar uthe gelam.

Prothome, amra gelam oprhanage e. Prodip babu, ami r ma. Ta, shekhane jetei dekhi, prochur baccha ra. Pray 40 jon er moto hobe. Amader dekhe toh tara khub khushi. Bojha gelo, tader visitor khub ekta ashe na, tao mohila visitor. Ta, prodip uncle bollo

“Babu-ra! Kemon acho tomra? Dekho, tomader shathe dekha korte ke esheche…”

“Ke uncle?”

“Eta hocche tomader Bina aunty. R eta hocche tomar Suhil dada.”

“Hello…” Chele pele gulo amader ghire dhorlo. Choto gulo 10-13 bochorer moto. Bakira 14-17 bochorer moto. Ta, amra tader ke niye ekta side e boshlam. Bikaal bole 14-17 bochorer baccha ta khelte beriye gelo. R amra picchider niye boshlam golpo korte. Ta, uncle koekta ke niye side e holpot korte thaklam. R amake r ma ke bakira ghire dhorlo. Toh, amra tader shathe golpo korte thaklam. Ta, ma khub bhaloi golpo korche oder shathe. R orao moja pacche. Ta, ma kheyal korlam, ma er pechone r side e jara boshe ache, tader modddhe keokhjon ma er dike ek drishtite te takiye ache. Ashole, ma er dike noy, ma er picher dike, ebong ma er komorer side e. Ma shari je bhabe poreche, tate blouse khana besh bhalo kore beriye ache, side diye. R blouse gulo eto tight, je ma er dudh besh bhalo korei beriye ache. R backless blouse e, puro pitthatai dekha jaccha. R bacchara khub moja niye dekhche. Amar tokhon ektu buddhi khele gelo. Ami aste kore ma er komore haat dilam. Kore, ma er pete haat dite laglam. Baccha gulo boro boro chokhe amar dike takiye thaklo. Ami pechoner baccha gulo dike takiye hashlam.

Oi dike, ma feel koreche. Ma ki ekta bolbe, bollam

“Ma, tumi oder shathe gholpo koro please. Ami edderke time dicchi.” Ma r kichui bollo na.

Ta, ami pet hatrei jacchi… Ta, ekjon er mone holo, sheo haat dey. Kintu shahosh pacche na. Jodi ma kichu bole, jodi ami boka dei. Ami mone mone haslam. Elakar chelepelera nijeder iccha moto ma er shorir chete pute khae, r era chutei bhoy pacche. Ami ishara korlam, haat dite…

Baccha ta ebar aste aste haat bariye arek side diye maa er pet ta dhorlo… dhore, ghoshte laglo aste aste. Ami haslam. Baccha gulo khub moja paache. Ebar arekjon oi baccha tar hat shoriye niye nije ektu haat dite laglo. Amio ebar haat shoriye dilam. Amar jaygay, arekta chele haat dite thaklo. Ebar ma amar dike takalo. Ami bollam

“Ma, tumi oder ke shomoy dao. Ora tomar shathe kotha bolchilo. R eder ke eder moto khelte dao na please.” Ma hasslo. Kichui r bollo na. Onno dike, arekjon ebar ma er pithe haat dilo… Ta, oder moddhe ekjon, khub bhoy pacchilo. Tar haab bhhaab ddekhe bujhlam, tar o khub dhorar iccha kintu bhoy pacche. Ami take kache ene daklam. Tarpor, taar haat ta dhorlam. She ektu bhoy pelo. Ami tar dike takiye haslam. Tarpor, ma er dudh er upor haat ta rakhlam. Oi ebar ha hoye gelo. Ami aste kore ekta tip dilam. R tate, ma er norom dudher feel pelam. Baccha ta ebar arek haat diye baki dudh ta dhorar cheshta korlo, kintu tar haat e purota aatlo na. she aste aste korte laglo, r ma er bishal dudh jora niye khelte laglo. Onnodike, taar dekha dekhi, arekjon o ma er arekta dudh niye khela shuru korlo. Koekjon, ma er pith, koekjon komore, koekjon peter chorbi, r koekjon ma er dudh niye khelte thaklo. Ma oi dike, emon bhab kore onno der shathe golpo korche, jeno kichui hocche na.

Oi dike, 14-17 bochorer gulo back korlo. Bollo

“Aunty, amader shathe time deben na?” ekta chele bollo. Chele tar chokh puroi ma er dudh er dike. Ma r ki bolbe. Bollo

“Asho, tomrao golpo koro…”

“Na aunty… Amader shathe khelte hobe…” Ma ektu kachumuchu korchilo. Bollam

“Ma, cholo oder shathe kheli.” Ma r ki bholbe. Amar shathe uthe gelo. Amra ebar gelam oder shathe khelte. Ta, ora haa du du khelchilo. Ami mone mone haslam. Ma bollo

“Ore, baba. Ami ha du du khelbo na…”

“Aha ma… Kheloi na…” Ma ebar shari ta bhalo kore komorer shathe pech dilo. R tate, sharir bhor eshe porlo ma er dudher upor. R dudh duto aro theshe dhorlo. Ebar team select korlo ora. Ora 10 jon er moto ek team e. R amader team e ami ma r du jon. Ma bollo

“Tomra oi team e eto beshi?”

“Aha aunty. Apni eto boro… Apnar shathe amra parbo naki? Tai, ek side amra dole bhari, r arekside e apni ekai bhari!” heshe bollo ora. Ta, amra khela shuru korlam. Ta, ora prothome ashlo. Amra char jon keo dhorte parlam na. Bujhlam, ora besh bhalo khele. Ebar amrao oder side e dhu mere ashlam. Ora keo khub ekta agalo na. Ta, koek round gelo. Temon kichui holo na. Ta, sheshe round e, ebar ma gelo. Ebar dekhlam, prottek ta chele khub active hoye uthlo. Tader shobar mukhe hashi. Bujhlam, nishchoi tara kono ekta plan kore rekheche.

Ta, “hadudududu…” korte korte ma oi side e gelo. R chele gulo jore jore bolte laglo

“Du du du du du du…” Ma ebar oder ektu chowar cheshta korlo. Ora shob shore gelo. Ta, ma ektu nora chora korte laglo. Ma dourate laglo. R ma er bishal bishal pahar jugol jeno lafiye beriye ashar jonno chailo. Koek second er moddhe ma kheyal korlo, ma ke ora shob ghire feleche. Oi dike, ma er dom pray bondho hoye geche. Ma firbe, emon shomoy ora hamla chalalo. Shobai mile ma er upor jhapiye porlo. R tate, ma puroi matite pore gelo. R oi dike, chele gulo shobai ma ke tip te laglo koekjon. DUdh pod, shobi chapte laglo. R oi dike, ma er backless blouse er fite ekjon tene chire feleche. Tai, blouse ta purai chire gelo shamne diye. Arekjon shari niye tante laglo. Tate, ma er bishal bishal dudh unmukto hoye gelo. R edike chelera iccha moto ma er dudh chipte laglo. Ma amader side e ferar bertho cheshte korte laglo. R oi dike, chele gulo ma er moja lut te laglo. Arekjon, petticoater nicheo haat diye diyeche. AArekjon petticoat ta uthiye feleche. Uthiye ma er pod tipte laglo. Ma er r othar kay da nei. Uncle edike shob dariye dariye dekhchilo. Uncle moja nicchilo situation tar. Hotat tar hush firlo. Bollo

“Ai! Ki korchish tora! Char char! Hoyeche!” Chele gulo ebar ma ke chere dilo, r ma shari ta tene kono mote, sheta diye dudh dhaklo. Tarpor, petticoat ta thik korlo. Uncle ebar ma ke tule dhorlo. Tule dhorar shomoy obbosho tar haat dudher nichei chilo! :P

Ma ke bollo

“Boudi, apnar chot lageni toh?”

“Na na… Amar blouse ta koi?”

“Apnar blouse toh chire geche boudi… “ blouse ta mati theke tulte tulte bollo uncle. Tarpor, baccha gulo ke jharte jharte bollo

“Toder kopale aaj punishment ache! Tora toder auntyr eki korli? Jama chire dili keno?” Chele gulo matha niche kore hashche. Tader plan shofol! Ma er edike koruna hote laglo. Bollo

“Aha… Oder ki dosh? Ora toh just khelte giye bhule chire feleche.”

“Toder kopal bhalo. Toder aunty khoma kore diyeche. Tahole, toder aaj kopale dukkho chilo!” chele gulo haslo. Tarpor, ma ke bollo

“Boudi, ami ki ekta blouse jogar korbo naki?”

“Na… Dorkar nei…”

“dekhi ashe pashe kono quarter er karo paoya jae kina… Obbosho, apnar ta je size, paoya jabe kina mushkil…” heshe bollo uncle.

“Thak tahole…” ma bollo. Ebar amra ektu rest korte boshlam. Ma just shari diye bishal bishal dudh jora dheke rekche. Pithta puroi faka. Purai ekta sex magnet. Ebong ma er ei state shobai moja nicche.

Emon shomoy, uncle shobar jonno glass e kore dudh niye ashlo. Baccha ra bollo

“Na... amra dudh khabo na…”

Uncle ebar ma ke bollo

“Dekhun toh boudi, era dudh eke barei khete chae na. Ki korbo bolun toh…”

“Babura, tomra dudh kheye nao…”

“Na… Amra khabo na… Dudh khete bicchri lage!”

“Tomader Suhil dada toh prottek din khae babara”

“Ki bolen aunty?”

Ami ebar bollam

“Ha…. Ei dekho…” bole ami shari ta shoriye, mukhe ekta kalo dudher factory pure chushte laglam. Ma bollo

“Eki korchish?!”

“Aha… Oder pushtir obhaab puron korcchi.”

Chele pele gulo shobai ha kore takiye thaklo!

“Ki bolo? Ami prottek din dudh khai… Dudh khete toh khub moja!”

“Na dada… Ekdom na…”

“Na, asholei khub moja… Kheye dekho…”

“Amader bhalo lage na…”

“acha, ebar kheye dekho…” bole arekta dudh oder ekjon ke shadhlam. Chele eshe mukhe pure niye chushte laglo. R tar mukh bhore gelo gorom dudhe… Cheleta jeno haat e shorgo pelo. Emon mojar dudh ki r keo kheyeche? Oi dike, shob gulo cheler moddhe humri lege gelo. Bollo

“Ai shor. Ebar ami khabo!”

“dada pet bhore kheye nei!”

“Na, amra age!” ami ebar ekta bota free kore dilam. R onno chele ra otar upore hamla chalalo. Iccha moto karakari kore tiptipte dudh khelo pray 25-30 ta chele pele. Emon obostha, uncle r ami mile, ekta line e dar koriye dilam. R ora serial e giye giye ma er dudh khete laglo. Pet bhore jokhon dudh khawa shesh, tokhon uncle bollo

“Ebar tora ei glass er dudh ta kheye ne.”

“R khabo ki kore uncle! Auntyr dudh kheye toh amader pet puroi bhorti!”

Amra haslam.

  Shedin raate. Ma, ami r Uncle ekta dalan er shamne haajir holam. Dalan ta besh boro. Shamne ekta signboard e “briddrasrom” lekha.

  Uncle mukhe ekta muchki hashi niye bollo

  “Boudi, etai hocche amader briddhrasrom. Ta, ekta warning debar dorkar.”

  “Ki?”

  “Ekhane jara thake, tader shobar boyosh 70+. Shobari heart er shommoshya nahole pressure ache. Tai, handle them with care.”

  “Mane?”

  “Na, tomay dheke eder heartbeat r pressure bere jete pare”

  Barbei na keno? Blouse chara jodi shudhu shari r petticoat pore ekta 46H sizer dudhial magi shamne diye ghore, tobe buroder oshubidha hoyatai shabhabik. Jai hok, ma kapor ta thik kore, ebar dhuklo. Dhuktei, ekta bishal hall room e, pray 15-20 jon buro khete bosheche. Shobar boyosh pray 85-90.

  “Nomoshkar kakura. Eta hocche amader Bina boudi. R tar chele Suhil. Ta, aaj apnader sheba korte esheche era.”

  Karo mukhe kono kotha nei. Shobai ek drishtite ma er bishal bishal dudher dike takiye thakte laglo. Ta, bhaggish, khabar ekhono asheni, tai, golay atkabar bhoy nei. Ta, amra giye ekta side e boshlam. Ta, khabar serve kora shuru holo. Ta, uncle bollo

  “Boudi, era onekei nije haat e khete parena. Apni jodi oder ektu help korten, tobe bhalo hoto.” Ma ebar ek buror kache gelo. Buro bollo

  “Ma, ektu khaiye debe please? Arthritis er karone thik moto haat narte pari na…”

  Ma heshe ebar khabar makhiye ready koriye den. Ma jotokhon dhore ready kore, totokhon buro appetizer hishebe chokh diye bishal bishal mai gulo jeno bhog kore. Ta, bakirai ba baad jabe keno?

  “Ma, amaro ektu dorkar…”

  “Amaro….” Bole shobai dake ma ke.

  Ta, ek buror ta shesh kore, arek buror kache jay ma. Ta, jete jete, ek puror chair er shathe, ma er achol ta bedhe jay. R ma jei arek buror kache jabe, shei tar achol ta taan lege chole jae. Shathe shathe bishal bishal boro kalo pepe gulo shobar chokher shamne bheshe uthe. Buroder kache to puroi jackpot. Emnei kono meyer shongsporshe nei kotodin dhore, kintu aaj tara keno lottery te kotipoti!

  Oi dike, ma tar du haat bhore bishal bishal dudh duto lukobar cheshta kore. Cheshta obboshoi bertho hoy, karon ma er haater talute oi bishal bishal dudh ate na. Ma charteo parche na dudh duto, abar saree o tante parche na. Amay bollo

  “Suhil ektu sari te khule de na!” Ami jeno haat e moya pelam. Aste kore, saree ta taan diye petticoat theke bibhed kore dilam. Buro ra obaak. R ma to obboshoi.

  “Eta ki korli?”

  “Tumi na bolle, Sari khana khule dite…”

  “Ami bolechi, chair er shathe lege thaka part ta khule dite buddhu!”

  “Oh, sorry ma.”

  “Ekhon ki kori, bolto?”

  “R ki korar ma? Saree ta matitei bhalo lagche.”

  “Ta, ami ki tahole khali saya pore haatbo?”

  “Haatte paro. Darao, daduder jigesha kori. Dadu, ma ke ki ebhabei bhalo lage?”

  Buroder obbosho mukh diye kotha berobar jor nei. Chapa mone hoy bidhe geche. Mukh r norate parche na tara. Ha kore achei toh ache. Ek buror mone hoy shock ta kom legeche. Bollo

  "Ta, dadubhai tumi thik e bolecho. Ma, tomar oi saree porar konoi proyojon nei. Tumi toh amader meyer motoi…”

  Onnodero etokhone hush fireche. Bollo “Ha… Ha…”

  Uncle obbosho ektu protibad kore uthlo. Bollen

  “Boudi, eta kintu thik hocche na. Era kintu heart r pressure er patient…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Aha, ma toh daduder sheba korte esheche. Tai, tara jai chai, shetai kora uchit na?”

  “Ta obbosho thik…”

  “R apnader kono oshubidha hocche dadu?”

  “Na… Na…” Burora shob shomoshore bollo. Ekjon aste aste bollo

  “Etokhon sareer side diye koshto kore dekhte hocchilo. Ebar koshto ghuchlo!” Heshe uthe shobai.

  Ma ke ebar oi buro bollo

  “Ta, amar bhaat ta makhiye dao na go ma…”

  “Kintu… Egulo dhakbe ta ke?”

  “Aha, ami tomay help korchi…”

  “Apnar na haate betha? “

  “Aha, shokto bhaat makhate koshto hoy… Kintu omon norom jinish dhorte r koshto hobe keno?”

  “Kintu besh bhari kintu dadu…” Ami warning dilam…

  “Tobe, ami help korcchi dadubhai!” bole arekjon ebar egiye ashlo. Ebar tara dujon mile ebar ma er duto dudh dhorlo. R mai ba ki korbe? Oi duto buror tepon khete khete tader bhaat makhiye dite laglo. Ek buro bollo

  “Amar na haat khana bhije jacche…”

  “Amaro dada… Ghamchi naki?” Arek buro bollo

  “Are, manush eto ghame naki?”

  “Oma, shada shada ki jani ber hocche…” buro ebar lokkho korlo. Buroder tepone dudh jhore porte laglo beye beye… R tate, ma er petticoat khana bhije jete laglo aste aste. Ma er obbosho oi dike kheyal nei. Tini, buroder jonno bhaat makhiyei jacche. Ebar amay bollo buro

  “Ta dadubhai, ma er dudh kheye kheyei ki eto boro hoyecho naki?”

  “Na. Majhe off chilo. Er por, abar khawar bebostha korechi…”

  “Ta, baba ke ki bolecho? Je ma er dudh khete icche korche. Bebostha korte?”

  “Dudher bebostha korte baba ke lage naki? Nijerai korechi…”

  “Nijerai korecho?”

  “Ha. Ta, emnei dudh ready hote dosh mash lage. Baba bari nei. Ta, babar jonne boshe thakle ki cholbe?”

  “Baba kichu boleni?”

  “Baba toh dudh khete perei khushi. Ke ba kara bebostha koreche, tar ta janar proyojon bodh koreni. Tobe, ekbar jigesha korechilo, bujhiye diyechi, amie korechi.”

  “Ta, koreche ta ke shuni?”

  “Prothom ta toh dekhte amader barir chakorer moto… Ditiyo ta je dekhte kar

moto, thik bujhte parchi na.”

  “Tumi na bolle, tumie bebostha korecho?”

  “Ta, shob shomoyie toh chilam. Tobe, amar ma abar amar kache ektu derite ashe r ki…”

  Burora obaak. Edike, ma er bhaat makhano shesh. Khali ek buror baki. Boyosh prae 100er kachakachi. Dekha gelo, tar shamne konoi plate nei. Ma jigesha korlo,

  “Uni ki khaben?”

  “Ta, onar konoi daat nei toh. Tai solid kichui khete parena. Tai, onar jonne liquid kichu aanche…”

  “Torol ki khae raate?” ami jegasha korlam.

  “Beshi bhaag ratei dudh e khae…”

  “Ta, dudh shamne gavin thakte, abar dudher bebostha kora lagbe keno?”

  “Ki bolchish tui?” Ma ebar amay jigesha korlo.

  “Aha ma. Bujhlam, jayga moto goal korte parini. Obbosho dosh, amar na. Prothom barer bar toh amari hobar kotha chilo. Kintu barir chakorer shathe khele prothome ami toh lead niyechilam.”

  “Tori dosh. Tui barir chakorke khela shikhiyechish, r sheo tor baba r tor oborto mane, faka mathe icche moto goal koreche, tomar age, tomar poreo. Ditoyobar obbosho, tui khelar agei, puro ek football team amar mathe kheleche iccha moto. R tui foul na diye, ulto pore oder hoye khelechish. Obbosho, dubari goal er assist er jonno tui credit pash r ki!” Ma heshe bollo.

  “Ta, jai hok. Bebostha toh r ekar jonne korini. Shobar jonnoi korechi. Ta, daduke ektu khete dao. Dekho, bhejaal dudh kheye kheye shorir er ki obostha. Tumi aaj take fresh dudh khawao…” Buro ebar heshe bole

  “Ma, onek din pet bhore dudh khai na. Ei jol meshano dudh r kotoi khaoya jae bolo?” Maer ebar ektu koruna holo. Bollo

  “Acha…” bole, ekta kalo danob dadur mukhe pure dilo. Edike, onno buro ra, khawa chere oi fokla buror dike hingsha bhora chokhe takiye thaklo. Ei dike, arektu dudh theke shomane dudh leak korte korte, ma er pettticoat bhije geche. Ma ke bollam

  “Ma, tomar chaya ta ebar khule felo.”

  “Keno re?”

  “Dekho, bhijhe ekebare ekakar.”

  “Na, tao dorkar nei. Ami ki tahole, ebar nogno obosthae ghure berabo?”

  “Ekhane ghurle r ki problem? Shobai toh tomar babar motoi… R uncle er konoi shomoshya nei.”

  “Ha… Ha… Khali kakuder problem na holei holo…” Uncle shomotti janalo. Ebar buroder jigesha korlam

  “Ta, dadura, khule fellei ki bhalo hoy?”

  “Ha… Ha… Becharar jama kapor bhije geche… Khule na felle toh thandai lege jabe…” Ek jon bollo.

  Ma r ki korbe? Petticoat er dori dhore taan dilo. R amar priyo matri bhumi shobar shamne prokashito holo. Dabna Dabna bishal bishal pod er kotha toh baad e dilam!

:P

  Buroder emnei mai dekhe obostha kharap. Tar upor oi bishal bishal kalo pod khana dekhe, jeno ek ek joner fete jete laglo. Pa e bol pae na thik e haatar jonne, kintu bara darabar konoi shomoshya dekhlam na eder. Edike, ma er dudh khawano shesh. Ta, ebar ami buroder jigesha korlam

  “Ta, dadura. Apnader r kono bhabe sheba korte pari…” Karo mukhe kono kotha nei. Ekjon bollo

  “Ta, amar ektu shahajjo lagto…”

  “ki dadu?”

  “Na, amar okhanta na fule khub betha korche.”

  Ebar shobai bolte thaklo.

  “Amaro na eki shomosha hocche!”

  “Amaro na khub betha korche…”

  “Amaro na kemon lagche…”

  Ebar uncle bollo

  “Boudi, eta apni ki korlen? Shobari toh ekhon okhane betha korche…”

  “Amar ki dosh? Apnarai na bollen.”

  “Ha ma… Tomar jonnoi daduder ei obostha. Ta, tomar ebar onader help kora uchit.” Ma r ki bolbe. Bollo

  “Kaku, eta bathroom korlei shere jabe…”Ma bollo

  “na… Bathroom theke ektu agei firlam.”

  “Na, keo ektu haatre dile thik hoye jeto.”

  “Ta, ektu haatre nin…”

  “Ami ki kore parbo? Shorir er kotha baad e dilam. Haat e thik moto narte pari na…”

  “Acha, thik ache, ami haatre dicchi…”

  “Ta, amakeo ektu haat re dao ma.” Ek buro bollo

  “Acha apnakeo dicchi…”

  “Amake?” arek buro ebar bollo.

  “Amar toh haat duto…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Ta, dadu… Mukh diye kore dile ki hobe?”

  “Amar konoi apotti nei…” Oi buro heshe bollo

  “Tobe, tai hok…” Ma bole, duto bara dui haat e nilo, r ekta bara mukhe pure chushte laglo. Ei dike, onno burora, ma er dudh r pod niye khelte thaklo.

  “Apnader na, haat e jor nei? Tai, khichte parchen na?”

  “Aha… Tomar moto kore toh r parchina…” heshe burora bollo

  “Ma, kotha bole time noshto korona… Onekei dariye ache tomar jonno. Shobai ke shahajjo koro…”

Ek ek kore, shob buroi ebar bara haat e ma er shamne haajir holo. R amra nogno krishno kalo ma, shobaike, ke sneho bhore karo bara haat diye khiche dite laglo, abar karota mukhe pure chushe dite thaklo.

  Mojar bepar holo, ei buroder karori, ga er shokti nei. Ei dudhial magi r pod ba gude gadon debar shamortho nei. Kintu thik e, ma er shahajje, tara emon ek magir mukh r haater shongsporshe, moja nicche. Buro manush, tai beshikhon dhore rakhte parlo na. Keo ma er mukhe, keo chule, abar keo dudh epor iccha moto cum spray korte thaklo. 15-20 jon buror maal e bhore gelo amar ma er shorir…...

  “Dekhun, apnar ki budhi nei? Common sense er obhaab poreche?” NGO-r chairman make bollo.

“Na, dekhun… Ami just oder help korar cheshta korichilam…”

“Kapor khule, onader khiche maal ber kore, oggan kore?”

“Dekhun ami bujhini, beparta ebhabe serious hobe…”

“Apnar jonne 4 jon er pressure high hoye gechilo. Ekjon toh stroke kore mortei boshechilo! R apni bolchen, eto ta serious hobe bujhenni?”

“Tara toh kono badha dilo na…”

“Tara badha debe keno? Mishti pele toh diabatic rugira khete chae! Tai bole ki tader mishti deoya hoy?”

“Kintu…”

“Kono kintu na… Apnake er jonne jorimana dite hobe…”

“Kemon jorimana?”

“10 lakh taka dite hobe…”

“Oto taka ami pabo koi?”

“Apnar husband ke phone korun…”

“Husband ke ami ki bujhabo?”

“Bolben, apni ki korechen…”

“Dekhun, ami ki kore eta bojhabo?”

“Na bujhate parle, apnake r apnar cheleke security officer er haat e tule dite hobe. Ebong attempt to murder case kore dite hobe…”

“Dekhun apnar paye porchi. Amader security officer er haat e tule diben na please… Onno je kono shashti din, amra mene nite raji achi…”

“Hmm… Ekta kaaj obbosho kora jay…”

“Ki bolun…”

“Kaal amader ekta fundraiser campaign ache… Shekane apnake kaaj korte hobe…”

“Ki kaaj?”

“Ei, guest der jotno…”

“Ami raji…”

“Tobe, ekta shorte…”

“Ki?”

“Apnake kaal je bhabei hok, 20 lakh takar chada uthate hobe. Taholei ami apnake chere dibo. Nahoy, amar shob record kora ache. security officer er haat e disc ta dilei shob khalash hoye jabe….”

“Na… Na…O korbar dorkar nei. Ami kaal shob bebostha korboni…” Ma bole…

Ma er bukkake party jokhon shesh holo buroder shathe, tokhon dekhi du buro chair e hut kore pore gelo. R arekjon buke haat diye matite pore gelo. R amra sheta shamal dite ditei dekhi, NGO-r chairman haajir. Tini eshe pore, ambulance daaklen. Ta, doctor eshe chairman ke bole,

“Apnar ki hush gyan kichui nei? Buroder emon kora maal diye chodale ki r tader heart r lungs cholbe?”

“Dekhun, tini amader ekhane voluntary….”

“Voluntary naki khankimagi hoye ashche, sheta toh dekhtei pacchi…” Tarpor, ma er dike takiye bolen

“Apni ektu apnar bishal dudh gulo lukoben ki? Amar patient er pressure namche na!”

“Ami toh kapor porei achi…” Ma bollo

“Khali ekhana shaal shara gaye joriye labh ache? Apnar je bishal bishal ek ekta jinish, eder toh eto shohoje lukono jabe na!”

“Apni onake amar office e straight niye jaan!” adesh dilo chairman. R uncle amader office e niye elo. Er porei, ei ghotona….

Jai hok. Porer din. Ekta besh jompesh party hocche pasher ekta hotel bhara kore. Prochur nami dami lok esheche. Ta, ma er porone, ekta laal jamdani. Bhetor diye shob e dekha jacche. Blouse er faak diye je bishal cleavage ber hoye ache, tate shobar chokh ma er dikei. R bakira, ma er pod niye besto. Mao besh maniye niyechen. NGO-r chairmaner piche piche ghurche.

“Tini hocchen amader NGO-r big donors der moddhe ekjon.Take ektu entertain korun Bina.” Ma ke isharay bollo chairman.

Ma ebar loktar kache gelo. Loktar boyosh hobe 50. Ta, ma er shathe lokta handshake korlo. Lokta haab bhaab beshi shubidhar na. Ma er shathe kothai bolche, dudher khajer upor chokh rekhe.

“Ta, Bina apnake toh ekhane age dekhini.”

“Na, notun join korechi.”

“Oh acha. Ta, apni kotha theke eshechen?”

“Kolkata theke.”

“O “Na, notun join korechi.”

“Oh. Ta, apni kotha theke eshechen?”

“Kolkatate amader bari ache.”

“Ta, apnar husband ke dekhchi na to.”

“Ami r amar chelei eshechi. Uni office er kaaj niyei besto.”

“Office er kaaje besto thaklei amader labh…”

“Kemon labh shuni?”

“apnar moto oti oshadharon mohilader shathe amra ektu mishte pari.”

“Matroi toh mesha shuru korlen. Tatei, bujhlen ki kore oshadharon?”

“Na, apnake dekhei bojha jae.”

“Ki dekhe bujhlen shuni?”

“Ta, apnar je bishal bishal assets ache, tate ke na bujhbe bolun? Eto boro ekta cheler ma hoyeo apnar je figure.”

“Amar aro dui chele ache…”

“Or theke boro naki?”

“Na… Picchi picchi duto.”

“Bolen ki? Ora kothay?”

“Oder bari rekhe eshechi.”

“Ta, dada toh dekhchi office er fake fake thike apnar kheyal rakhen.”

“Kheyal rakhle, ekta onototo tar moto dekhte hoto.” Ma heshe bole.

“Ta, ke ki bhabe apnar kheyal rakhen?”

“Ta, jara dekhar tara dekhe. Apnaro dekhte icche hocche naki?”

“Ta, kar hobe na bolun.”

Bole ebar ma er komore haat dilen lokta. Ma ebar bollo

“Ta, apni jei kaaj ta korar jonno ekhane eshechen, sheta age shesh korun…”

“Sheta korbo. Kintu sheta joma debar jonno toh apnar ektu shahajjo korte hobe…”

“ki shahajjo bolun moshay?”

“Amar haater kolomer kali tokhoni ber hobe, jokhon amar nijessho kolom theke kali ber hobe r ki…” Heshe bollo lokta. Ma hashlo. Bollo

“Ta, apni table er boshun. Ami shetar bebostha korchi.” Bole loktate table e boshalo. Er por, ekta side diye, lukiye ma table er tole dhuke gelo. Tarpor bollo

“Ta, apni table er uporer kaaj ta korun. R ami nicherta.”

Lokta toh khushi… Ebar ma lokta 7 inchi kalo danda ta ber kore mukhe shope dilo. R lokta kepe uthlo cheque boi ber korar shomoye. Ebar uni aste aste chque boi ta ready korte thaklo. Ma ebar bara ta lollipop er moto cheta bollo

“Ami kali ber korbar agei jeno dekhi apnar kali ber kora shesh…”

“Chup kore bara chosh magi. Cheque ami ready korchi.”

Ma r ki bolbe. Mukhe danda bhore lokta choshathe laglo. Chushiye cushiye ma ke deep throat korte laglo. Tarpor, kichukhon pore, ma er gola bhijiye lokta uthe boshlo. Ma o chete khete khete ber holo table er tola theke. R lokta ebar ma er dudher khaje chaque ta bhaj kore bhore diye bollo

“Ne. Donation ta kore dilam….” Ma hashlo. Heshe fire takatei dekhe chairman tar pechone. Ma er blouer er faak theke cheque ta uthiye bollo

“Well done Bina. Ebhabe apnar blouse e aro koekta cheque bhorte hobe.”

Er pore, arekta loker shathe Ma er shathe ebar arekta lok er porichoy koriye dilo. Lokta besh boyosh hoyeche. Tar shathe du jon bodyguard. Tar char pashe aro tin jon. Shob e tar boyoshi. Ta, ebar chairman ma er shathe porichoy koriye dilo.

“Eta hocchen Bina Roy. R ini hocchen amader chief guest, Mohandanda Das. R amader shommanito donor ra.”

Mohananda Das jeno Ma ke dekhei mohanonde naachte thaklo. Baaper jonome onek magi lagiyeche. Kintu, emon ek dasha magi ke shamne peye jeno tar chokh ma er dudh er theke shorchei na.

“Ta Bina, tumi ebar take ektu entertain koro…” Ebar amake daak diye ektu side e niye giye bollo

“Suhil. Jao, tomar ma ke niye jao. Giye, mohanondo babu r tar friend er kach theke ekta bhalo amount er donation manage koro.”

Ami hashi mukhe ma er pechone pechone ashlam.

  Conference room er pashei, ekhana choto room. Roomtate, AC chara. Bodyguard ekjon doure dhuke age check kore nilo, shob thik kina. Er por, Mohananda babu dhuklen. Tar pechon pechon, tar je shob donor ra chilo, tarao dhuke porlo. Kintu ami r ma dhuktei badha.

“Dekhun, apnader thik moto body search na kore, amra dhukte dite pari na.” Bodyguard er bhetore je head she bole.

“Ki je bolchen. Ami just Mohananda babu r tar friend er shathe kichukhon kotha bolbo r ki.” Ma bole.

“Jetai bolun na keno, amader protocol er maddhomei shob korte hobe.”

“Kintu, apnader to kono mohila nei, je amake check korate pare.”

“Aha ma, ektu dao na onader check korte. Eto chintar ki ache bolo? Darao, ami help korchi!” Bole, ma er pallu ta fele dudh gulo tule bollam

“Dekhun dadara, er bhetore toh r bonduk lukiye rakhte parbo na.”

“Kintu blouse er majhe jodi uni kichu lukiye rakhen?”

“Blouse e ma er dudheri jayga hoyna thik moto, r onno kichu?”

“Tao, protocol er sharte…”

“Acha, thik ache…” bole blouse er hook khule ma er bishal bishal kaalo nogno dudh duto dekhiye dilam. Oder toh chokh chana bara. Bollo

“Acha, thik ache… Eta na hoy manlam. Kintu, nicher side ta?”

“Niche r kothay lukabe?”

“Petticoat er niche jodi pantyr bhetor kichu rakhe?”

“Ma toh r panty pore na…”

“Na dekhle amra biswas korbo na…”

“Acha, ei dekhun…” bole, ami petticoat ta uthiye ma er baal e bhora gud khana dekhiye dilam. Bodyguard ta jeno loluvo drishtite ma er gud er dike takiye thaklo. Bollo

“Hmm. Besh. Kintu, bhetore kichu lukiye nei toh?”

“Ki bolte chaichen apni?” ma bollo

“Uncle, bhetore ekhon khali. Biswas na hole apni angul diye dekhun…” Bodyguard jeno etari ashay boshe chilo. Giye torjonita ma er guder bhetore bhore bollo

“Na, temon kichui dekhchi na…” Ma bollo

“Dekhlen, biswas korlei parten…” Ma bollo

“Kintu pechone kichui lukan ni toh?”

“Ki ja ta bolchen…” ma bollo

“Acha daran…” bole lokta ebar ma ke ghuriye ma er pachay ekta chati marlo. Mere bollo,

“Na, kichu nei mone hocche…” Ebar ami bollam

“Tao, apnader sure koriye nei…” bole ami ma er pod er bhetore ekta angul bhore ghuralam. R ma chokh bondho kore bollo

“Eta ki korchish Suhil?”

“Aha, ma oder just dekhiye dicchi tomar poder bhetore kichui nei…” Ebar lokta ha kore bollo

“Acha, hoyeche. R checking lagbe na.” bole amar body search kore bhetore dhukalo. Ma jokhon bhetore dhukchilo, tokhon blouse er hook ta lagachilo. Ma ke dekhe mohananda babu bollen

“Ta, apni ki korchen?”

“Na, ami shudhu amar blouse er hook gulo lagachilam.”

“Aha, ota nao lagale cholbe madame… Amra amrai toh… Ki bolo Babu?” amar dike takiye jigesha korlo…

“Ha… Ha… Obboshoi…” Ami heshe bollam. Ma r ki bolbe?

“Ta, NGO te join korechen kotodin holo?” Ma ke jigesha korlo uncle…

“Etai amar prothom volunteering.”

“Ta, besh. Ta, babu, tomar baba kothay?”

“Baba toh Kolkatay.”

“Tomrao tar shathe thako naki?”

“Ha. Kolkatay amader bari ache.”

“Besh. Ta, madame, apnar ekhane volunteering kemon lagche?”

“Bhaloi lagche…”

“ Tomar?”

“Amar khub moja lagche…” Ami bollam.

“Ta, ki ki korle, tomra ekhane?”

“Onek kichui… Ami kom korechi… Mai beshi moja koreche.”

“Ta, ki moja korlen madame?”

“Ei, bacchader shathe shara bikaal ta khellam…”

“Tarai, tomake niye beshi kheleche ma…” Ami bollam.

“Ta, ki kore khello shuni babu?”

“Iccha moto ma er gotor niye kheleche…”

“Kemon?”

“Ei, baccha chele pele ra amar ma er dudh niye kheleche…”

“Bacchader kaaji to ota…”

“Burorao kheleche…”

“Ki bolo babu?”

“Ha… Ek jon heart fail o korechilo…”

“Ta, korbena keno… Tomar ma je cheeze…”

Ebar ma er dike ek drishtite gile felar cheshta korte thaklo lokta. Ma ebar egiye giye bollo

“Ta, dekhun amake boleche, apnader kach theke donation ta aday kore nite…”

“Aday korar kayda toh eta nah… Amader khushi kore nite hobe… Ki bolo Haldiraam?”

“Thik bola aapne…” mahananda babur pasher lokta bole.

“Ta, ki kore khushi kora jay apnader?” Ma jigesha korlo…

“Ei, amader shathe boshun… Ektu golpo korun… Amader mon ta ektu norom korun… Donation apne apni beriye jabe amader haat theke…”

Ma ebar tader shamne boshte gelo. Tokhoni haldiraam bollo

“Aha, okhantay keno ji? Yaha… Ekhantay boshun…” Bole, ma ke tader godite boshte bollo.

Ma ebar amar dike takay. Ami ebar ma ke haat dhore tene niye eshe boli,

“Ma ekhantay bosho… Uncle er kotha shune bhalo volunteerting korte hobe na?”

Bole ami mahanada uncle er pashe boshte boli. Ma r ki korbe? Boshe. Haldiraam bole

“Aha… Eto dure kyun? Kache kache…” bole ma ke tene ane aro kache.

“Ta, ekhon ki korte hobe bolun?” Ma jigesha kore oder.

“Ei dekhun, amader boddo teshta peyeche. Ektu jol khayaben toh age…”

Ma ebar ekta glass e jol niye ashe. Ashar por, mahanda babur haater kache ene bole

“Ei nin…” Mahanada babu mone holo ektu mone koshto pacchen. Ta, ei dekhe ami bollam

“Aha, ektu ador kore bolo…” Haldiraam bollo

“Aha, bolle hobe na… Khaiye dite hobe…” Ma ebar amar dike takay. Bollam

“Ma, ektu khaiye dao na becharake…” Ma r ki korbe? Khaiyano shuru korlo haat diye. Oi dike, NGO-r chairman onader jonno khabar pathiyeche. Ta, ei dekhe Haldiraam bollo

“Ta, mahananda dadar besh bhukh peyeche…” Ami ebar ma ke bollam

“Nao, ma… Onake khaiye dao. Onara eto dur theke esheche…”

Ebar haldiraam babu bollo

“Amar na ghar betha korche…”

“Ta, ami ki korbo?” ma jigesha korlo.

“Ami r baithte parchi na.” bole ma er kole matha diye shuye porlo. Ma besh obaak. Tobe, bhetore bhetore abar mojao pacche. Ebar ma bollo

“Ta, ebar ki donation ta pete pari?”

Mohanada babu bollo

“Na… Ebhabe hajar baar chaileo toh deoya jabe na… Age khushi korte hobe…” ebar amar dike takalo. Ami bollam

“Dekho ma, ektu ador jotno koro onader. Taholei toh hoy…”

“Ta, onader ador korbo ki kore shuni?”

“Ei, onader ektu ador koro. Ador kore khaiye dao.”

“Ador kore ki bhabe?”

“Onake shuyei bhalo kore khaoyao…”

Ma ebarektu shore gelo. R mohanada babu ebar ma er kole shuye porlo. Ebar ma bollo

“Ta, ki khaben bolun…”

“Ki khawar ache?”

“Ei, cake ache… Burger ache…”

“Na, ogulo amar pet shojjho korte pare na.”

“Ta, fol ache…”

“Ki fol?”

“Kola apel…”

“Pepe nei? Paka pepe?”

“Na…”

“Kintu amar paka pepe khete iccha korche…”

“Pepe kothay pabo bolun?”

“Apni mone hoy lukiye rekhechen…”

“Kothay lukabo bolun?” Haldiraam ebar sharir achol ta taan dey… R ma er blouse e jorano bishal bishal dudh jora prokashito hoy. Ma bole

“Eta ki korlen?” Haldiraam kichu bolar agei ami bollam

“Aha ma… Mahanda babur paka pepe khete icche korche… Ektu khaiye dekhao na.”

“Kintu…”

“Aha ma… Keno becharake koshto debe? Dao, ami bebosta kore dicchi.” Bole, ami ebar hook ta tene khule dilam. Tarpor, ekta bishal kalo danob dhore mahanada babur mukher kache dhore bollam

“Nin… Fresh paka pepe nin…” Mahanada babu tokhon mahanande ekta mai mukhe pure chuste laglo. Haldiraam ebar ma ke bollo

“Maine kya mistake kiya?”

Ma ebar nijei arekta mai haldiraam er mukhe pure bollo

“Ebar chup thak.” Haldiraam tokhon moner anande ma er dudh chushte laglo. Bollo

“Isme se dudh bhi nikalti hain?”

“Ha. Haldiraam babu… Ekebare fresh dudh…”

“Tumhare baap bohut samajhdar aadmi hain…”

“Keno uncle?”

“Na. Eto eto boro mai… Egulo teh dudh na hole ki r chushe moja?” Mahanda babu bollo

“Or baap samajhdar na chai. Parar chele pele r barir kaajer lok aro beshi samajhdar.”

“Keno?”

“Baap toh baritei thake na.”

“Tahole, apnar ei lajawaab shorir khana bhog kore ke?”

“Keno? Barite chele r kaajer lok ache na? Parar chele peleder kotha baad e dilam…”

“Bolen ki? Babu eki shotti?”

“Ha uncle. Barite thaki amra. Tai, bhog korbo amra…”

“Tomar bapu kichu bole nah?”

“Bashay thakle na bolbe…” ma bole…

“Tobe, babar kach theke amar chodar permission neoya ache…” boli ami

“Permission khali cheler. Kintu shei shujog nei puro parar lok…” ma heshe bole..

“Nebe na keno? Apnar je gotor…” Ebar mahananda babu ma er pod haatrano shuru korlo.

“Okhane haat dicchen keno?” Ma jigesha kore….

“Na… Ektu dekhar icche, apnar elakar lokjon kisher swaad nicche…”

Ami ebar heshe boli

“nin, ei dekhun…” bole, ma ke daar koriye shari khana khule feli…” Ma tokhon tar bishal bishal dudh gulo ber kore dariye ache. Khali petticoat. R kicchu nei. Tao, sheta nabhir besh niche. Haldiraam shuta dhore taan dite jacchilo. Ami bollam

“Aha uncle. Ma toh ador korlo… Ebar ontoto apnarao apnader kaaj ektu agaan…” Mahananda babu ebar ekta cheque boi ber korlo tar pocket theke. Ma bollo

“Ta, din ebar cheque ta…”

“Aha… Ador r shohag toh ekhono shesh hoyni…” bole ebar ma er petticoat er fite taan dilo. R tate ma er peticoat khana matite pore gelo. Ma er bishal bishal paka pod jora prokashito holo.

“Waah! Waah Kya baat hain!” bollo haldiraam. Ora dujoner totokhone dhutir bhetore tabu hoye geche. Ami bollam

“Ma, jao onader ektu help koro na…”

“R ki help korbo baba?”

“Dekhu dhutir niche kemon tabu hoye ache… Ektu help korleo toh paro.” Ma ebar haatu gere boshe tader dhutir nich diye haat bariye tader bara niye khelte thaklo. Jhanu magir haater sporshe tader bara jeno kepe uthlo. Tara dujoni chokh bondho kore rakhe…

Ma ebar bole

“Ta, hoyeche na ador?”

“Eto shobe shuru…” mahananda bole. Ami totokhone ma er gud er bhetor angul niye khelte shuru korechi. Bohudin kono barar sporsho lageni ma er gude. Tai, amar angul portei jeno bhije job jobe hoye gelo.

“Babu ebar tomar ma er gud lagabo ami…”

“Ta, ek shorte…”

“ki shorte?”

“Condom pore korte hobe…”

“Condom keno?”

“Nahole je amar pete abar baccha chole ashbe….” Ma bhoye bhoye bole.

“Ei chora condom pabo koi ekhon?” mahananda babu rege othe… Ami tokhon boli

“Tahole toh r gud chodar proshno ashe na…”

“Ta, ebar ki korbo shuni?” Amay jigesha kore. Ami boli

“Gud na hoy lagate parben. Kintu aro duto futo toh thik e baki ache.”

“Bolish ki?”

“Ma ektu baratar upore boshe dekhao toh….” Ma ebar baddho magir moto ubu hoye boshe mahananda babur barata nijer pode bhore dilo. Mohananda babur bara jeno oi tight pachatar bhetor dhuke ekebare aatke gelo. Uni chokh bondho kore rakhlo. Bojhai gelo, er age kono magir pod er sporsher moja paoya hoye utheni age. Haldiraam bollo

“Ta, amio kintu oi pod khana lagabo.”

“Obboshoi lagaben. Ta, mohanada babu chudte chudte apni laura ta chushiye nin…” haldiraam ebar dariye ma er mukhe bara bhore dilo. Ma ebar jhanu magir moto ek dike mahananda babur barar upor uthbosh korte laglo. R onnodike, haldiraam er bara chushe dite laglo. Dujoni tokhon chorom shukhey kabu.

Ami bollam

“Ta, mahananda babu, ma thik moto ador korche toh?”

“She ar bolte… Eto tight…”

“Bohudin choda hoy na pod ta.”

“Besh besh…”

“R haldiraam babu?”

“Tumhare ma kya lund choosta hain re…”

“Jani jani… Ma er mukhe maal fele felei toh ami expert…”

Buro manush. Beshikhon thakte parlo na. mahananda babu ma er tight pod khana bhashiye dilo tar maal diye. Haldiraam arektu holei ma er mukhe maal ta dhalto. Bollo

“Magi r parchina…”

Ami bollam

“Sheki? Ma er pod e apni apnar donation dhalben na?”

“Besh besh…” bole mukh theke bara ber kore ma ke shuye dilo. Tarpor, pechon theke bara khana pod e bhore dilo. Ebar thomash korei bara dhuke gelo ma er maal bhorti pod e.

“Eto chudli… Tao, besh tight…”

“Tight thakte thaktei moja niye ne gandu…” bole ma jol khoshalo. Ami giye ma ke tokhon lip kiss korlam.

“amar kacheo condom nei ma.” Bole,ebar ma er mukhe bara dhukiye dilam. Diye ma er mukhtate thapate laglam.

Haldiraam babuo oi tight pod e r kotokhon thakben? Tini tar barar shorbosto maal dhallen ma er poder ontorale. Ebar bara ber kore anlo tini. Ami bollam

“Ma, ami ba baad jai keno?”

Bole amio ma er pode amar bara ta dhukiye dilam. Diye, ma ke doggy syle e kottar moto chudte laglam… Mao moja nite thaklo. R haldiraam eshe ebar ma er dudh jora niye khela shuru korlo. BOllo

“Ebar saaf kore de magi..” bole, haldiraam, jei bara ta ekhon ma er pachay dhukiyechilo, shetai ma er mukhe purlo saaf kore debar jonno. Mao rendi magir moto chushe chushe baki maal tuku mukhe pure bara ta porishkar kore dilo.

Amio beshikhon thakte parlam na. Ma er pod e tiple creampie shomponno korlam. Araam kore ma er pod e maal dhele ebar ami ma er mukhe bara ta bhorlam.

“Ta, ebar donation ta paoya jabe?” Ma jigesha korlo .

“Obboshoi…” bole ebar Mahanda Babu ekta cheque likhlen.

Ma ebar haat baralo. Mahananda babu heshe matha narlen. Ma bollo

“Ebar r ki lagbe?”

Mahananda babu ebar ma ke isharay arektu kache daklo. Ma kache jetei, ebar mahananda babu chque ta bhaj kore ma er gud er bhetor dhukie dilo. Bollo

“Eta ekhanei dhukbe…”

  Shedin raate.

Ami r Ma shuye achi amader room e. Ma er gaye kono kapor nei. Ami shudhu boxer pore boshe achi. Shuye shuye dudh khacchi r ma amar panter nich diye bara niye khelche.

“Ma, ebar ektu lagai tomay…”

“Na…”

“Keno?”

“NGO-r chairmen eshe okhan theke cheque ber korle, tarpor…”

“Tahole, pod mari tomar?”

“Na… Dupure toh tora buro jowan mile icche moto chudechish amar pod ta…”

“Abar ekbar lagai na?”

“Shobe dhuye eshechi… Ekhon na…”

“Etokhone keno?”

“R bolish na… Tora tin jon toh chude shara. Bhablam, pasher room theke shari khana ene porbo… Jetei, oi obosthate amay bodyguard duto dekhe fello…”

“Tarpor ki holo ma?”

“Ora, amay dekhe hashlo. Ami ki korbo, bujte na bujhtei, ekta amar pechon theke dhore, amar dudh duto ojon korar moto kore bollo

“Ish… Eto boro boro dudher khoni… Shaheb ra toh besh mojai koreche…”

“Sheta tomar shaheb ke giyei jigesha koro….”

“Shaheb ke jigesha korbo keno? Amra nijerai chekhe dekhi…”

“Na… Charo tomra…”

“Kono charachari nei… Kapor ferot chash, tobe amadero moja korte dite hobe, ki bolish Jogesh?”

“She r bolte dada!” bole, arektao eshe amar dudh ekta mukhe pure chushte laglo. R pechoner ta amar arekta dudh niye khete thaklo. Tarpor, hotat kheyal korlo, amar pod diye goriye goriye toder maal porche. Bollo

“Ei re… Eki go boudi?”

“Tomar malik icche moto amar pod ta mereche…”

“Gud e dosh korlo ta ki?”

“Baccha hole ki tor shoshur amar bor ke bojhabe?”

“Tao obbosho thik… Tobe, joto maal dekhchi, babu eka feleni… Ek dozen lok ontoto okhane maal dheleche…”

“Oi tin joni dheleche… Etodin mone hoy amar pode dhalar jonnoi maal jomiye rekhechilo…”

“R tor chele ki boshe boshe khicheche?”

“She r khichbe keno? Ma er pod barite eka mare. EKhon lok peyeche, shobar shathei mereche.”

“Bolish ki boudi? Tor cheleo tor pod mare?”

“Chelei toh shobaike dawat kore kore ene amar pod maray…”

“Ta, besh… Ta, aaj amrao lagabo tor pod…”

“Tahole amar kapor ferot dibi toh?”

“Tor pod e age maal dheleni. Tarpor, chinta kore dekhboni…”

“Na, age shorto maante hobe… Nahole dhuktei debona…”

“Acha acha… Ebar or mukhta bondho korto jogesh…” bole amay ubu koralo. R oi bodyguard ta or chain khule bara ta amar mukhe pure dilo…. Oi dike, amar pechone jeta chilo, sheta amar poder khaje bara ghoshte laglo… Tarpor, kichu na bolei amar poder khaje bara dhukiye dilo. Bhaggish, tora maal dhelechili, nahole or akhamba bara dhuke pod ta tochnoch kore dito.”

“Er theke boro bara tomar pod mereche ma…”

“Keno? Mone nei? Tui R Norene toh ekshathe amar pod marli…”

“Aha… Puron kotha baad dao. Tarpor, ki holo bolo…”

“Keno? Bara dekhi khariye ache… Porpurush diye ma er por marate tor khub moja lage naki?”

“Tomar bujhi babake fele amader bara gude bhorte bhalo lage khub?”

“Amar ki dosh bol? Torai toh ma ke besshya banash…”

“Acha. Sheta pore. Tarpor ki holo bolo…”

“acha… koi chilam jani? O ha… Ekta amar pod marte thaklo. R arekta amar matha dhore pagol er moto thapate laglo…”

“Tarpor?”

“Toder room e toh godi chilo. Pasher room e kichui chilo na. Ta, ekta chair chilo… ora amay chair e boshalo.”

“Boshiye?”

“Dujon mile tader bara amar mukhe dhukiye dilo. Mukhe niyei toder maaler shaad pelam…”

“Ta, bhalo legechilo?”

“Konta je kaar maal, ta bujhbo ki kore? Kintu maal khete toh shaad e lage…”

“Tarpor?”

“Erpor, ora amay chair e fele chudlo…”

“Ki kore?”

“Amay chair e ulto kore boshalo. R amar pachata tene niye bara khana bhore dilo…. R arekjon shamne giye amar mukhe bara dhukiye dilo.”

“Besh… Tarpor?”

“Tarpor r ki? Pray adha ghonta chudlo obhabe…”

“Tarpor?”

“Tarpor, ekta maal fello pod e… R arekta amar mukhe fello.”

“Shesh?”

“Nah…”

“Bolo ki?”

“Ex-army… Eto shohoje chare? Er por, amay chair e shoja kore boshiye barata pod e dhukiye dilo. R je pod e maal dhelechilo, she ebar amar mukh chudte thaklo.”

“Tarpor?”

“Tarpor? Ora iccha moto mukh r pod thapalo. Ebar je pod chudlo, jogesh naki ki or naam, ora aro jorse thapiyeche… Bhaggish agerta maal felechilo, nahole toh pod fetei jeto…”

“tumi ota shob shomoyei bolo. Eksho ekta bara dhukleo tomar pod e kichu hobe na…”

“Er porer bar eksho ekta bara dhukanor dhanday achish naki?”

“Dekha jaak. Tomar kotha shune toh mone hoy, tomar pod maal diye bhorti kore rakha uchit amader…”

“Tora rakhish e toh…”

“Ami tomar pod oto chudi koi?”

“Tui na chudle ki hobe? Noren chode, nahole parar chele pelera keo eshe bhorti kore diye jae. R tor baba thakle toh sheo fele.”

“Baba kokhono jigesh koreni prottek raat e tomar pod maal e bhorti thake ki kore?”

“Tor baba jigesha korlei tor naam nite hoy… Barir kaajer lok ba parar chele peleder naam toh r nite parina…”

“Joto dosh nondo ghosh?”

“Joto dosh Suhil ghosh…” ma heshe bole.

“Tarpor?”

“Tarpor? Tarpor, o maal fello ekjon mukhe, r ekjon pode…”

“Shesh?”

“Na… Amio bhebechilam, okhanei shesh… Ora dujon du side e matite boshe porlo. R ami chair e boshe thaklam… Bollam

“Ebar amar kapor dao tomra…”

“Eto tara hurar ki ache? Dicchi. Tobe, ekta shorte…”

“Ki shorto ma?” ami jigesha korlam…

“ora ekbar kore oder bara amar gude dhukiye dekhte chay…”

“ki bolcho?” ami obaak hoye jigesha korlam.

“Ha…”

“Tumi oder baron koroni?”

“Kotobaar bolechi… kintu ora charar patroi na. bollo, khali ekbar dhuke khali dekhbe, kemon lage.”

“Tarpor?”

“Ami r ki korbo? Dhukte dilam…”

“Ki bolcho ma? Prottek bari tumi onnoder tomar gud age chudte dao.”

“Tokeo toh dei…”

“Amay condom chara toh r dao na…”

“Tui toh bujhich… Ora toh r bujhte chae na…”

“Tai bole odero diyecho?”

“Na diye ki korbo bol? Ora amar kapor jobdo kore rekheche…”

“Kintu tai bole…”

“Aha.. Ora khali ekbar dhukiyeche. R tao, ami khub bhalo kore chush niyechilam oder bara.”

“Bara chushlei ki holo? Jodi tao kichu ber hoye jae?”

“Shetar jonnoi toh toke gude haat dite dicchi na…”

“keno?”

“Mone ache, mahananda babu je amar gude chque ta dhukiye diyechilo?”

“Ha.”

“Ota, tokhoni bhetore chilo, jokhon ora dhokay…”

“Tahole?”

“Ora bara dhukatei, ota aro bhetore dhuke geche. Ei jonnoi NGO-r chairman er jonno boshe achi.“

“Keno?”

“Ora jodi bhuleo kono maal fele thake, bhule, tahole sheta oi cheque e giye porbe ba guder ashe pashe lege thakte pare.”

“NGO-r chairman eshe ki korbe?”

“OK diye ber korabo ota…”

“OKE diye ber korale ki maal porishkar hoye jabe?”

“O toh khali angul diye ota ber korbe na…”

“Mane?”

“Chupchap dekhish shudhu…” bole ma hashlo. Ami chup kore gelam. Tokhoni, dorjay toka porlo… Ma bollo

“Ja, tui dorja ta khol.”

Ami gaye ekta T-shirt joriye gelam dorja khulte. Khulei dekhlam, NGO-r chairman dariye ache hashi mukhe...

“Tomar ma ki bhetore?” Jigesha korlen.

“Ha. Apnar jonnoi opekkha korchilo ma.” NGO-r chairman ebar bhalo manusher moto ghore dhuktei tar ma ke chokhe porlo. Ma tar bishal bishal kalo duti dudher factory niye dariye ache. Gaye ekta shuto kapor o nei. Haat e khali du jora shonar bala r shakha. R mathay shidur. Gud er upor ekhana jongol hoye ache. Navitar dike takale jeno chokh hariye jae… NGO-rchairmane, ebar ha kor takiye ache. Ma bollo

“Apnar jonnoi opekkha korchilam… Ashun… Boshun…” bole ma r uncle sofa te boshlo. Uncle bollo

“Ta, ami eshechilam boudi cheque ta nebar jonno…”

“Chque ta apnake ber korte hobe…”

“Ber korte hobe mane?’

“Cheque ta ektu bhetore aatke geche. Ami ber korte parchi na.”

“Kisher bhetore?”

Ma ebar pa faak korlo. Kore dekhiye bollo

“Ei je ekhane…”

“Mane…”

“Kache ashun…” NGO-r chair man ebar kache ashlo. Ma bollo

“Dekhun, apnar donor ra otar bhetore cheque ta donate koreche. Ta, ber korte giye jeno kono khoti na hoye jay, tai apnake daklam. Afterall apnari toh cheque…”

“Kintu ki kore ber korbo?”

“Dekhun, ota angul diye directly ber korte gele chire jete pare.”

“Tahole?”

“Age, amar gud ta bhijiye din…”

“Ki kore?”

Ma ebar loktar mukhta gud e chepe dhore bollo “EBhabe….”

NGO-r chairman tokhon chintito… Tar donation jodi ber na korte pare, tobe tar biraat loss. R jodi ber korte giye chere fele, taholei biraat loss. R ki korar? Baddho cheler moto lokta ma er use kora gud khana chaatte laglo. Ebar bujhlam, ma er fondi. Lokta, ebar chete chete ma er gud bhijiye dilo. R shathe shathe, gud er bhetortao, porishkar kore dite laglo.

“Ei toh. Bhalo chele… Ebar angul ta dhukiye chushte thako. Tomar chque tomar mukhe eshe porbe.”

NGO-r chairman tokhon horny r tension e. Ek dike, kalo magir gud chushe dicche r arek dike, nijer donation ber korar cheshta korche.

“Tomar toh dekhchi, dariye geche shona…” bole, ma tar bara ghoshe dite thaklo pant er upor diye. R lokta, aatke uthlo. Ek dike, mukh diye chushte laglo. R dike, ma er haat er moja nite thaklo. Hotat lokta chosha bondho kore dilo. Ma bollo

“Chosha bondho korli keno?” Ma o haat narano bondho kore dilo. Lokta ebar korun chokhe ma er dike takalo.

“Bhalo moto tor chque chash, tobe, chushte thak. Gud er jol berole, ota emnei ber jabe.”

Lokta r ki korbe? Baddho cheler moto abar chosha shuru korlo.

“Eito amar lokkhi shona…” bole chokh buje fello. Bujhlam, ekhoni jol khoshabe. Holoy tai… Lokta arektu jore taan dilo, r ma jol khoshalo. R shathe shathe loktar mukhe ma er gud er joler shathe beriye gelo cheque ta. Loktao haap chere bachlo. R mao araame shiure uthlo. Bollo

“Cheque peye ebar khushi toh?”

Lokta matha narlo. Ebar nijer barar dike takalo. Ma ebar heshe bollo

“R volunteering korte parbo na apnader. Nijer bari giye khiche nen amar kotha chinta kore. Jan ekhan theke…” lokta r ki korbe? Matha nichu kore chole gelo. Ami heshe bollam

“Bhaloi toh tomar gud ta porishkar korale…”

“Kar ma dekhte hobe na?” Ma heshe bollo

“Kintu, tao jodi kichu hoye jae?”

“Tobe, eta tori dosh…” ma heshe bollo

“Tobe, ebar tomar gud ta lagay…”

“Shachonde… Tobe, ha… Ek shorte baba…” bole, amar haate ekta condom er packet dilo… Ami heshe ebar amar condom e jorano barata ma er gude bhore thapate laglam… R chinta korte thaklam… R ki hobe, er por?

  “Ta, boudi aaj tahole apnader biday dite hoye…” Prakash uncle bollo

“Apnader ekhane eshe besh bhaloi laglo… Khali apnader NGO-r chairman er bebohar ta oto bhalo lageni…” Ma bollo.

“Tumi toh take sayesta bhaloi korecho ma… R ki akkhep?”

“Ki Sayesta babu?”

“Sheta takei jigesha korle bhalo hobe…”

“Boro babu gotokaal apnader shathe dekha korbar por theke kemon jani gayeb… Ki hoyechilo?”

“Oi kichu na. Onar cheque ta ektu aatke chilo ek jaygay… Sheta ektu koshto kore ber korte hoyeche r ki…” Ma bollo

“Shudhu cheque toh na… aro onek kichui ber koreche lokta…” ami heshe bollam.

“Ki?”

“She arekdin bolbokhon… Amader firte hobe dada. Barite ashben… Apnake dekhiye dibo khon…” Ma heshe bollo

“Acha… Ta, apnader jonno oi gari ready. Apnader bari porjonto egiye diye ashbe.”

“Acha, tahole amra choli…” bole amra biday janiye garite uthlam.

Dekhi, Harvinder Singh amader jonno gari niye ready. Amra uthe porlam. Ebar ami r ma pechone boshlam. R Harvinder singh Chalano shuru korlo.

Ta, ami baire takiye chilam. Hotat shamne chokh jetei dekhi Harvinder Singh looking glass diye pechone takiye ache, r muchki muchki hashche. Ta ki niye hashche, sheta toh r ander bolte hobe na.

Agei apnader bolechi, blouse ana hoyechilo matro duto. R amader ashirbade sheta r bebohar joggo na. Prakash babu puro elaka khuje dekheche, boleche,

“Boudi, apnar je blouse er size ta ekhane paoya jabe na…R ekhon banabaro shomoy nei.” Ami hashlam

“Hashcho keno? Khushi mone hocche news ta shune?”

“Na, amar shubidha holo…”

“Ki shubidha shuni?”

“Na, ekhon r blouse niye chinta korte hobe na. Directly dudh duto mukhe pure khete parbo.”

Uncle hashlo. Ma ke ebar uncle bollo

“Eto boro hobar poro cheleke dudh khawate khub moja lage na apnar?”

“Moja lage. Obbosho, na diyei para jay na… Orai toh dudher bebosta koreche. Tai, oderke baron o korte parina…”

“Ora mane? Ki bhabe? Oshudh diye?”

“Prothom bar dujon... Porer bar kojon, ta hisheb rakhini… R oshudh diye korte jabe keno?”

“Kichui bujhlam na… tahole ki bhabe?”

“She ek bishal kahini… Pete baccha ashate dudh hoyeche r ki…”

“Shami ki cheler jonnoi dudh diyeche, naki nijer jonne?”

“Ma er pete baccha dite baba ke lage naki?” ami bollam…

“Tahole?”

“Barite chele r chakor thakte r kichu dorkar?” Ami heshe bollam

“Keno, parar chele pele ra baad jabe keno? Odero toh odhikar ache, tai na?” ma bhengiye bollo.

Prakash uncle amader dike ha kore takiye chilo. Jai hok, blouse pai ni bole, ma er porone, ekta shada shuti shari. Uncle eta one koshte jogar koreche. R ma er kache ekta petticoat chilo. Sheta poreche. Tate, ja holo, Kono mote, sharir achol diye oi bishal bishal dudh jora ma lukiye rakhlo. Kintu shada sareer niche kalo dudher danob duto kemon jani fute uthe thaklo. Petticoat o poreche, besh niche. R ma er priyo navikhana prokash pete thaklo. Aah, she ki site!

“Uncle, ei garita chalate, apnar kemon lage?” ami driver ke jigesha korlam.

“Bohut accha lagta hay puttar.”

“Ami chalate pari?”

“Tum chalane jaante ho kya?”

“Thora thora…”

“Thora thora se nehi hoga beta. Yeh gari main tumko nehi de sakti.”

“Please sardarji! Amar khub chalabar iccha…”

“Nehi beta… Meri naukri chala jaygi, jaab chairmansaab sunega.”

“Shunbe na sardarji. Amra keo bolbo na…”

“Nehi beta…”

“Apnake ekta jinish debo jodi apni chalate den.”

“Kya?”

“amar ma er dudh khete dibo apnake…”

Sardarji ho ho kore heshe othe. Ma bole

“Ki abol tabol bolchish!”

“Aha ma, ektu dudhi toh khawabe… Er beshi kichu na….”

“Kintu…”

“Dekho, sardarji lokta bhalo. R onekkhon theke tomar dudher dike nojor dicche…”

“Nehi Nehi… Main toh picheki gari dekh rakha thah…”

“Ota, shob driver e bole… Dao na ma, becharake tomar dudher taste…”

Ma ebar sardarjir dike takalo. Lokta mukh korun kore rekheche. Jeno kochi khoka… Ma r ki bolbe. Bollo

“Acha, ja. Gari chala.”

Sardarji toh khushi! She taratari gari side kore, neme porlo. R ami giye driving seat e boshlam. Oi dike, sardarji ma er shathe pechone boshlo. Boshei, haat dite gelo ma er dudher upor. Ma shore giye bollo

“Nah, ebhabe na…”

“Phir kaise?”

“Apni shuye porun kole…”

Lokta ebar bacchader moto ma er kole shuye porlo. Ma ebar achol ta shoriye ekta bishal dudh ber kore, loktar mukhe bhore dilo. R sardarji, chuk chuk kore dudh khete laglo.

“Dekhechish, koto lokkhi sardarji… Tora toh parle chire kheye felish… R sardarji, koto bhalo manusher moto amar dudh khacche dekhechish?”

Ami totokhone, driving korte laglam. Besh bhaloi lagchilo driving korte

“Ei aste chala. Sardarjir dudh khete koshto hocche.” Ma bollo

Sardarji, tokhon chorom shukhe. Kole shuye shuye chokh bondho kore dudh chushche, r jhimoche. Becharar jonno mayai laglo. Gari tokhon cholche 80 te. Ektu chalatei, speed othate moja lage. Tai, besh jorei chalachi. Mao dudh khawate khawate jhimocche. Emon shomoy ekta kando ghotlo.

Shamne ekta buro lok jacchilo. Ta, ami dekhtei break koshalam. Kintu, thik thakte parlam na. Tai, tokhon ki holo jani na. Garita, taal hariye giye pasher ekta gorte upor porlo. R dhopash! Gari shojore bari khelo ekta gacher shathe. Bhaggish, pa brake e chilo. Khali aste kore ekta gacher shathe bari khelo.

Ami toh tho! Sardarji, totokhon ma er kol chere uthe dapacche!

“Yeh kya kiya tumne!”

“Ami dekheni! Lokta hotat par korte gelo!”

Sardarji totokhone, neme giye shamne dekhlo. Shamner bumper e bari kheyeche. Headlight bhengeche.

“Itna damange nehi huya.. Magar gari start nehi reh raha ha.”

“Ekhon amra ki korbo? Suhil, shob shomoy ekta na ekta jhamela pakash.”

“Amar ki dosh?”

“Ekhon kotha baad de. Dekh ki kora jay.”

“Ek mechanic bolna parega.”

Ashe pashe kono lokaloy nei. Tobe, amader kopal besh bhalo. Ektu hattei ekta mechianic er garage porlo. Ta, shekhan theke mechanic ke deke niye ashlo driver. Mechanic gari dekhe bollo

“er raditor geche. R engine e kuch kaj korte hobe.”

“Toh, koto lagbe dada?”

“Maal potro lagche na. Khali kaajer bill.”

“Koto?”

“Ei dhorun 1500 rupee.”

“Oma. Amader shathe toh eto nei.”

“Tahole r ki korbo? Kichui korar nie.”

“Dekhun, amader kolkata firte hobe. Amader khub shahajjo dorkar.” Mechanic er chokh ebar ma er dike porlo. Ma er dike noy, ma er bishal bishal duto paka peper upor. Mechanic bollo

“Acha, thik hain. Mata ji jokhon bolche, tokhon 200 kom rakhbo.”

“Amader kache marto 200 taka ache….” Ma bollo.

“Tahole ami ki korbo ekhon?” mechanic chole jete laglo.

Ami r ki korbo. Bollam

“Onno bhabe,. Er payament ta daoya jay na?”

“Ki rokom dada?”

“Nah, ektu onno bhabe?”

“Dekhi, ki dite raji achen?”

“Dekhun, amader kache, sherokom kono dami jinish nei…”

“Dami jinish nei, ke bolche? Chokher shamnei dekhte parchi.”

“Konta?” Ma er dudher dike ishara kore bollo

“Ota…” mechanic heshe bollo

Ami hashlam. Bollam

“Khali dudh holei toh cholbe…”

“Khali radiator er kaam holei toh apnar gari cholbe, nah?”

“engine?”

“oitoh, khali radiator er kaaj korle toh hobe na. puro engine er korte hobe.”

“Tahole ki, purota….”

“Purota dile hoyto amar poshabe…”

“Acha, thik ache.. Ma er shathe kotha bole dekhi, raji kora jay kina…”

Er por, ma er kache giye bollam

“Ma, ektu shomoshya hoyeche.”

“ki?”

“Amader kache toh taka nei. Tai, onno bhabe payment korte hcche….”

“Ki bhabe?”

“Lokta, tomake payment hishebe nite raji hoyeche…”

“Amake?”

“Ha…”

“Prothom driver ke dudh khawano. Ebar mechanic ke choda. Er porer bar ki korabi?”

“Ma dekho, lokta kintu chole jabe, r tate amader ebhabe shararaat katate hobe.”

“Ashe pashe bus nei?” Ebar driver eshe bollo

“Memshaheb, is sarak mein bus nehi ha, kaal sibha. Aur mera gari bhi thik karna parega. Aur nehi toh chairman sahab mujhko maar dalega. Aur, iska full fault apka beta ki hain…”

Ma r ki bolbe... matha nere shay dilo. Bollo

“Ek shorte… Age, gari thik hobe, tarpor, bara chushe dibo…”

Ami giye mechanic ke eta bolte she hashimukhe shathe shathe kaaje lege gelo. Du ghonta por, kaaj shesh holo. Ebar mechanic hashi mukhe eshe bollo

“amar kaam khatam. Ebar amar payment?”

Ami kichu bolar agei, driver ebar amay bollo

“Headlight toh nya kharidna parega. Aab ma kya karun?”

“Ta, sardarji, apnakeo kono bhabe etar…”

“Ek tarika ha....”

Ebar sheo ma er dike takalo. Ami bollam “ thik ache…” bole dujon ke ma er kache niye gelam. Ma bollo

“Khali mechanic chilo. Ekhon driver keno?”

“Na, headlight o bhengeche. Uni etar compensation chan.”

“Mane ki? Dujon kei…”

“Aha ma…. Barite parar chele pele der eto chodon khao. R ekhon bipoder shomoy tumi ektu…”

“Thik ache… Tobe, tui kichui korte parbi nah…”

“Ami baad jabo keno?”

“Tor doshe eshob hoyeche…Ekhon eta tor punishment.”

“ma… dekho…”

“shaja toke petei hobe. Nahole, ami kaoke chudchi na…”

“Acha, thik ache… thik ache…”

“Ne, ebar oder haate koyekta condom diye de…”

Ami baddho cheler moto koekta condom pocket theke ber kore, sardarjir r mechanic er haat e dilam. Sardarji r mechanic ebar doure ma er kache gelo.

“Ta, shob korte raji ami. Tobe, shob somoy condom pore korte hobe…”

“raji raji…” mechanic chilliye uthlo. Ebar tara dujon mile ma ke pasher dhan khete niye gelo…

   “Aha, eki mai na dudher factory?”

“Khali mai chilo… Oi shoytan r barir kaajer lok mile otake dudher factory baniyeche…”

“Ummm… Emon gorom mishti dudh khub kom e kheyechi….” Mechanic bollo.

“Ja parish, kheye ne… emon dudh r jonmeo pabina!” driver chechiye othe…

“Nao nao… Pet pure kheye nao…” ador kore mathay haat buliye maa khaiye dite thaklo dujonke.

Odike, dujoner pantei bishal tabu. Ma haatre haatre bole,

“Ta, tomader toh dekhchi, dudh kheye besh shokti peye gecho…”

“Pabo na abar…. Emon dudh….” Ekjon bole.

Ma ebar dujoner pant er bhetor haat dhukiye bara khichte thake…

“Magi, pantei maal khoshabi naki?”

“Aha… Ebhabe, maal noshto korbar dorkar ache? Amar khub khide peyeche…” bole, ebar ma haatu gere boshe prolo. Boshei, ebar ma dujoner bara chosha shuru korlo.

Ondhokaar kheter bhetor, dhan kheter majhe, khali petticoat pore, amar mohioshi ma taar bishal bishal kalo mai jora jhuliye, driver r mechanic er akhamba bara mukhe pure ice cream er moto chushe dite laglo. R oi duto chokh bondho kore, ma er matha chepe dhore, ma er gola porjonto bara bhore dite laglo.

“Are, tui khali chepe rakhle hobe… Amaro je dorkar…”

“Are dara… ami age kore nei...” bole mechanic ma ke deepthroat korte laglo.

“Tobe, ami ebar ektu onno dike, ghure ashi…” driver ebar ma er komor dhore uthalo. Uthiye, petticoat ta komorer upor uthiye tar duto angul dhukiye dilo ma er gude…

“Job jobe bhije dekhchi.” Bole, gud khana chata shuru korlo. R ma chokh bondho kore, mechanic er 9 inchi kalo bara goladhokoron korte laglo.

“Ish magi… Ami r parchi na re… Ne… Ebar pet pure kha amar maal!” bole, mechanic tar shada ghono feda dhele dilo ma er golay. R ma choke kore, gelar cheshta korlo. Etoi eshi porimane charlo, je kichu ma er chibuk er pash diye beriye jete laglo.

“Ei magi… Tor na khide peyeche. Noshto korchish keno?”

“Shala gandu… tui ki bochor dosh maal felishni? Eto maal khae ki kore? Arektu hole marai jetam.”

“Eto shobe shuru… Dekhi tor guder ki kora jay…”

“Ei, khobordaar… Ami age…”bole driver tar bara ma er gud er shamne, set korlo.

“Ei thamo thamo… Ki kotha hoyechilo, mone ache?”

“Ki? Ki?”

“Condom chara kichui kora jabe na…”

“Acha acha magi.. Tartatari poriye de…”

Ma ebar condom poruiye bara ta gud e guje dilo. Driver tokhon chorom shukher guhay. Chokh bondho kore aste aste thap er moja nicche. R oi dike, mechanic dudher majhe bara ghoshe bara shokto korbar cheshta korche.. Ma ebar amar dike, takiye bollo

“Kire, okhane daritye shob dekhte parchish? Ma er shathe kemon moja nicche, dekhte parchish?”

Ami obbosho onno dike takiye tokhon. Dekhi, amader oi side e ekta khino alo. Ektu bhalo kore kheyal kortei bujhlam, ota kono ekta mobile er alo. Bhalo kore kheyal korte bujhlam, duto murti dariye ache onodhokare. Ebong khub shombhoto, tara dujon mobile diye video korche….

“Kire, r bhalo lagena ma ke porpurush diye chodate?”

Ami ebar ma er dike abar takalam. Bollam

“Aha bari fire toh ma toke amar bichanay ghumote hobe…”

“Aha… Tumi r peyecho amay… Tomar baba bari… Bari firle shei amay bichana theke berote dibe na...”

“Keno, raate baba ghumiye porle?”

“Noren er kotha ki bhule gechish? Tor baba ghumiye porlei, ulongo obosthatei amay tene chade fele icche moto gadon dibe Noren… Tui kokhon pabi amay…”

“Ha… Ha… Barir kaajer lok e toh shob tomar…”

“Amar ki dosh? Tumie toh or akhamba bara amar gude bhorar bebostha kore diyecho…”

“Ha, ekhon shob dosh amar?” Ma ki jani bolte jacchilo… Tar agei mechanic bollo

“Khanki.. Chup kor… Bari fire jhogra shesh korish…. Apatoto amar bara chushe de!”

Bole abaro mechanic er ma er mukhe bara guje dilo.

“Kire tor shesh hoyni?” mechanic ebar driver ke jigesha korlo…

“Emon chomotkar gud pele ki keo chare….”

“Ta, ami ki tor pod chude maal felbo gandu?”

“Amartay keno? Ekhanei toh ekta gayga khali ache…”

Bole ma er pod e angul guje dilo. R ma tokhoni matha nara shuru korlo. Bara mukh theke ber kore bollo

“Aaj char… shara dupur pod e gadon kheyechi. Gud e ja iccha kor… Pod e r nite parbo na re…”

“Na magi.. Amar toh choda dorkar. Nahole hocche na…”

Ma ke doggy te dirver gud chudchilo. Ebar mechanic driver er shamne, eshe, ma er pod e bara guje dilo. Sharadin chodon kheye pod khana gape hoye chilo.R driver thop kore dhukatei bara dhuke gelo pode.

“Aah….” Bole ebar mechanic choda shuru korlo…

“Aste… Shala, pod er ki barota bajabi naki?”

“Magi tui kotha beshi bolchish shuru thekei….” Bole, ebar ma er chul dhore tene tene pod choda shuru korlo… Bethay ma ektu chitkar debe bole bhablo. Kintu, dui dike duto lomba barar chodon kheye tokhon bethar cheye araam I beshi… Ma r ki korbe, chokh bondho kore chodon kheye laglo. R ami epashe dariye dekhlam, oi duto chayar pant niche namano. Nishchoi oi duto r kichu na peye pant namiye dekhe dekhe khicche r video korche…

“Magi… R parchi na…” bole ebar driver gud theke bara ber kore, condom fele ma er mukher bhetor bara guje dilo. Diye ma er naak chepe dhore ma ke deep throat kore, ma er golay maal charlo iccha moto… R oi dike mechanic ebar bollo

“Dekhi toh, gud er obostha ta ki?” bole pod theke bara ber kore, ma er gud e guje dilo…

“Aah… Besh toh… Babu… Tomar ma er gud ta besh toh!” ebar mechanic bollo

“Ha ha… Chudo taratari… R kotokhon lagbe?”

“Babu… R ektu… Tomar khanki ma er gud pele je keo sharadin chudbe…”

“Jani jani… Ekhon taratari shesh koro…”

“Tor eto tara kisher ha? Tui ki driver r mechanic ke shanti moto tor ma ke chudte dibi na…”

“ma, kaaj ta kintu thik hocche na…”

“Ha ha… Shob dosh e toh amar… Ami toh gari chaliye accident korechi…”

“Driver shaheb… Bara baire rekhe ki korchen? Ma er mukhe guje din toh… Tahole ma ektu shanto hobe…” ami bollam. Driver heshe ebar driver er nistej bara ma er mukhe bhore dilo. Ma r ki bolbe?

Oi dike, mechanic er energy shesh…. She ek raam thaap diye, make joriye dhore, ma er gud e maal dhallo. Obbosho, shob e condom er bhetor. Er por, ma er pashe shuye porlo.

“Ashun ashun ebar… jawa jaak!” bole ami driver ke daak dilam…

Driver ebar ma ke fele, gari te uthe boshe start dilo. Ma ebar petticoat namiye, shari gaye jorano shuru korlo.

“Suhil, amar blouse ta khuje pacchi na…”

“Blouse lagbe keno ma? Driver ki tomar dudh dekhe felbe?”

“Aha khuje de na… Tor baba ki bhabbe, blouse chara bari firle…”

“Blouse fire debo ek shorte… Amar bara chushe dite hobe….”

“Ha ha… Khali oishob chintai…”

“Tahole, thak… Ebhabei garite otho….”

“Acha acha… thik ache…” ami ebar giye blouse ta khuje ber korlam math theke…

Ebar garite uthe boshe, ma er mukhta amar barar upor set kore bollam

“Shara rasta chushte chushte jabi… Dekhi, tor choyaler jor koto….” Bole, bara guje driver ke bollam

“Uncle… Cholo bari…”

  Du din porer ghotona.

Baba oshushtho. Tai, bashay. R tai, ma er gaye kapor chopor kichu ache. Ta, shokal shokal niche neme dekhi, Noren da blouse er upor diyei ma er shubishal mai niye khela korche. Ma ek dik diye bashon majche, r arek dik diye Noren da er kach theke tepon kacche.

“O Noren… Charo… Tomar shaheb chole ashbe…”

“Memshaheb, kotodin apnar ei dudh duto aram kore chushi na…”

“Chushbe ki kore? Tomar shaheb bari ache na?”

“Raate chade chole ashlei toh paren…”

“Raate tomar chotoshaheb tar babar pashe shuye shuye je tar baper bou ke bhog kore…”

“Tahole dupure?”

“Tomar shaheb ke dudh khaiye ghum parate hoy… Shaheb oshushtho… Bujhoi toh…”

“Aaj dupure shaheb ke ghum pariye ektu niche namlei paren… Apnar barir chakorer dekhbhal toh apnar kora uchit…”

Bole, ebar petticoat ta ma er komor porjonto uthiye Noren da ma er pod khana niye khelte thaklo.

“Ai charo ekhon… Dupure joto icche tomar boudir poder futote ador koro Noren… Ekhon kaaj shesh koro...” bole Noren er haat shoriye nilo Ma.

Emon shomoy, calling bell beje uthlo.

“Ora, esheche mone hoy…”

“Kara memshaheb?”

“Tomar shaheb er kichu collegue…”

“Tar mane dupure apnar podta chatte parchi na?”

“Aha Noren… Ektu koshto koro… Tomar shona boudi jokhnoni faak pabe, tokhoni tomay ador korte debe…” bole Norenda ke ekta lipkiss kore, dorja khulte gelo.

  Dorja khule dekhe, babar boyoshi dujon dariye ache. Dunjoni suit tie pore, besh formal dress e.

“Nomoshkar. Eta ki Jibon babur bari?”

“Ha. Apnara nishchoi onar office theke.”

“Ha. Onader patna branch theke eshechi.”

“Ashun bhetore. Apnader dada ektu oshushtho. Du din dhore tar thanda, jor.”

“Ekhon kemon?”

“Ektu bhalo. Ashun. Apnara haat mukh dhuye ashun. Ami shokaler khabar dicchi.” Bole ma tader bathroom dekhiye diye, ranna ghore eshe oder jonno khabar ready korte laglo.

  Edike, tokhoni ami bathroom er side diye jacchilam. Shunlam

“Dada, dekhechen ogulor size! Eto boro mai manusher hoy naki?”

“Ja bolechen dada. Koto jaygay ghurlam. Kintu emon ektao dekhini. Pod khana dekhechen?”

“Dekhbo na abar… Emon kichu pele ami prottek din e office theke oshushthotar leave nitam.”

“Apatoto Jibonda bashay… Khali dekhei shanto thakun… Jibonda boss bole kotha… Pore chakri niye tanatani lagbe…”

“Kintu dada… Omon jinish dekhe ki r nijer kache haat rakha jay?”

“Rakhte hobe… Oke ek bar eka pele ami je ki kortam, ta r bollam na…” Heshe ber holo ora dujon. Oi dike, ami amar room e chole eshechi…

  Ektu por Noren da dekhi amar room er ashe pashe ghur ghur korche.

“Ki go dada… Mon kharap mone hocche…”

“Na choto shaheb… Temon kichu na…”

“Aha boloi na…”

“Na, shunlam, era dujon bole koekdin ei barite thakbe…” Noren da kothay jacche jani… Tao mojay jigesha korlam,

“Tate kono shomoshya hocche dada?”

“Na, temon kichu na…”

“Ki, memshaheb er dudh pete porche na?”

“Dudh er kotha baad e dilam. Chudte na parleo, jodi memshaheb er dudh r pod dekhte partam. Tobe na, bathroom e giye khiche shanto hotam. Ekhon toh tao parbo na…”

“Keno?”

“Ki bhabe r? Shaheb bari. Shathe tar dui bondhu… Memshaheb ke je side diye dudhe tip debo taro jo nei…”

“Aha dada, dhorjo dhoro… Baba r tar bondhura ache bole hoyto chudte parbe na… Kintu mon bhore dekhte toh parbe…”

“Ki bolcho eshob dada? Eo ki shombhob?”

“Ta noyto ki? Baaji lagte chao amar shathe?”

“Lagbo dekhi…”

“Acha… baji thaklo… Ma er dudh r pod dekhanor bebostha ami kore charbo…”

“Charle amar labh… Na charleo amar labh…” bole Noren da heshe room theke beriye gelo.

Shedin dupure. Babar jor. Tai, ma baba ke khaiye rekhe esheche. Ta, ma bhater thaal bhorti ferot niye eshe amader tin jon ke khabar bara shuru korlo. Asha korchi bujhchen, ki khaiye diye ashche…

  “Ma, babar shorir kemon ekhon?”

“Ekhon jorta ektu bereche… Tai ekta Crocin diyechi.”

“Khali pete dile?”

“Na, khaowar por diyechi…”

“Kintu, Baba toh kicchu khay ni… thala toh bhorti dekhchi…”

“Na, tor baba pet bhorei kheyeche…”

“Ki kheyeche ma?”

“Aha, tor eto jene labh ki?”

“Uncle dekhun toh… Baba oshustho… R ma bolche na, baba ke ki khaiyeche. Jodi oshukh bere jay?”

“Ha boudi… Ki khaiyechen bolun na… Apnar toh bhul o hote pare…”

“Dudh khaiyechi…” Ebar ami bollam

“Kintu ghore toh kono dudh nei ma… Jogesh dudhwala toh Shushil hobar por theke r dudh dey na… Tar upor, Norendaer shathe maramari hobar por r ashei na... Tahole dudh pele kothay?”

“Kine eneche Noren…”

“Noren da toh ghor thekei aaj ber hoy ni… Tobe ma, baba ke dudh khawale ki kore?”

“Khaiyechi r ki…”

“Uncle dekhun… Amar mone hocche ma mittha bolche. Baba ke khali pete oshudh khawale, baba aro oshushtho hoye porbe…”

“Boudi, asholei dudh khaiyechen, naki mittha bolchen?”

“Mittha bolbo keno?”

“Tahole, Suhil je bollo, ghore dudh nei…”

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20-02-2019, 02:14 PM

“Apnar dada dudhn kheyeche...”

“Tahole ki bhabe?” ami jigesha korlam…

“Ki bhabe?” babar collegue o jigesha korlo…

Ma r ki korbe? Bollo

“Buker dudh khaiyeche…”

“Buker dudh?”

“ha…”

“Kar?” uncle jigesha korlo…

“Amar…” ma aste aste bole chole gelo… R babar uncle dujon dujon er dike takiye thaklo… Bujhlam, shamne, aro onek kichui hobe…..

  “Jano tomar chele aaj ki koreche?”

“Pore kotha bolo. Khide legeche…”

“Bhaat niye ashbo?”

“Na… Bhaat khete icche korche na…”

“Tobe, ki khabe?”

“Keno? Dupure ja khelam… Tai khabo…”

“Dudh chara r kichu chino na?”

“Dudh khabar jonnoi tomake abar pregnant korlam…”

“Pregnant korecho na chai… Tumi shudhu dudh khabar belatei ostaad. Chelei toh maal fele gud bhorti korlo…”

“Amari toh chele…”

“Ami toh r tomar cheler bou na… Tobe, tomar chele toh tar bou er motoi amar shathe bebohar kore…”

“Keno, ki hoyeche?”

“Aaj shobar shamne amake jigesha koreche, tumi dupure ki kheyecho…”

“Amar chele amar eto care kore. Ete khabangr ki ache?”

“Tumi dupure ki kheyecho?”

“Tomar dudh… Tate ki hoyeche?”

“Na, tomar chele tomar oi collegue dujoner shamne amay jigesha korlo tomay ki khaiyechi… R amay baddho hoye bolte holo amar dudh er kotha…”

Ami tokhon room e dhuklam. Dekhi, ma er porone, ekta laal suti sari. Bollam

“Baba, tumi oshushtho, r chele hoye amar jana lagbe na, tumi dupure ki khaccho, oshudh thik moto khaccho kina…”

“Tai bole, bairer manusher shamne?” ma jigesha kore.

“Acha baba, tumi tomar bou er dudh khao na bou er pod maro, tate bairer manusher ki ashe jay? Tumi ki r pasher barir bou er gud marcho naki?”

Baba mone holo amar kothay ashostho holo. Bollo

“Aha, chele bhalo monei jigesha koreche. Tumi shob shomoy beshi tension koro…”

“Na… korbo keno? Chele amar eto jotno nei… Ta r bolte nei…” bole ma got got kore ber hoye gelo.

  Ami r Norenda niche dariye golpo korchilam. R babar bondhura drawing room e boshe paper porche. Ekjon amake deke bollo

“Acha, tomar babar shorir er obostha kemon?”

“Ektu oshushtho r ki…”

“Na mane… Ki ki problem…”

“Sheta toh ami r thik jani na… Ma bhalo bolte parbe…”n

“Acha… Tomar ma ke bolo amader shathe ektu kotha bolte...”

Edike, ma kichukhon babake ghum pariye room theke ber holo. Ami ma ke deke bollam “Ma uncle ra tomar shathe kotha bolbe…”

Ma niche namlo… Neme oder shathe kotha bolte laglo. Ta, dekhlam, Norenda dariye ache… Bollam

“Dariye acho keno norenda?”

“Na… Tomader shobar kapor chopor toh pelam… Kintu memshaheb er ta pelam na… tar jonno dariye achi… Tar kapor pele ekbare shob dhute niye jabo…”

“Ta, ma ke giye bolo…”

“Kintu memshaheb toh kotha bolche…” Amar matnhay tokhon ekta idea khele gelo. Bollam, “Dada, cholo jai… Ma ke giye jigesha koro, ki dhute hobe…” Noren da ebar ma er kache giye bollo

“Memshaheb, apnar dhoyar jonno kono kapor chopor ache?”

“Ha ache…”

“Ta, din…”

“Amar shari ta dhute hobe… Ami snan korte dhuki. Ber hobar shomoy dibokhon…”

Ami ebar bollam

“Na, ekhoni dao na ma… Norendar aaj onek kaaj…”

“Ki osshobher moto kotha bolchish…”

“Keno ki hoyeche?”

“Ami sharee diye ki tahole khali blouse r petticoat porei ghurbo?”

“Keno? Bashay khali petticoat r blouse pore ghurle ki shomoshya ache naki?”

“Ghore bairer manush ache…”

“Tate ki hoyeche? Bari toh tomari… tai na uncle? Ma jodi ghore khali nblouse r petticoat pore ghure, tahole apnader kono shomoshya ache?”

Tara ha kore takiye ache… Ekjon bollo

“Na babu… kono shomoshya nei… Amader Boudi khali blouse r petticoat pore ghurle amader ki apotti ache?” Ebar ma bollo

“Apnaro or shathe taal dicchen… Ta or baba ki bolbe?”

“Baba abar ki bolbe? Kicchukhon age je tumi khali petticoat pore babake dudh khawacchile, tokhon ki kono problem hocchilo?”

“Kintu sheta toh room er bhetore…”

“Room er baire toh tomar dudh duto dhakar jonno blouse dicchi… Tao shomoshya ki?”

“Kintu…”

“Memshaheb… Taratari apnar sharita din… Amar kapor dhuye abar bazar e jete hobe…”

Ma r ki bolbe… Sofa theke utha daralo… Uthe daratei, Norenda shundor kore taar sharita taan diye khulte thaklo… R uncle ra dujon shudhu shada petticoat r blouse e dhaka ma er kamuk shorir er dike, ma er bishal bishal mai jora, tolthole pet r gobhnir nabhir dike lolush chokhe takiye thakte laglo.Noren da ebar sharita niye chole gelo. R amar ma oi obosthate dariye ache… Ami bollam

“Ma, ebar bosho… Uncle der shathe golpo koro… Ami gelam…” Bole amio beriye gelam… R amar rendi ma, shakha shidur pore, buker upor mongolsutro jhuliye, shudhu petticoat r blousei lok dutor shathe golpo korte laglo, jeno eta besh normal….

  Kichukhon por ma gelo snan korte. Tar bishal thol thole pacha duliye duliye nijer room e ferot gelo. Giye dekhe baba matro ghum theke utheche… Ma ke oi obosthate dekhe baba bollo

“Ki go… Tomar shari kothay?”

“Dhute diyechi…”

“Ta, khali blouse r petticoat pore shara bari gure beraccho keno?”

“Tomar chele jor kore amar shari niye nilo…”

Emon shomoy ami room e dhuklam… Bollam

“R ki korbo baba? Noren da ek ghonta dhore ma er jonno wait korche, ma er shari dhute dibe… Kintu ma er kotha shesh hobar naame nei…”

“Tai bole tui manusher shamne theke amar shari khule niye ashbi?”

“Acha baba… Tumi bolo… Ma jodi dhoyar jonno shari ta khule na dey… Tahole ma ki r shari ta porte parbe kaalke? R barite khali ektu blouse r petticoat pore ma ghurtei pare… Ete dosh er ki ache?”

“Ta thik…. Kintu amar collegue…”

“Tara ki r shobai ke bole berabe naki ha?”

“Na… Thak thik…”

“Tobe, ki ami kaaj ta bhul korechi?”

Baba r kichu bollo na… Hashlo. R ma ebar bollo

“Bhalo bhalo… Ja icha koro tomra baap beta…” bole ma baathroom e snan korte dhuke gelo. R amio beriye ashlam…

  Kichukhon por… babar colleguera bollo tara smoke korbe. Ta, ekta khola jaygay jete chacche… Ta, ami bhablam, barir pasher mathe niye jai… Tokhoni mone arekta buddhi ashlo. Bollam

“Cholun uncle chade jai…”

Bole onader niye chade e gelam. Chad e jetei uncle dujon er chokh chanabara hoye gelo…

  Ma onnodike fire kapor melche. Kapor bolte, tar chaya r blouse… R oi dutoi tar shorir theke missing. Gaye saya blouse kichui nei, bhije kapor ta, navir nich theke hatu porjonto kono mote gaye jorano pet ta puro khola. Ma er gobhir tolthole nabhi puro drisshoman. Ma er subishal mai duto bhije kapor-r opor theke thikre beriye asche, mai-r kalo bota gulo porjonto sposto dekha jachhe ar tholthole bishal bishal pacha te bhije kapor emon bhabe sete lege achhe je ma-r poder chera ta bhison rokom sposto. Eta dekhe, uncle dujoner chokh chana bara. Ma obossho kheyal koreni amra je eshechi. She nijer mone dariye ache. R bikaler komol rod e nijer chul shukoche.

  Emon drissho dekhe amaro tor shoichilo na. Ami uncle der ke ishara korlam, chup thakte. Tarpor ma er pechon e giye darai. Uncle ra vabe make surprise debe bole onara takiye thake. Ami ebar ek jhotkay pechon theke ma er duto dudh chepe dhori. ma obak holeo Uncle ra jei prokar e bishmoito hoy ar tar chok jei prokar e uttejonay boro hoy ta bolar moto noy. Edike, tader pant er shamne bishal ekta khamba toiri hoyeche.

Ma bole “ke Ke?”

“bolo to ke?”

“Shobshomoyi bodmashi tor mathay ghure...char amar dudh…”

“Ami ektu dudh chpie dudh khabo na bolo? Babake toh thik e khawale. Othocho oi dudher upor amar dabi beshi…”

“Keno shuni?”

“Karon ami chele… Tar upor oi duto mai e dudher shob bebostha ami korechi…”

“Tor babar permission niyei toh korechish?”

“Permission niyechi pore… Age toh dudher bebostha korechi…”

“Emon bhabe bolchish jeno tui ekai dudher bebostha korechish…”

“Baba toh r bole ni eka eka shob korte... Kothay ache na, shobe mile kori kaaj, hari jiti nahi laaj…”

Ma ebar pechone takatei thomke daralo. Uncle der ke she age kheyal koreni. Ebar kheyal kortei bollo…

“Tui na emon oshovvoy hoyechish barite lokjon ache tader samne eshob..char ekhon amar niche jete hobe…”

Ami uncle der er dike takiye bujhi amar kaj sofol...karon tara obak ei ghotonar por...ami ma ke chari tader dike takiye boli

“Uncle apnara ekhane shachonde smoke korte paren…”

Ma chup chap niche chole jay… Amio tar pechon pechon jai…

  Shedin shondhay. Baba r Uncle ra golpo korche. Ta, uncle bolche

“Baah dada. Apnar family bonding khub strong…”

“Keno dada?”

“Na… Apnar chele apnader shathe khub frank…”

“Ha… Ektai chele toh…”

“Ha… Ma cheler moddhe emon frankness khub kom dekhechi…”

Emon shomoy ma ashlo oder cha debar jonne… Ma ke dekhei uncle bollo

“Boudi apnake niyei kotha hocchilo…”

“Ki kotha dada?”

“Na… Apnader cheler shathe apnara jemon frank, temon khub kom baba makei hote dekhechi…”

“Apnar dadar jonnoi chele emon kore… Nahole, eto frank hobar shahosh korto na…” Baba ebar bole

“Chele amader shathe frank hobe na toh, kar shathe hobe bolo Bina?”

“Ha ha… Chele baar khub bereche… Ja iccha kore…”

Emon shomoy ami pash diye jacchilam. Tader kotha shunte pelam… Bollam

“Ta, ki korechi ami?”

“Bikale ota ki korli?”

“Ki korlam?”

“Pechon theke eshe amar dudh chepe dhorli…”

“Ete dosher ki ache ma?”

“Kintu lokjon er shamne…” Ebar ami shundor kore, ma er pechone giye, ma er bishal bishal 8 kgr dudh duto ojon korar moto korlam. Uncle der chokh puroi chanabara. Sharir upor diyei jokhon dhori, tokhon eto bishal lage… Tahole, sharir arale, koto boro?

Tobe, baba temon obaak holo na… Hobei ba keno? Tar shathei tar srir pod mari… R blouse er upor diye dudh tepa toh shei tulonai r ki? Bollam

“Chele hoye jodi tomar dudher upor amar hok na thake, tahole kaar ache?”

“Tai bole…” Ma bollo

“R eto boro boro dudh dekhe, ke ba thakte pare bolo? Ek ektar ojon ek kaale chilo 4 kg… Ekhon dudhe bhorti hoye ek ekta 8 kg ojon hoye geche… R tumie shotti kore boloto… Tomar egolu dekhe haamle porte icche korche na? Shotti kore bolo…”

Baba r ki bolbe, shudhu hashe… Ma bole

“Tumio or shathe taal diccho…” Ami ebar bollam

“R baba ami ki tomar permission chara kichu korechi bolo? Ja kori, shob e tumi jano… Tomar shamnei kori…”

Baba r ki bolbe… Bollo

“Bina… Tumi shob shomoyi over react koro… Chele toh kharap kichu koreni…”

Uncle rao amake support dey… Bole

“Boudi… Chele toh ma ke ador korbei… Chele jodi na kore, tahole r ke korbe…”

Ma r ki bolbe… Ma ebar amar haat shoriye Got got kore, beriye jabar shomoy bole

“Ha… Ha… Shamir kaaj o chele kore deoyatao puroi shabhabik…”

  Ta du din porer ghotona...

  Raat doshta... Baba office er kaaj e abaro out of town. Tai, babar bichanay aaj Noren da shuyeche... Shuyeche bolle bhul hobe... Ritimoto dappache...

“Noren aste... Shaheb bari nei bole toh r puro elaka jagate hobe na, naki?”

“Aha... Bohudin por apnake eto aram kore chudchi...”

“Koi? Sharadin e toh chudle...”

“Ta chudbo na? Khali gaye orokom ghure berale kaar na baray baaj pore?”

“Sheki amar dosh? Tumi r Suhil milei toh tomar shaheb jei garite uthbe, tokhoni amar saree r petticoat khule felecho... Bhaggish blouse chilo... Tai janala diye kono mote bye ta bolte perechi...

“Ta toh dite perechen…”

“Tao ki thik moto bye debar jo ache? Suhil tokhon pod er futoy angul dhukiye rekheche... R tumi gud chushe diccho... Porpurush er kache emon teasing kheye ki keo tar bor ke thik moto bye dite pare bolo?”

“Ta, apnar moto rendi memshaheb e pare...” heshe Noren da bollo... tarpor bollo

“Memshaheb, amar pray hoye jacche...”

“Ta, maal ta mukhei felo... Raat e toh tomra kichui khete dao ni... O kheyei pet bhori...”

“Amrao mone hocche kheyechi?”

“Dujon mile je duto mai er puro dudh shesh korle, shetar ki hobe?”

Noren da heshe ebar ma er pod theke bara ber kore ma er mukher shamne ene bollo

“Golpo pore hobe... Ebar amar laura ta bhalo kore chushe den memshaheb...” ma r kotha na bole baddho magir moto barir chakorer laura chushe chete putte maal khete laglo... Maal khiche Noren dao tired. Afterall, dine 14 bar chodar por, kei ba active thake?

  Jai hok, Noren da maal fele porisranto hoye ebar ma er dudh er upor shuye ache, r ekta bota mukhe pure aste aste chushche... Oi dike, Ma er hotat mone porlo... Bollo

  “Noren, tumi jokhon bathroom e chile, tokhon tomar ekta phone eshechilo...”

“kokhon? jokhon apnake niye snan korchilam?”

“Na... Tokhon toh tomar shathei chilam... Kichukhon age jokhon ami r suhil chudchilam, r tumi gechile bathroom e...”

“Oh acha... Ta ke phone diyechilo?”

“Tomar bondhu Kanchu phone diyechilo...”

“Kanchu? Ki bollo?”

“Ki r bolbe? Amake khub miss kore... Bohudin amar dudh khay na... Amay bole gram e ashte... Eshe jeno tar shathe ek raat katai... Amio bollam, tomader shaheb jokhon koekdin er jonno kolkatar baire jabe, tokhon chole ashte...”

“R ki bollo?”

“Oh... Tumi je jomi bondhok rekhe korjo korecho, shei lok eshe tomay khub khujchilo, taka debar jonno...”

“Kintu ami ekhon eto taka pabo koi? Shaheb ke bolechen ektu shahajjo korte?”

“Tomar shaheb bollo, tar haat e ekhon kicchu nei...”

“Acha, amar maineta bariye dite bolechen?”

“Ha… Bolechi… Prothome bollo maine 2 hajar kore bariye debe…”

“2 hajar matro?”

“Prothome toh baratei chay na… Bollam, Norenta onek din dhorei amader barite kaaj korche… Khub bhalo service dicche… Ta, bariye dao na ektu… Shaheb tao raji na… Tarpor, jokhon baray alto haat rekhe bollam je raat e dudh khete dibo na, na barale tokhon hup kore raji hoye gelo…”

“Kintu memshaheb… Ja beton pai, ta diye toh r ferot dite parbo na korjo… Ekhon ki kori?”

“Ki r korbe?”

“Obhabe fele rakhle toh oi lok amar ma ke tariye diye amar jomi dokhol kore felbe… 2 mash er bhetor taka back na korte parle…” Ma r ki bolbe. Noren er mathay haat buliye dite dite bollo

“Noren, ekhon tension korona… Araam kore memshaheb er mai chushte thako… Ami ghum pariye dicchi… Shob thik hoye jabe…”

Noren da chushte chushte chinta korte laglo. Hotat tar mathay ekta buddhi khele gelo. Bollo

“Memshaheb, amar mathay ekta buddhi esheche…”

“Ki buddhi Noren?”

“Memshaheb… Etodin toh free free apnar nodhor shorir ta manushjon ke khaiyechi… Ebar ei nodhor shorir diyei ami income korbo…”

“Ki bhabe korbe shuni?”

“Apnar ei shorirta ke beche ami amar loan shodh korbo…”

“Ki bolcho eshob Noren?” Ma ebar ekta obaak hoye jay…

“Memshaheb, dekhun… Kichudin age apni apnar shamir jonno tar boss ke moja diyechen… R apnar bacchar baaper jonno etuku korte parben na?”

“Kintu Noren, eto khub risky… Jodi dhora pore jai?” Ma emon bhaab korlo, jeno ei kaaj age kokhono koreni… Ekhono majhe majhe Sushil phone diye bole ferot ashte. Bole, tar customer ra ekhono take khoje… Kintu apatoto ma barir lokeder shamliyei ba time pay kokhon?

“Shei risk shob amar… Amie shob bebostha korbo…”

“R jodi keo attack kore?”

“Apnar dudher shad pele r pode bara gujte parle kei ba apnake attack korbe?”

“R ei shob bebshay oshuk hobar bhoy ache…”

“Memshaheb, apni elakar dudhwala theke shuru kore rastar lok shuddhu iccha moto chudechen, r ekhon apni oshushtho hobar bhoy korchen?”

“R gude maal dhalle?”

“Condom pore chudbe… R apnar je tight pod… Pod chodar jonnoi shobai pagol thakbe…”

“R tomar shaheb ke ki bole ber hobo? Je tar khanki bou bessya paray jacche?”

“Aha Memshaheb… Shaheb ke bojhanor dayitto Suhil er…”

“R Suhil ke raji korabe ta ke?”

“Amie korbo…”

“Suhil e raji hobe na dekho…”

“Raji ami koraboi dekhen…”

“Accha jao… Suhil raji hoye jodi shob manage kore, tobe ami jabone…”

Noren da ebar hashe… Heshe ma ke ulto kore shuyay… Shuiye bole

“Khanki Mem… De ebar tor pod ta mere ready kori customer der jonno…”

Bole Noren er akhamba bara ta guje dey ma er tholthole pod er ontorale…

Ma mone mone hashe… Abar ektu chintay pore… Jei line ekbare chere ashchilo… Abar shei line ei fire jete hocche take… Tao, tar chakorer jonno taka kamate… Kintu ekta kotha shotto… Chodate tar bhaloi lage…

  Porerdin shokale… Dekhi Noren da amar room er shamne dariye…

“Ki bepar Noren da… Eto shokal shokal…”

“Na… Ektu porei toh babu chole ashbe bari… R memshaheb geche snaan korte…”

“Ki hoyeche tomar? Aaj eka eka ma ke snaan korte diccho?”

“Na… Ektu joruri kotha chilo apnar shathe…”

“Bolo shuni dada…”

“dada… Ami ekta bishal korjo niyechilam gram er barir jomi bondhok rekhe…”

“Ta dada… Amie ba ki korte pari? Ami toh r kamai na… Ami nijeo takar obhabe ekta motorcycle kinte parchi na… Babao taka dicche na… Baba ke bolle hoyto baba kichu manage korte parbe…”

“Memshaheb shaheb ke bolechilo… Shaheb maine shudhu 2 hazar bariyeche…”

“Babar kach theke dhar niye shodh kore dao… Tarpor, baba tomar maine theke taka kete rakhbe…”

“Shaheb er haat e bole ekhon taka nei…”

“Ta, ekhon ki kora jay shuni?”

“Na… Ami ekta buddhi peyechilam… Kintu apnar help lagbe…”

“Ki buddhi r ki help shuni?”

“Na… Etodin toh memshaheb ke jar tar shathe chudiye moja korechi… Ta, ebar jodi customer diye chudatam tobe dujoneri pocket e kichu ashto…”

“Mane tumi ma ke besshyagiri korte bolcho?”

“Na mane…” Emon shomoy ma dhuklo… Ma khali ekta patla gamcha dudher upor jhuliye room e ashlo… Tar bishal bishal kalo mai duto jeno gamchar faak diye beriye jete cheshta korche… R baal bhora gud shurjer aloye chok chok korche…

“Dekhto Suhil… Noren ki shob abol tabol bolche… Amay bole customer diye chudiye income korbe…”

“Ma… Buddhita kintu kharap na… Etodin chele buro shobaike free te tumi service korecho… Ekhon shei service er jonno kichu income hole toh khoti nei…”

“Ki bolchish eshob?”

“Aha ma… Tomar ei shorir khana chekhe dekhbar jonno shobai moriya… Etodin shobai ke free te furti korte diyechi… Ebar shetar jonno tax boshano toh kharap kichu na…”

“Kintu ami toh tor ma…”

“Tumi amar khanki ma… Besshya magi dudhwali ma… Tomar dudh er jonno shobai pagol… Shei dudher bebosthao amra korechi… Etodin free te shobar shathe shei dudh share korechi… Ebar ektu income korle khoti ki?”

“Tui o Noren er shathe shay dicchish?”

“Ha… Dibo na keno? Amaro toh ete labh ache…”

“Ki labh?”

“Noren da… Ami help korte raji achi ek shorte…”

“Ki dada…”

“Tomar ja profit hobe, shekhan theke amake ekta percentage dite hobe…”

“OK… Ami raji…” Noren da heshe bole…

“Tora eta ki korchish?”

“Dekho ma… Onek din dhore shokh ekta motorbike kenar… Babar kache taka cheyechi… Baba deyni… Tar bou er eto jotno ami kori… Ta, ebar shei jotner kichu fol amra uthai… Ki bolo Noren da?”

“Obboshoi… R memshaheb je bishal tholthole pod… Bazar er shob magi fail...” bole ma er pacha niye khelte laglo… Ami ebar taan diye gamcha khule ekta dudher bota mukhe pure diye bollam

“R ei mishit dudh er kotha ki bhule jaccho Noren da… Emon bishal bishal mai r eto mishti dudhial gai pele bazaar er shob magir toh income shesh…”

“Tora char ebar… Sharadin toder kache chodon kheye raat e noren er bara pod e bhore ghumiye uthe ebar snaan korlam tor babar jonno… Ekhono egulo niye khela shesh hoy ni?”

“aha ma… Emon dudh pele ki keo r chare?”

“Shob e toh bujhlam… Kintu tor babake ki kore bujhabi… Ei koyekdin toh she rate barite thakbe…”

“Baba? Babake manage korbar dayitto shob amar… Tomar pete du duto haramzada diye manage kore fellam… R eto kichui na…”

“Shebar toh tor babake dudh khabar lobh dekhiye manage korli… Ebar ki kore manage korbi?”

“Dekho… Dekho…” Heshe ami bollam. Tarpor bollam

“Ebar lokkhi magir moto amar bara ta chush dao toh…”

“Kintu tor baba toh kacha kachi chole esheche…”

“Tar jonno pod r gud toh fresh rekhechi… Ebar taratari amar barata chushe dao… Bichi fete jacche…”

“Memshaheb… Amartao ektu…” Noren da bole… Ma ebar amader bara mukhe pure bole

“Toder niye je ami koi jabo…”

  Shedin shondhay…

  “Ki bolte chacchish?”

“Aha baba… Eta khub important ekta therapy...”

“Kintu eto dure keno? Ashe pasheo toh ache…”

“Ashe pasher therapist ra oto bhalo na… Tini khub bikhatto sex therapist…”

“Kintu tor maer sex therapist er kache jabar dorkar ta ki?” Ma majh khan diye bollo

“Dekho Jibon… Amar dorkar nei kono sex therapy… Ami emni shushtho achi…” Baba ebar ma ke ektu jhere bole

“Dekho Bina… Er majhe kotha bolo na… Amader chele boro hoyeche… Or idea eshob niye amader theke beshi… R o tomake khub bhalobashe… Tai, tomar dekhvaal oke korte dao…” Ma mone mone bollo

“Ha… Ha… Tumi Jodi jante chele tomar pechon pechon ka ke ka ke diye amay choday…” Baba ebar amay bole

“Ta ki bolchili…”

“Ha, bolchilam r ki je Ma er boyosh hoyeche… Ami r Tumi mile je porimaan chodon dei, tate ma er shorir bhenge jete pare…” Ma ebar foron kete bole

“Tor baba r chudeche… Khali office er kaaji chudte pare… Bou er pod toh onno manush chude beray…”

“Mane?” baba jigesha kore…

“mane, tomar chele r ki…”

“Ta, jai hok baba… Ei therapy khub important…”

“Ta, shondhay appointment ne…”

“Aha… Uni khub bikkhato toh… Tai, onar kache appointment nite perechi shudhu rate...”

“Onar naam e toh kokhono shuni nai… Ki bolli naam ta Gabbar Khan?”

“Mogambo Gabbar Singh… Bikkhato sex therapist…”

“Naam ta kothay jeno shunechi… Tai bole raat doshtar por?”

“Ha… Onar kache onekei jay toh therapy nite…”

“Ta nahoy bujhlam… Kintu otodure tor ma ki kore eto raat e jabe? Amar toh office theke firte firtei raat hoy… R tor toh porashuna thake…”

“Keno? Norenda ache na? Noren dai ma ke niye jabe…”

“Noren thakatei bhorosha… Noren na thakle je ki hoto?”

“Tomar r dudh khawa hoto na…” ma bole…

“Mane?”

“Noren da khabar dudher bebostha kore na? Oi kotha bolchilo r ki… Ta aaj ratei jacche r ki…”

“Aaj ratei?”

“Ha baba… Ei prothom appointment ta miss korate chacchi na… Afterall... Tomar bou ke chudte na parle ki tomar bhalo lagbe?”

“Emon dudhial podwali bou ke chudte na parle ki shanti ache?”

Bole ma er pod e haat dilo baba… Ami bollam

“Aha baba ekhon na… Fire ashle tarpor chudo…”

“Toh, dao ektu dudh kheye nei…”

“Na na baba… Mogambo Gabbar Singh er kache ekebare okkhoto obosthate pathate hobe… Nahole sex therapy thik moto hobe na…”

“Acha thik ache tahole…” Ami hashlam… Ma er mukh shukno… Ma bhebechilo hoyto last porjonto shami badha dibe… Kintu Boka shami dud her lobhe jokhon porpurusher baccha pete nebar permission dey, tokhon chodar jonno toh eta kichui na…

  Raat 8 tar dike Ma ber holo… Baba bollo

“Bina… Shabdhane jeyo… R bhalo kore therapy niye esho… R Noren, tumi tomar memshaheb er kheyal rekho…”

Noren da heshe bole “Acha…” Er por ber hoye ma ke bole

“Dekhlen toh apnar shami ki bollo? Chinta korben na… Ami amar khanki memshaheb er khub kheyal rekhe therapy ta dibo... Emon therapy debo, je shara jibon mone rakhbe…”

  Raat 9 ta…

  “Dada… Ami shunechi, apnader kichu ispecial offer ache…” Ma er komore haat diye kache tene niye eshe bollo…

“Ha… Ache… Obboshoi sir… Apnader konar room ta debo?” Hotel Eastland er manager bollo.

“Ki rokom khorcha porbe?”

“Aha dada… Emon jinish jokhon apni niye ashte perechen, tokhon apni room er khorchao dite parben shohoje…” Ma er dudher dike takiye bollo manager…

“Ta, beparta ektu onnorokom korle kemon hoy?”

“Ki bolte chacchen sir?”

“Na… Amar nijer khawar icche nei… Ami gorib manush… Tai, onnoke khaiye jodi taka pai, tobei amar labh…”

“Ki bolte chacchen dada?” Manager ektu obaak… Norenda ebar manager er shamnei ma er pod hatate hatate bollo

“Na… Mane, amar memshaheb ke onner bou shajate chacchi… Binimoye amake kichu dite hobe…”

Manager ebar beparta bujhte parlo… Bollo

“Ish… Na na… Amader oi shob karbar nei… Khub risky karbar… Jekono time e security officer raid marte pare…”

“Aha dada… Amay shobai bollo ei hotel tai shera… Dekhun na kichu manage kora jay kina…”

“Na dada… Eshob jinish korata khub risky… Eshob ekhane dhora porle amay jail e purbe security officer…”

Noren da ebar halka taan e ma er achol ta fele dilo… R tate ma er porbot shoman bishal bishal dudh prokkashho holo… Blouse chire mone hoy beriye ashte chaiyeche ma er dudh gulo… Botar kach diye blouse bhije, tai bra less dudh er bishal kalo bota gulo shada blouse er ontorale besh drisshoman…. Icche korei ei blouse ta poriyeche Noren… Ma bolechilo

“Ish Noren… Ei blouse ta hobe na… Eta toh chotota hobar ager blouse…”

“Aha memshaheb, eta kono mote chepe apnar portei hobe…”

“Bra thakle tao kono mote porano jeto… Kintu ekhon…”

“Bra rakha jabe na… Emon shundor shundor dudh jodi customer ra na dekhte pare, tobe ei dudher konoi daam nei…” Ma r ki korbe? Bohu koshte bra ta poreche… Jai hok… Fire ashi present e… Ma er bishal bishal mai jorar dike takiye Manager er chokkhu chanabara… Bollo

“Ogoluki ashol? Naki operation kore boshano?”

“Ekkebare 100 percent pure… Dudh o hoy…:”

“Orre baba bolen ki…”

Ebar ma ke ghuriye bollo

“Ei 6 6 12 kger pod e bara dhukiye je ki moja, ta r bolar moto na…”

“Magi ki podeo bara nay?”

“Shomoye shomoye duto niyeche…” Emon shomoye ekta bhoddorlok suitcase niye ashte laglo... Ebar manager bollo

“Accha, ektu side e boshun… Ami beparta dekhchi…” Ma er achol ta ebar thik kore Noren da ektu side e giye boshlo…

Oi lokta jawar por, manager eshe bollo

“Ta dada… Amra shochorachor eshob kaaj korina… Kintu khub rare case e, amra kichu special client er jonno escort er bebostha kore thaki… Jemon temon meye na… jader kono special talent othoba feature ache, shudhu taderi nei… Ta, ei mohilar dudh je bishal bishal… Tate, nishondehe ei mohila special…” Noren da ebar hashe… Manager aro bole

“Kichudin agei ekta security officer raid porechilo pasher hotel e… Tai, amra ei service ta apatoto bondho rekhechilam… Kintu apni jokhon eto kore request korechen… Tokhon, ekta test run diye dekhte pari…”

“Memshaheb, test run ki?” ebar noren da ma ke jigesha korlo

“mane, trail mara r ki…” Ma bollo

“Ore, baba… magi dekhi shikkhit magi… Ta, ja bolchilam… Amra special meyeder kei rakhi… Ebong tar service er kichu ongsho amader hotel er fund e jabe…”

“Kototuku?”

“Ei dhorun onar 50% income amader… R room bill client er…” Ebar ma er dike takiye bollo

“Ki bolche memshaheb?”

“Amar income er ordhek uni nibe r room er khoroch dibe jara korbe tara…”

“Apnar income mane?”

“Mane, amar ekhane je kaaj tar binimoye je taka pabo…”

“O… Apnake magir moto chodanor bill…” Ebar manager er dike takiye bollo

“Na… Eto kom hobe na… Chodar bill er 4 bhager 3 bhaag amar… R bakita apnar…”

“Eto kom e amra kaaj korina…”

“Eto kom e amar memshaheb er mishti dudh e khete dibo na ami… R memshaheb jemon temon magi naki? Apnar client er der emon bara ningre maal out korbe je client er shaad kokhonoi bhulte parbe na…”

“Acha thik ache… Tobe, amra take ekhoni permanent korchi na… 1 mash dekhi… Tarpor…”

“Thik ache…”

“Kintu eshob er age, onake ekta porikka dite hobe…”

“Thik ache…”

“Ashun amar shathe…”

Bole manager ekta room e niye gelo… Room ta motamoti boro… Okhane giye bollo

“Ebar apnara boshun… Ami ashchi…” bole ektu beriye gelo… 5 minute por, manager ekta lok niye ashlo… Loktar boyosh hobe 50 er kachakachi…

“Ini hocche amar boss… Ei hotel er super incharge…” In charge kichui bollo na… Ma er dike, takiye theken ma ke chekhe dekhte laglo… Noren da ki jani ekta bolte jacchilo, lokta ebar nijei taan diye sharir achol fele dilo… Tarpor, blouse er upor diyei dudh gulo tipte tipte bollo

“Shunecho tor dudh hoy magi… Dekhi…” Norenda ebar ma ke bollo

“Memshaheb, ektu khaiye dekhan toh…” Lokta ebar Noren er dike takiye bollo

“Ami dekhe nicchi…” bole, ma er blouse dhore taan day… Ma bole

“Aste… Blouse ta chirbe toh…” Lokta heshe bole

“Magi, tor kaaj hocche kapor chara thaka… Tui abar blouse diye ki korbi, ha?”

“Bashay firte hobe na?” Noren da ebar bollo

“Memshaheb… Chup chap blouse khule duto duto dekhiye dilei toh paren…” Ma ebar bhalo manusher moto blouse khule fello. R lokta bishal bishal dudh duto moydar gola jemon kore tepe, temon kore tipte tipte bollo

“baah… Etodekhi natural… Khub norom…” Er por, ma er ekta bota mukhe niye bollo

“Umm… Besh gorom gorom mishti dudh ber hoy dekhi…” Manager ebar bollo

“Amio khabo dekhi…” bole arekta nijer mukhe pure nilo… Lokta ebar dudh chere bollo

“Manager shaheb, dudh r khabar dorkar nei… Pore, customer der kom porte pare…” Noren da ebar heshe bollo

“Aha sir… Kono shomoshya nei… Amar ei khanki mem er onek dudh hoy… Kono chinta na kore khan…”

Lokta abaro dudh khawa shuru korlo… Er por, lokta bollo

“Ta, dekhi tor pod er obostha…”

Ma ebar petticoat khana komor porjonto uchiye tar baal e bhora gud ta dekhalo… Lokta ebar bollo

“Baah… besh… Besh…” bole ma er gude ekta angul bhore dilo… R ma ei akoshat action e ektu obaak holo… Abar aram e chokh bondho kore fello… Lokta ebar gud theke angul ber kore chete bollo

Hmm… Besh shad ei magir roshalo guder… Kintu, ektu shomoshya ache…”

“Ki?”

“Amader client ra abar oneke baal bhora gud pochondo kore na… Amar jonno obbosho bhalo… Ta manager babu, ekta kechi niye ashen toh…” Manager babu ebar pasher table theke ekta kc ber korlo… Lokta ebar ma ke bollo

“magi, shari uchiye rakh… Shari porle tor khobor ache…”

“Ki khobor korben apni?” ma bollo… R thash… Pod e ekta tirashi shikkar chor mere lokta bollo

“Abar kotha bolish… Chup chap ja bolchi, ta shon…” Ma ebarlokkhi meyer moto shari khana uchiye rakhlo… R lokta kach kach kore baal kete fello… Er por, ma ke bollo

“Ja, magi… Dhuye aay…” Ma shari namiye jete lagchilo… Bollo

“Magi, tui toh r petticoat pore r gud dhubi na… Petticoat ta ekhanei khule rekhe ja...”

“Kintu…” Lokta abaro ma er pod e chor marlo… Noren da bollo

“Memshaheb… Apni torko na kore, petticoat ta khule gelei paren… Daran, amie khule dicchi…” bole petticoat er shuto taan diye petticoat ta fele dilo… R ma er petticoat matite pore gelo… Ma er gaye shudhu tar mongolshutro r haate shakha… Kopale shidur r tip… Gaye r kicchu nei… Lokta bollo

“Ja… puro bibahito magi… Aah… Ebar bathroom e giye porishkar kore aay… Pod ta duliye jash… Poder duluni dekhbo tor…” ma ebar pod ta duliye duliye bathroom e gelo… Giye jol diye porishkar kore eshe bollo

“ebar ki korbo?”

“Magi… Chup chap thak… Ja bolar ami bolbo… Ghure dara…” ma ebar ghure daratei, lokta ma er pithe dhakka diye ma ke bend kore ma er pod e ekta angul dhukiye dilo…

“Tui podeo bara nish naki?”

“Ha… Tai toh shunlam….” Manager bollo

“Apnake bolte hobe na… Magikei bolte din… Nish naki magi?”

“Ha… Nei…”

“Tahole kuttir moto dara dekhi…”

“Mane?” Abaro pod e thash thash duto chor marlo lokta… Ma bollo

“Ebar ki korlam?” abaro pod e arekta chor mere bollo

“Chup chap theke char paye kuttar moto dara besshwa… Sorry… Kutti…” ma ebar baddho hoye pod uchiye char paye hamaguri dilo... Lokta ebar ma er pod niye khelte khelte bollo

“Ba re… Bhulei gechilam… Ashol kaajtai korte…” bole, ebar pant ta khule ma er mukhe tar bara ta pure bollo

“Dekhi magi thik moto chushte parish kina…” Noren da ebar bollo

“Memshaheb khub bhalo bara chushe… Prottek raat e amar ta chushe dey… Na chushle amar abar ghum hoy na…”

“Apnake jigesha korechi? Magi kemon chnushe, ta ekhoni bhalo kore bujhte parbo…”

Bole, ebar lokta ma er matha ta chepe dhorlo tar barar shathe… R puro bara ta ma er gola porjonto bhore dilo…. Ma ke puro deepthroat kore, fello… Ma o 10 second er moto bara ta gola obodhi bhore laglo… Tarpor, r parlo na… Thuthu shomet bara ber kore fello.

“baah… baah… bara toh bhaloi chushe magi… Bhalo kore thuthu lagiye de magi… kaaj ache…” ma o ebar baddho magir moto bhalo kore lubricate kore dilo tar bara… Lokta ebnar ma er pechone eshe ebar noren ke bollo

“Edike ashun…” Noren da ashte bollo

“Pod ta faak kore dhorun toh…”

“Aha sir… pod ta faak korar kono dorkar nei… ekbar try korei dekhun na…”

“Pod e dhukbe toh?”

“Aha… Gotoratei bhalo kore merechi… Dhukate jodi kono problem hoy, ami kaan dhore uthbosh korbo..”

Lokta ebar hashlo… R chopat kore ma er pod e puro bara ta dhukiye fello… R ma “aah… aste…” bole chilliye uthlo… Lokta oidike kono bhrukko khep nei… Lokta ebar ma ke bollo

“Magi chup thak… Aah… Besh toh pod ta…” Noren dar ebar ektu doya holo… Ma er kache eshe ma ke aste aste bollo

“Memshaheb… Khub moja lagbe apnar… Ora ja bole shunun…” Lokta ebar bollo

“Ebhabe magir mukh bondho kora jabe na… Manager shaheb… Raat e ki haat merei ghumaben naki amake shahajjo korben? Magir mukhe bara ta guje din…” Manager mone hoy otar jonnoi wait korchilo… chain ta khule shoja ma er mukhe bhore dilo… R du side diye duto lok noren da shamne ma ke doggy te chudte laglo… Noren da ki boshe thakbe? Noren da ebar bollo

“Apnara chudun… Amar dudh er teshta peyeche...” bole ma er jhulonto ekta mai dhore chuste laglo… Oi dike, lokta pod chudte chudte ma er gudeo angul bhore diyeche…Bollo

“Baah… Magi dekhi jol khoshacche… Mojai pacche…” ebhabe pray 30 minute chollo… Manager totokhone ma er mukhei maal deleche… Lokta chilliye boleche…

“Magi, shob maal jeno kheye felish… Konota jeno matite na pore…” Ma baddho meyer moto kheyeche… Ebar lokta ma er pod theke direct bara ber kore ma er mukhe pure dilo… Jake bole direct ass to mouth… Diye ma er nakh chepe dhore, bara ta guje diyeche ma er mukhe… Bollo

“Magi, chosh chosh… Aah… “ bole ma er mukhe maal charlo… R eto porimaan e je ma er mukh bre kichu baire porlo… Matite… Lokta ebar ma er chul dhore taan diye bollo

“Magi bolechina, maal noshto korbina? Ebar ota porishkar kor…” ma oi obosthate haat diye porishkar korte gelo… Lokta aro jore chul tene bollo

“Haat diye korchish keno? Maal ki magna magna paoya jay? Chete utho…” Ma nirupay hoye ebar floor theke chete chete loktar maal porishkar korte laglo… Aaj, tar chakorer jonno taka kamate abaro tar ei line e firte hoyeche… Beshyagirite… R tao, emon obostha, je take mati theke maal uthiye khete hocche… R oi dike, tar chele etar moja nicche… R tar shami jane, bou therapy dite geche… Sex therapy… Je therapy hocche, ta r bolte noy…

“Magi toh besh bhaloi perform kore… Ta, thik ache… Ebar ja bathroom e ja… Giye porishkar hoye aay... Tor jonno client ready kore ashi… Tar age dara…” bole lokta tar phone ta bner kore ma er dudh r pod er chobi tulte laglo… Bibhinno angle theke chobi tulte laglo, ma er gaped pod er, r bishal bnishal dudh er… Er por, ma er mukher ekta chobi tullo… Tarpor, ma er pod e chor mere bollo

“ja… Ready ho giye…”

  Kichukhon por, oi lokta ashlo… Haat e ekta makeup box… Lokta bollo

“Ekhono ready hoshni?”

Ma totokhone haat mukh dhuye tar blouse ta kono mote safety pin diye pore niyeche… R petticoat ta pore saree khana pore niyeche… Lokta bollo

“Egulo ki pore achish? Egolu porar ki dorkar ache naki?”

“Tahole porbo ta ki?”

“Tui ki tor shoshurer jotno korte jacchish naki? Blouse khol…” ma r kotha na bariye blouse khana khullo… Tarpor, lokta bollo

“Ja, aaj raater jonno eta porei hobe… Shari khana paltate parle hoto… Jai hok, tor jonno lok thik kore rekhechi… Tor dalaal kothao bole esheche… Tui ebar jaa… Giye kaaj kore aay…” Ma ber hote jacchilo… Lokta ebnar chul dhnore taan diye bollo

“Makeup ki tor ke shajanor jonno enechi?” Ma ebar daralo… Bollo

“Acha, thik ache… Kore nicchi…” bole, ma ebar makeup porte laglo. Mukhe face powder, tothe garo laal lipstick, Chokher niche kajol r kopale tip… Lokta bollo

“Magi, tor shidur ke poriye debe?”

“Chodar jonne abar shidur lage naki?” Lokta ebar ma er pachay ekta chor mere bollo

“Tui hocchish amader hotel er savita bhabi… Shakha shidur mongolshutro shobn shomoy pore ashbi… Nahole toke hotelei dhukte debo na…” Ma r ki bolbe? Shidurkhana pore, loktar shathe ber holo… Dekhlo, ek prante Noren da dariye ache… Ma ke dekhei Noren da eshe bollo

“Memshaheb, shob thik korechi… Ora 3 jon ache…”

“3 jon?”

“Ha… Jon… Montri minister era.” Edike lokta ekta tray te kore ek botol whiskey r 3 ta glass niye esheche… Lokta bollo

“Ja magi, tor bhatar der aaj mod khaiye anondo de…” Ebar Norenda roome make niye gelo… Ma dekhlo, 3 ta lokh boshe ache… Shobai suit tie pore… Lok guloke bollo Norenda

“Ei nin apnader boudi ke… Pochondo hoyeche?”

Majher ta bojhai jacche she ekjon montri… Ma dekhei chine fello… Paan chibocche… R baki duita tar shagred…

Montrir er boyosh 70 er kachakachi… Uni ebar onno elakay election koreche… R tar shagred ekjon er boyosh hobe 40… R shathe ekta chokhra ache… Boyosh 30… “Magi ke chekhe na dekhle, ki kore bujhbo, ha? Tobe, shala tor boudir jodi shotti shotti dudh na ber hoy, tobe taka ferot dibi…” Noren da haslo… Heshe ebar bollo

“Daran, apnader jonno ekta special mod khnawai…” bole, prothome glass e whiskey dhallo… Tarpor, shaat kore ma er achol ta fele dilo… Tate, tar bishal bishal dudh er jora jora prokash pelo… Oder chokh toh chanabara… Ebar noren da, ekta bishal kalo peper shamne glass dhore tip dilo… R tate, finki mere dudh glass e porlo… Lok tinta ha kore cheye cheye dekhte laglo… Noren da ebar aste aste tipe tipe dudh ber kore glass bhoriye fello… Tarpor bollo

“Dada, kheye dekhun toh…”

“Ei combination e chini lagbe toh…”

“Aha… Kheyei dekhun na… Chini lage kina…” heshe Noren da bollo

Lok 3 ta ebar haat e glass niye aste aste chumuk dite lokgulo bollo

“Umm… Bhaloi toh moja dekhchi… Besh mishti toh…”

“Mishti hobe nah… Memshaheb er dudh e ki chinir obhaab?”

Oder moddhe ekjon glass e arektu mod dhele bollo

“Amay arektu dudh din toh…” Noren da ebar ma ke bollo

“Memshaheb, jaan giye dudh diye ashun…” ma ebar baddho meyer moto aste aste kore egolo… Giye loktar glass er upore tar bishal mai khana dhorlo… Dhore tip dilo… Tipe dudh fello… Oi dike, politician o bollo

“Amaro ektu lagbe…” ma ebar tar dike egolo… Pechon theke 30 bochor boyoshi shagred ta bollo

“Magir paccha ta dekhi ekebare lodlode…”

“Ta ja bolte…” Bole, ma er sharikhanar upor diyei pod e haat dite laglo… Edike, arekjon bollo

“Arre sala gandu… Taka diyeche ki sharir upor diye haat debar jonno?” bole, ma er sharir nich diye haat diye pachay haat diye hatate laglo…. Oi dike, montri bollo

“Magi ke ki aaj shararaat pujo korbi, naki lengto korbi?”

Ora hashlo… Tarpor, ma er shari dhore tene khule fello. Tarpor, petticoat khana khullo… khultei ma ke puro ulongo kore fello… Golae ekta chikon shonar chain.... long ekta mongolshutro ja tar du bishal bishal dab er moto dudh er majhe jhule ache… Kopale tip, r shithite shidur… Ekta lok, eshe humri kheye ekta shubishal mai tar mukhe pure fello.

“Ish… ki mishti dudh... Ami emon bou pele bari theke berote ditam na…” Arekjon o dudh er shwad niye bollo

“Shakha shidur pore achish magi… Tor bor koi?”

“Bari…”

“Ota ke tahole?”

“Amar barir kaajer lok…”

“Baah… Baah… Kaajer lok ke niye chodate eshechish... Ta bor jane?”

“Nah…”

“Aah… Tui toh khasha rendi dekhchi… Chakor ke niye eshechish chodate… Ta, dekha dini, kemon bara chushish…” bole ma mukh khana dhore ma er mukhe bara brobesh koralo… Ma o aram kore chushe dite thaklo…

“Aah… Rendi toh bhaloi chushe dekhi…” bole ma er dudh jora niye khela shuru korlo… Arekjon, ma er pachay haat bulote bulote, ma er pod er futoy angul dhukiye dilo…. Diye bollo

“Poder obostha toh dekhi ok… Aaj, aram kore pod khana chudte parbo…”

“Bhalo bhalo… Er ager diner tar pod eto loose chilo, je tin jon dhukoleo dhukano jeto… Ami aaj khali pod e chudchi…”

Edike, ma jake blowjob dicchilo, tar obostha kharap… She bollo

“magi, puro maal ki tor mukhei felabi, naki kichu tor pod r gud er jonno rakhbi?”

Montri ebar mukh theke bara ber kore, pod e set korlo… Tarpor, ek raam thelatei ma er pod e shope dilo tar bara…

“Orre, baba… aste…”

“Magi… Chup chap gadon kha...” bole or chelae bar ma er mukhe bara pure dilo…”

Oi dike, arekjon, ebar ma er dudh niye khelte thaklo… O bollo

“Sir… Apni pod khana chudun… Ami ei fake, gud khana apnar jonno ready kori…” Montri tokhon heshe bollo,

“Kore de shala… Aaj moja kore chudbo…”

Or chela ebar ma er gud choshna shuru korlo… Ek dike, ekjon take kole boshiye gud chudche… Arekdike, arekjon tar gud khana chushe dicche… Arekdike, arekjon tar mukhe bara bhore rekheche… R ma tar mukh diye oil ok er barar shokol maal chushe nebar cheshta korche… Ma tokhon puroi shorge…

Hotat, tar hush firlo… Takiye dekhe, tar gude ki jeno dhokano hocche… Dekhe, oi chelae bar mukh shoriye tar haat dhukano shuru koreche… Ma chillate giyeo chillate parlo na... Arekjon je tar mukhe bara dhukiye bhoshiye ache… Oi dike, Norenda dariye dariye dekhche, r moja niche… Ek dike, montri pod merei choleche… Or chelae bar angul dhukiye gud er moddhe khela shuru koreche… Ma ebar chnot chot korei jol khnoshalo…

“Ei re… Magi dekhi jol khoshiye feleche…” haat ber kore chatte chatte bollo lokta…

“Ta ebar magi ke ghuriye de… Gud khanay shukh nibo…” bole montri gud e bara bhorbar jonno ready hoyeche… Noren da tokhoni bollo

“Saar… Aste aste… Condom ta pore nin…”

“Condom keno?”

“Condom na porle je shomoshya hoye jabe…”

“Ki shomoshya?”

“Boudir je abar pet korbe… Shaheb tokhon gondogol korbe…”

“Tate, amar ki?”

“Emon shundor dudhial magi… Joti pet kore, tobe toh apni thik moto chudte parben na… Tar upor tokhon bashay bashay thakbe… Apnara aar moja lute parben na… Moja eka lutbe shaheb…”

“Tao obbosho thik… De condom ta…”

“Accha thik ache saar… Shomoshya nei… Shaheber kach theke shob manage kore niye tarpor ashboni… Tokhon icche moto apni gude maal felen… shomoshya nei…” noren da heshe ebar ekta condom poriye dilo…

Ebar chela r montri mile ma ke pod r gude ek shathe chudte laglo… Raam chodon dite dite, ma er gud r pode maal dhallo… Oi dike, arekjon ma er mukhei maal fele shara… Ebhabe shararaat chollo…

Bhor bela, jokhon ma ke niye Norenda auto te kore bari firche… Tokhon Bina ke Noren bollo

“Kemon laglo, memsaab?”

“Shararaat chodon khete r kemon lage bolo…”

“Besh besh… Bhalo bhalo…”

“Ekhon bari gele shaheb ki ki bolbo?”

“Bolben, apnar therapy nite nite shararaat lege gechilo… Tai, ek bandhobir bari chilen…”

“Ta, tumi she shomoy eto dorod dekhiye montritake condom poriye dile je… Memshaheb er gude maal felbar chance pele toh tumi chnaro na… Shei tumi ekhon eshob niye khub chinta korcho…”

“Memshabeb, age kichu taka kamiye nei… Tarpor, abar korboni… Tobe, shomoshya nei… Apnar pete baccha shudhu amie dibo…” heshe Noren bollo

Ma haslo… Heshe Noren ke buke joriye dhorlo… Noren da jei abar dudh tipte laglo, ma bollo

“Noren… Aste… Betha korche…”

“Tai, bole apni dudh khete diben na?”

“Tai, bole ei auto te? Autowalar shamne?” Noren da ebar autowala ke bollo

“Dada, apnar garite dudh khele shomoshya ache?”

“Na… tobe, amakeo dite hobe…”

“Eh, shala… Dudh ki tor bou er peyechish, je magna magna khabi?”

“Shala, eta ki tor bou je tui khacchish?”

“Bou hoyni… Tobe, or buker dud her bebostha amie korechi… Tai, amie khabo… Tor kono shomoshya ache naki?”

“Acha acha thik ache dada… ta, amakeo ektu khete den…”

“Acha, diboni… Tobe ek shorte…”

“Ki?”

“Gari bhara rakhte parbi na…”

“Na… Eto hoy na…”

“Emon nbishal bnishnal dudh tui tor baaper jonme pabi nah… R tar theke dudh o ber hoy…”

Autowala ebar nijeke rakhte parlo na… Bollo

“Acha, thik ache… Ekhoni ektu khai…”

“ne kha...” bole noren da ekta dudh egiye dilo.. Autowala ebar auto thamiye dudh khete laglo…

Ma obaak hoyei Noren da er dike takiye

“Memshaheb, bebsha korchi toh… Ki kore, khoroch komano jay, shetai dekhchi…”

  Bari ferar por… Shokaal 7 ta… Baba uthe dekhe, tar bou just bari firche..

“Ki holo? Shararaat kothay chile? Phone dhoroni keno?”

“R bolona… Raate, oi therapist er kache treatment nite nite onek deri hoye gechilo…”

“Tai, bole r bashay feroni?”

“Na… Bandhobir bari chilam… “

“Ta, amay ektu dudh khaiye dao…”

“Parbo na… Buke onek betha…” bole, ebar ma ebar change korte thaklo... Baba bollo

“Ta, therapist ki korlo?”

“Ta ki koreni, tai jigesha koro…”

“Ki koreni?”

“Amay jigesh korona… Noren ke giyei jigesha koro…”

“Noren ke keno? Tumi amar bou, ami tomay jigesha koro…”

“Bou na chai… Bou hole tumi niye jete… Noren na… Tai, oi jokhon amar bore r duty palon korche, or kachei jigesha kore nao…” baba bujhlo na, ma emon rege jacche keno… Baba ebar Noren da er kache giye njigesha korlo

“Noren, tomar memshaheber hoyeche ta ki, bolo toh? Emon rege ache keno?”

“Oi, dactor gobbor singh ektu kothor therapy diyeche toh… Tai, hoyto…”

“Ki bhabe?”

“Uni r onar du chela mile therapy diyeche toh…”

“Toh, therapy te ki ki korlo?”

“Ta, memshaheb e bhalo bolte parbe… Bazare jete hobe… Gelam…” bole noren da bneriye chole ashlo… Babao office er jonno rouna dilo….

  Bhor 5 ta. Ma shobe blouse khana lagiye sharlo.

  “Cholun memsaab… Aaj ektu taratari bari jai…”

  “Ta, shari ta toh porte dao…”

  “O porar dorkar nei… Taratari cholun…”

  “kintu shedin toh shari porini bole autowala tiplo…”

  “Auto te giye je abar shari khulte hoy… R saab toh r ter pacchen na…”

  “Ta obbosho thik…” Bole ma er pachay thappor diye noren da beriye ashlo hotel theke. Hotel theke ektu dur berotei, hotat kore ekta lok shamne eshe daralo…

  “Are Bina? Tumi ebhabe ekhane ki kore? R tomar shathe eta ke?”

  “O Noren. Amar barir kaajer lok… Ektu kaaje eshechilam…”

  “Ta ki kaaj, tato bhaloi bujhlam… Ora ja bole, tahole ta shotti… Bishal ek dudhial magi ke chode public…

Ta, tomar bole ekhono dudh hoy?”

  “Ha… Tobe, ager cheye olpo…”

  “Tahole, shotti bolchilo lokta… 4 bochor por o dudh hocche?” bole ebar lokta ma er dudh niye khelte laglo blouse er upor diyei… Tarpor, ekta bishal dudh jora ber kore fello… Noren da ha kore shob dekhche… R lokta ebar mukhe pure dudh chushte laglo…

  “Na majhe, dudh ber howa bondho hoye gechilo… Abar tin numbartar jonmor karone abar dudh hocche…”

  “Baa Baa… Tomar shami toh chomotkar lok. Raate bou ke pathay chakor er shathe chodon khete. R onnodike, bou er pete ektar por ekta diyei jacche…”

  “Shami bari thakle na pet badhabe amar… Shami toh office er kaaj kortei kortei hoyran…”

  “Tahole ke korche shuni?”

  “Chotota toh dekhte barir chakorer moto… R porer ta dekhte hoyeche ek elakar chokrar moto…”

  “Ta besh besh… Ta, ekhane jokhon kaaj korcho, amar okhanei ferot cholo…” Noren da etokhon chup kore shunchilo… Ebar bollo

  “Memshaheb, ki bolche eshob?”

  “Noren, she ek lomba kahini…”

  “Jetai hok, apni ekhanei kaaj korben… R kothao jete parben na…”

Ebar Sushil mukh khullo… Bollo

  “Bina, tumi kaaj korle amar okhanei korbe… Nahole, kaaj korte parbe na…”

  Noren da ebar rege gelo… Bollo

  “Eta ki moger mulluk peyecho naki?”

  “Bollam toh, Bina amar okhane kaaj korbe, nahole korbe nah…”

  “Dekhboni, ki korish tui… Memshaheb, cholun…” bole Noren da ma er haat dhore auto te uthiye niye bari hole ashlo…

  Shedin bikale… Baba office e… Tai, ma er gaye ektukro shuto nei… Shudhu shakha shidur pore bishal bishal dudh jora eliye sofay boshe ache… Ami giye ma er kole matha diye shuye porlam… SHuye ekta dudh mukhe pure chushte laglam… Dekhlam, ma ektu chintito… Bollam

  “Ki hoyeche ma? Ki chinta koro?”

  “Suhil… Obostha ta amar bhalo thekche na…”

  “Ki obostha ma?”

  “Na… Amar ager dalal Noren ke shashiye diye geche… Bole geche, or okhanei kaaj korte…”

  “O baba! Tumi ageo ei kaaj korte naki?”

  “4 bochor ager kotha…”

  “Mane?”

  “Noren amar pet badhabar por giyechilam r ki…”

  “Noren da keno? Amio toh chilam…”

  “Dudh khabar jonno tui o shahajjo korechish… Tui tor baba ke bujhiyechish… Raji koriyechish… Tui tor babar shamne bacchar bhaar niyechish… Kintu Subir dekhte hoyeche puro Noren er moto… Ta, ami ekhon ki bolbo bol?”

  “Ta er por tumi magiparay besshyagiri korte gele amader na janiye?”

  “Ha… chup chap chudiye ashtam r ki…”

  “Kichu hoye gele?”

  “Pete toh tokhon emni baccha chilo… Tai, baccha hobar bhoy o chilo na… Tai ektu chudiye ashte gechilam r ki…”

  “Ta, shei dalal hotat kotha theke udoy holo?”

  “Khobor peyeche, je tar bishal dudhial magi abaro kaaje fireche… kintu onno location e…”

  “Shuno ma… Khali kolshi baaje beshi… Tumi aaj jabe… Amie tomay niye jabo… Dekhi, ke ki kore… Aaj tomar jonne kichu special guest ache…” bole ami uthe gelam…

  Upore uthe, amar universityr friend Rajon k phone dilam…

  “Hello, ki obostha tor?”

  “Ei toh achi… Ta, hotat phone dili je?”

  “Tora bolchili na, ekta party ayojon korte?”

  “Ha… Tui toh bolli korbi… Er por toh tor r kono khoj nei…”

  “Shon, tui Shantonu, Rohan r Shoeb chole ashbi, Hotel Eastland e raat 10 tar dike chole ashbi..”

  “Acha… Shathe koto anbo?”

  “Joto parish anish… Ja khawabo toder, tate tora khoroch koreo kul pabi na…”

  “Ok dada… chole ashboni… Tui abar moja korchish nato?”

  “Ke moja korche, r ke moja korbe, ta ratei ter pabi… Rakhi…”

  Raat noyta… Baba matro bashay fireche. Fire dekhe, tar bou r chele berocche… Cheler poshak ashak thik ache… Kintu, bou er ta besh odbhut… Ekta fite deoya bikini blouse… Puro pith khola… Shudhu ekta shuto diye badha… Petticoat poreche navir du angul niche… Tate, tar govir nabhikhana puro drishshoman… R achol khana thik duto dudher majh khan diye geche… Halka golapi jorgette shari… Bolte gele shobi drisshoman…

  “Kothay jacchish tora?”

  “Dr. Mogambo Gabbar Singh er kache appointment ache…”

  “Aaj rateo? Ek shoptaho dhore toh tor ma khali oi loker kacchei jacche… Bashay toh thakche na…”

  “Aha baba… Oi therapy khub e important…”

  “Therapy toh nicchish… Ami toh r amar therapy pacchi na…”

  “Aha baba… Shobure meoya fole… R koekta din wait koro… Tumio tomar turn pabe…” bole ami ma ke niye beriye ashlam… Eshe bollam

  “Ki go ma? Aaj panty r bra pore acho je?”

  “Tor baba bari chilo je…”

“Tate ki hoyeche?”

  “Jodi check kore boshe… Tai, pore niyechilam r ki…”

  “Jai hok… Giyei blouse bra r panty khule felbe kintu…”

  “Acha thik ache…”

  Thik 10 tay hotel e pouchey ma ke bollam

  “Tumi tomar room e giye ready how… Ami ashchi…” Bole ma er pachay ek khana chor marlam… Mao baddho magir moto upor chole gelo… Ami lobby te giye dekhi, ora 4 jon boshe ache…

  “kire? Tui eto deri kore eli kenore?”

  “Na… Shob ready kore elam…”

  “Ta, party kothay hocche?”

  “Ta she uporer ek room e...”

  “Kemon party?”

  “Ta gelei tora bujhbi…” bole manager ke bollam

  “Uncle, apni maal pani shob upore pathiye din… Bill ta ami shob pore kore dicchi…” Manager heshe bollo

  “Tahole, ektu boshun… Ami shob pathiye dicchi…” amra thik dosh minute pore gelam…

  Giye dekhi, ma shudhu shari r petticoat pore ache… Amake dekhei bollo

  “Tor kotha moto blouse bra r panty khule felechi…” Ma obbosho amar pechoner 4 jon ke kheyal koreni… Oder kheyal kortei bollo

“Tui bolbi na, shathe kore customer niye eshechish? Asho asho tomra…” bole ma oder bhetore dhukalo… Tarpor amader araam kore khaate boshalo… Ami bollam

  “Ta, magi… Ekhon amio tor customer… Tui chup chap amader shobaike drinks poribeshon kor…”

  Bole abar ma er pacchay ekhana thappor marlam… Ma ebar heshe heshe amader drinks dhalte laglo… Shoeb amar kando karkhana dekhe obaak hoye gelo… Jigesha korlam

  “Kire Shoeb? Orokom mukh gomra kore achish keno?”

  “Na mane… Onake touch korar ki permission amader ache?”

  “Na thakle ki ami or pachay chor mari?” bole arekkhana chor marlam… Shoeb ebar jigesha korlo

“Tahole amra marte parbo?”

  “Obboshoi…” bole ebar Shoeb er haat niye ma er pachar upor rekhe bollam

  “Dekhto magi kichu bole kina?”

  Shoeb ebar ektu shahosh pelo mone hoy… Thash kore ekta chor mere boshlo ma er pachay… ma er pachay chor mere Shoeb pacha haatrate thaklo… Ma hashlo… Bollo

  “Eto taratari shob moja niye nile toh hobe na… Raat toh abhi bhi jawan hai…”

  Shobai hashlo… Du round drink er por, shobai besh ameje… Chele pele shob guloi besh comfortable hoye geche ma er ashe pashe… Ami ebar bollam

  “Ta, ebar chol ektu notun kichu kora jaak…”

  Shantonu bollo

  “Ki?”

  “Dekh tui...” Bole ma ke bollam “ Khanki, ebar tui shuye por…” bole, eba ma er nabhir upor ekta shot glass rakhlam… Rekhe tar bhetor whiskey pure Shantonu ke bollam

  “Dekhi, ke ei glass haat chara shudhu mukh diye khete pare…” Ora ebar hoi hullur kore uthlo… Shantonu ebar egiye giye ma er nabhi theke shot glass niye mukhe pure ek shot mere dilo… Ebar Rohan bollo

  “Amio korbo… Amio korbo…” Ami abaro glass ta fillup kore ma er nabhir upor rakhlam… Rohan o ek chumuke kheye fello… Ebar Shoeb egiye elo… Ami abaro glass bhorti kore dilam… Shoeb ebar shobar moto cheshta korlo… Kintu kichu whiskey glass theke goriye ma er sharite pore gelo… Shoeb bollo

  “O sorry…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Are, sorry hobar kichu nei… Dara, shari jokhon bhijiyei felechish ebar ektu notun kichu try kori…” bole ami sharer acholta khule fellam… R tate, ma er bishal bishal dudher factory jora beriye porlo… Ora toh ota dekhe puro tho… Shoeb bollo

  “Shala 20 bochor dhore 3x dekhchi… Kintu baaper jonme eto boro dudh jora dekhini…”

  “Aaj raat bhor dekhish…”

  “Ekhon ektu chuye dekhte pari?”

  “Eto shohoje diye dile toh moja thaklo na… Cholo ekta game khela jaak…” bole ebar ma duto dudher upor duto shot glass rakhlam… Tarpor, bollam

  “Je, shot glass purota haat chara ek chumuke shesh korte parbe, tar jonno ache special puroshkar…”

  “Ki puroshkar?”

  “Ta, age jite ne… Tarpor nijeirai dekhbi…” Ebar Rajon r Rohan egiye ashlo… Egiye eshe shundor kore haat charai duto shot glass shesh kore diye bollo

  “Ebar puroshkar de…”

  “toder puroshkar toder shamnei khola ache…” oder r tor shoilo na… Ora ebar ma er bishal dudh jorar upor haamle porlo… Dujon du haat diye moydar golar moto tipe tipe ebar dudh chosha shuru korlo… Chushe bollo

  “Bolish ki? Magir ekhono dudh hoy?”

  “Kheye bujhchish na?”

  “She r bolte…” Rajon bole… onno dike, Shantonu bollo

  “Tora r koto khabi… Amadero ektu chance de…”

  “Dara age kheye nei…”

  “Ta amra ki khabo?”

  “Dara todero bebostha korchi…” bole ebar ma er petticoat khana uthiye dilam… Uthatei ma er chokh chokh kora uru prokash pelo… Ebar aro duto glass ma er dui urute rekhe whiskey dhele bollam

  “Je eta shesh korte parbe, tar jonno ache puroshkar…” Ebar Shantonu r Shoeb dujon duto glass try korlo… Shantonu thik e ek bare gile felte parlo… Kintu Shoeber glass ta matite pore gelo… Shantonu ebar bollo

  “Yes! Ebara amar prize ta de!” ami ebar shundor kore ma er pa duto faak kore bollam

  “Ne… Gongar jol boye choleche… Kheye dekh kemon lage…” Shantonuro r tor shoilo na… She ma er gorom clean shave bhoda chata shuru korlo… Shoeb ebar kachu muchu kore bollo

  “Ami ki kichui pabo na?”

  “Tor jonno ache shantona puroshkar… Tui na shob shomoyei bolechish kokhono kono meyeke lipkiss korish ni? Aaj tuijoto iccha lip kiss kor…” Shantonu ebar heshe ma er laal toshtoshe thotjora chosha shuru korlo… Ek dike dujon dudh khela korche… R onno dike, ekjon ma er bhoda chushe dicche… Onno dike, ma er toshtoshe laal lips niye chusche… Ma tokhon puro shorge… Ek haat diye Shantonur matha chepe dhoreche bhodar shathe… R onno haat diye dudher upor arekta matha chepe dhoreche… Kichukhoner moddhei ma jol khoshalo… Shantonur gop gop kore shei jol chushe nilo… Ebar ma bollo

  “Oma… Shobar pant ei toh tabu hoye geche… Ta ogulor service korte hobe na?”

  Bole Ebar ma oder bara gulo ber kore chosha shuru korlo… Oder mukher obostha dekhei bujhlam je etai tader prothom blowjob… Shoeb bollo

  “Magi… Tui ki shob tor mukhei dhalbi, naki chodar chance dibi…” ami heshe ebar ma ke bollam

  “Magi… Duto chosh… R duto dhuka…” Shantonu bollo

  “Ami bhoday dhukbo…”

  “R ami pod e…” bollo Rajon… bole ma ke Rajon er barar upor shuiye dilam… R pod e bara dhuke gelo ma er…. Onno dike, Shantonu ma er bhoday bara dhukate jate… Tokhoni ma bollo

  “Baba, bhoda chudbe… Chudo… Tobe, ek shorte…”

  “Ki?”

  “Condom pore korte hobe…”

  “Keno?”

  “Condom chara korle je baccha hoye jabe…”

  “Tate?”

  “Tomader kaku je tokhon raag korbe…”

  “Tate?”

  “Tahole r amake ekhane ashte dibe na… Tokhon r tomader shathe ebhabe mojao korte parbo na…”

  “Acha thik ache…” bole ebar Shantonu ekta condom ber kore pore ma er bhoday dhukiye dilo… Erpor shuru holo raam chodon… Shantonu r Rajon mile thopash thopash kore ma ke chudte thaklo… R onnodike baki dujon ma er dudh chotkate chotkate nijer bara chushiye nicchilo ma ke diye… Ma er tight pacha r bhoday beshikhon tikte parlo na dujon…. Rajon icche moto ma er pod e maal charlo… R Shantonu condom er bhetor… Ma ebar baki dujon ke bollo

  “Ebar tomra chodo amay…”

  Ebar gondogol bedhe gelo… Shoeb bollo

  “Ami condom porbo na… Ami pod chudbo…”

  Rohan bollo

  “Na… Amar condom pore chodar kono icche nei… Tui condom pore chud…” Pray ekta gondogol bedhe jay dekhe ami bollam

  “Acha, ja toder karo condom porbar dorkar nei…”

  “Mane? Tahole chudbo ki kore?”

  “Tora dujon e magir pod laga…”

  “Asholei? E ki kore shombhob?” Ami ebar ma er dike takiye bollam

  “Magi ne toh duto bara tor pod e…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Aha… Ora keo condom porte chacche na… Ta, eta chara r ki upay?”

  “Kintu…”

  “Tumi ki chao, keo ekjon condom chara tomar bhoda maruk?”

  “na…”

  “Tobe, chup chap poder bhetor duto bara dhukao…”

  Ma r ki bolbe… Baddho magir moto duto bara ekta prothome pod e dhukolo… Rohan bollo

  “Orre ki tight pod re baba… Er moddhe arekta bara dhukbe kemon kore?”

  “Tui khali chup chap dekh ki kore dhoke…” Ma ebar arekta bara pod er mukh set kore bollo

  “baba, ebar de dhukiye raam naam niye…” Shoeb ke r pay k? Barar mukhe thuthu lagiye ma er pod e probesh kore dilo Shoeb…. Tarpor, aste aste dujon chudte laglo ma er pod…

  “Orre baba re… Eto tight pod chudbo ki kore? Maal toh ekhoni khoshe jay…”

  “Aha… Moja kore chod na… Ta, kemon lagche magi?”

  “R kemon lagbe?” ma heshe bole…Oi dike, ora thap er speed bariye diyeche… R tarpor dujon ek shathe ma er pod e maal charlo… Oi dekhe, Shantonu r Rajon er dujoneri abar bara khariye geche… Bollo

  “Ebar amra ek shathe magir pod marbo…”

  Emon shomoy dorjay toka porlo

  “Dhum Dhum! Dhum Dhum!”

  “Tora toder moto moja korte thak… Nishchoi oi bod manager ta esheche…” bole obhoy dilam oder… Orao mohanonde arek round shuru korte jacchilo… Emon shomoy abar dorjay away holo

  “Dhum… Dhum…” Ami besh birokto hoye khullam… R ja dekhlam, tate chokkhu chorok gaach…

  Dekhi 1 jon officer r tar shathe aro 4 jon constable dariye ache… Khultei officer hunkar diye uthlo

  “Gopomn tottho sutre amra khobor peyechi je ekhane obhoidho jouno karjokrom chalano hocche…

Bhetore dhukte din…”

  Amader room ta dotalay… Room er side e bishal bishal janala… security officer er awaj shunei pechon fire dekhi shantonu khola janala diye laaf diyeche… Tar pechon pechon rajon r shoeb o laaf diyeche…

  Ami oi obostha dekhe, shathe shathe dorja lagalam… Edike, onnoder doure palano dekhe, Rahul o janala diye laaf mereche ondhokare… Oi dike, ma gaye kapor jorate laglo… Kintu deri hoye gelo… security officer officer ebar lathi diye dorja bhenge dhuke porlo… Dhuke ma ke ordhonogno obosthate dekhe fello… Office shathe shathe amake pechon muro kore wall er shathe dhakka dilo… Ami bollam

  “Ke apnake khobor diyeche… Ke?” kintu kono uttor paway agei, ami mathar pechone ekta mosto jore bari khelum… R shathe shathe chokhe shorshe ful dekhlam…

  Jokhon gyaan firlo, tokhon dekhi ami ma er kole shuye achi… Mathar pechone ekta bhota betha… Ashe pashe takiye dekhi, ami ekta cell er bhetor… Ma ke jigesha korlam

  “Ki hoyeche ma? Amra kothay?”

  “security officer station er lockup e…”

  “Ki kore ashlam?”

  Ma ebar amay ghotona bollo… Ora amar pithmuro kore dhakka diye wall er shathe rakhtei ami chilliye uthi… Ei dekhe, ekta constable tar rifle er baat diye amar mathay bari mare… Odike, ma kono mote kapor porte lagle, ekta constable ma ke jor kore tar dudh chie dhore… bole

  “Magi, tui ki dudher factory khulechish naki?” Ma kichu bole na… Chup kore kapor shamlate thake… Onnodike, arekta constable eshe sharer upor diyei ma er dudh chipte chipte bole

  “Na, jonme onek magi chudechi, kintu emon magi kokkhono chokheo dekhini… Saar, etake ekhanei lagiye dei?”

  Officer er tokhon matha groom… She bollo

  “Tui ki chaash tor posting ashaam er kono jongol e hok? Chup chap magi r magir bhatar take garite tol... R kheyal korish… Magir gaye jeno kapor chopor thik moto thake… Ja tepar, ta garir moddhei tipish…”

  Ora ebar ma ke ektu rehai dey… Ma ebar konomote blouse r petticoat ta thik moto pore sharer gaye jorate thake… Onnodike, arekta constable tar phone ber kore ma er ordhonogno chobi tulte thake... Ma bole

“Apnara emon oshobbho achoron korchen keno?” Constable ta khichiye othe

  “Khanki hoye shorir bechte parish… Kintu chobi tulle tor gaye lage, magi?” bole ma er pachay bedom jore ek khana chor boshiye dey… Officer bole

  “Shon… Beshi kichu korish na… Pore narinirjaton mamla kore dite pare… Chup chap garite otha…”

  Constable ebar phone rekhe, ma ke tene baire ber kore… R onno dujon constable amake kadhe kore hichriye hichriye ber kore niye ashe… Ene garite tole… Officer ta shamne boshe… R contable shob gulo pechone boshe… Amake ek side e handcuff poriye helan diye shuiye dey ekta constable… R ma amar pashe boshe… Tarpor gari chere dey… Ebar constable ta ma ke bole

  “Ai, tui tor bhatar er shathe eto gheshchish keno? Ektu shore bosh…”

  “Or mathay oto jore marar ki dorkar chilo?”

  “Khanki, tui security officer er upor kotha bolish, shali magi…” bole ma er gale thaash kore ekkhana chor boshiye dey… Ma r ki korbe… Baddho hoye amay chere majhe khane boshe… R boshtei, duto constable ma er du pashe boshe pore… Boshtei tora dujon du side diye mma er bishal bihsla kalo mai joray haat dite tipte thake… Ma bole

  “Eta ki hocche? Ki korchen apnara?”

  “Khanki chup chap moja ne… Toke aaj rate freetei moja dite hobe amader…”

  “Ami kintu apnader naam e case kore dibo…”

  “Khanki beshi kotha bolle kintu tor oi khude bhatar er mathay arekta toka debo rifle diye… Tahole ekke bare oi pare pathiye debo… Tarpor, encounter e naam diye debo or… Khub toh bhalobasha tor bhatarer proti… Chup chap moja de… Nahole, tor bhatarer kopale dukkho ache…” ma r ki korbe? Chup chap haat shoriye nilo… R duto constable blouse khana uthiye icche moto ma er dudh duto dumre muchre moyda golar moto tipte laglo… Tipte tipte dekhlo, dudh ber hoy… bole

  “Are, magir toh dekhi, dudh ber hoy… Eto dekhi paka rajkhanki!”

  “Koi dekhi toh…” bole ekjon ma er bota mukhe pure chushte thake… r tar mukh bhore jay groom dudhe… Onnodike arekjon bole

  “Tor gotor dekhi, amar khariye geche re magi… Amay ektu moja dibi na?” bole ma er mukher shamne tar barakhana dhore… Bole

  “Khanki… Bara chushe maal kheye ne… Dudin toh tor kopale bhaat nei… Ta, maal kheyei pet bhora…” bole ma er mukhe bara bhore dilo… Ma r ki korbe? Chushte laglo… Onnodike, arekjon dudh mduto ekshathe chepe dhore, ma er dudher khaaj e bara pure dilo… bara bhore ghosha shuru korlo… BOllo

  “Shala 3x e koto dekhechi magike emon kore… Shala, bou er dui nei bollei chole, r shala bajarer magider dudhe emon khaaj e hoy na…. Aaj 3x er moja lutbo ami…” bole jore jore dudh er majhe ghoshte thake bara… Oi dike, je mukhe bhoreche bara, she ma er professional choshar kache shohojei haar manlo… Ma er mukh bhorti kore maal charlo… Chere, bara ber kore, ma er gale bara deiyei ekkhana thappor marlo… Oi dike, ma oto fgulo maal gilte himshim khacche… Tar majhei arekjon bara bhore fello ma er mukhe… bollo

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“Amay Jogesher moto ekta first class choshon diye de toh magi…” mao tar ta chushte lagle, o bole

  “Age jogesh er maal gile ne… Tarpor, amar tah chosh... Beshi bheja thakle, moja paoya kothin...” ma o baddho magir moto maal gile fele… Fele, chushte thake bara… Onnodike, je dudher khaje bara ghoshchilo, she bole

  “Ai saala gandu, tui pore chosha… Amar hoye ashche…” bole, oke shoriye bara ma er mukhe purlo… R shathe shathe ma er mukh bhorti kore feda fello… Eto feda, je ma er mmukh theke beye beye porte laglo… Abaro je choshachilo, she bara dhukiye bollo

  “Ebar r kono disturb noy… Ami maal felbo magir mukhe, tarpor, je ja icche magir sahteh koro…”

  “Saala, taratari fel magir mukhe… Station r ek mor porei…” lok ta ei shune, ma er mathay chepe dhorlo tar barar upor… R icche moto chudte laglo ma er mukh… R onnodike, bakira ma er dudh niye jore shore khelte laglo… Keo chimti dilo, keo khamchalo…. Abar keo kapor dilo… R edike, o ma mayer mukhe maal charlo… Cherei bollo

  “Amra station e pouche gechi… Taratari kapor thik kor...” bole, ma ke dhakka diye shriye diye nijera pant porte thaklo… Ma r ki korbe? Tarahuro kore kore blouse r shari thik korlo… Ebar shobia namlo… R amakeo shathe kore namalo… Tarpor, amader dujon ke direct lockup e bhorlo… Er por theke amra ekhanei…

  Ami ebar boli

  “Ta ma, ki kora jay?”

  “Tui buddhi ber kor… Tor buddhitei toh amra ekhane… Koto kore bollam, oi dalaal shashiyeche... Jaoyar dorkar nei… Na, tor tao tor ma er shorir bechte hobe…”

  “Chinta koro na ma… Ami kono ekta poth ber korboi…” bole obhoy dilam ma ke…

  Porer din dupure…

  “Apnar naam bolun…” Officer ta bollo.

  “Naam bolbo keno? R kenoi ba amader jor purbok aatke rakha hoyeche?”

  “Tui naam bol, nahole tor baki haddi gulo bhenge guro korbo… Tokhon thik e naam bolbi…”

  “Suhil… Amader keno aatke rakha hoyeche?”

  “Keno bujhishna? Tui magir dalali korbi r amra ki cheye cheye dekhbo? Magi tor naam ki?”

  “Bina… Apni ki amader Sushil er karone dhore niye eshechen?”

  “Amra kono Sushil Tushil chini na…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Mittha kotha bolchen keno? Sushil chara r keo toh ei kaaj korar kotha na…”

  “Tui amake mitthuk daakchish? Tor eto boro shahosh? Tui janish ami tor ki korte parbo?”

  “Shunun… O shob kore apnar kono labh nei… age bolun Sushil apnake binimoye ki dicche?”

  “Ki dicche mane? Toke ki amar ghushkhor lage naki?”

  “Aha… Ami ta bolini… Ami bolchi, Sushil er shathe apnar ki deal?”

  “Tui shune ki korbi?”

  “Kichukhon age apni chinen ni oke… Ekhon bolchen, shune ki labh… Jai hok… Bolun… Dekhi, apnar aro kichu labh koriye dite pari kina…”

  “Hoddochara… Tui toh onek bookish…”

  “Dada dekhun… Apnar shathe jhogra badhiye amar kono labh nei… Apnaro nei… Ulto amra ek shathe kaaj korle, amaro labh, apnaro labh…”

  “Tui amar ki labh dibi shuni?”

  “Age toh amar jaante hobe, Sushil apnar ki labh dicchilo…”

  “Orokom kichui na…”

  “Aha bolun na…”

  “Kaoke bolbi nah toh?”

  “Are, ami ki nijer paye nije kurol dibo?”

  “Ei 20 Hazar taka…”

  “Purotai peye gecho?”

  “Na… Oddhek peyechi… Baki ordhek pore pabo…”

  “Kisher pore…”

  “Toder Jodi bhoy dekhiye or magi paray pathate pari tahole…”

  “Ta bhalo bhalo… Ekhon dada… Ami joddur Sushil ke chini, she taka poysha niye besh ulto palta kore… Manush ke onek ghuray…”

  “Oki amar shathe o korar shahosh pabe naki ha?”

  “Aha… O jokhon apnar paye pore bolbe, or haat puro khali, tokhon apni mereo or kach theke taka uddhar korte parben na… Kintu, ami ekhon ja offer korbo, tate apnar or theke double labh hobe…”

  “Ki labh shuni?”

  “Amar kache emon ek jinish ache, ja taka diye shob shomoy kena jayna… Kintu tar daam onek…”

  “Ki?”

  “Ei je apnar chokher shamnei…”

  “Tor magir kotha bolchish?”

  “Ha…”

  “Ami eshobe nei… Pore chakri niye tanatani lagbe… 20 niyei khushi thaki…”

  “Aha dada… Apni nishchoi ei post e chakri kore araam pacchen na… Apnar toh promotion dorkar, ki bolen?”

  “Ta dorkar…”

  “Ekhon ami jodi apnar promotion er bebostha kori, tahole toh apnar aro mota onker labh, ki bolen?” Dekhlam, officer ebar ma er dike takiye ache, ebong tar chokh jol jol korche… Bujhlam, ei betake lobh dekhiye karjo uddhar kora jabe… Bollam

  “Dada, dekhun… Apnar shob officer ra toh bibahito… Kintu, ektu moja kei na bhalo bashe… Ta, apnar toh aaj lockup besh khali khali… Apni ek kaaj korun... Apni apnader senior koekta officer ke dakun… Bakita ami dekhe nicchi…”

  “Ta ki korbe shuni?” Officer ekhon amar line e chole esheche bujhlam… Tui theke tumi… Dekhi ki kora jay… Bollam

  “Aha… Ami apnake ekta choto list debo… Shegulo ektu jogar korte parlei holo…”

  “Er por?”

  “Bakita amar upor chere din dada…”

  “Kono shomoshya hobe nah toh?”

  “Naah… Ki hobe?” Officer ebar lafate lafate chole jay…

  Shedin Raat doshta…

  Kotha theke jani ekta purono sofa ana hoyeche… Shei sofay senior officer ra bosheche… Motmaat tara 4 jon… Shobar mukhei cigarette… R haate glass… Oder moddhe je shob cheye senior, boyosh hobe 50 er kachakachi, she totokhone mod e maatal… Bollo

  “Kire saalara! Bou phone dicche toh…. Bari firte hobe… Khali khali dakli naki amay…” officer ta ektu kachumachu kore bollo

  “Ei toh shob ready sir… Just apnader furtir jonne ekta bebostha korlam r ki…”

  “Taratari kor…”

  Oi dike, Ami r Ma onno room e… Ma bollo

  “Ami eta ki kore korbo? Tao ei boyoshe?”

  “Aha ma… Tomar je gotor tatei kaaj hoye jabe… Ekhon ja bolechi, ta korte parbe toh?”

  “Cheshta korte pari…”

  “Bhalo kore mone ache toh ki plan? Ami bakita ready kore felechi… Tumi shudhu tomar part korte parley holo…”

  “Acha, thik ache…” ma bollo. Oi dike, dorjay toka porlo… Constable ekta dorjay toka diye bollo

  “Tora ki raat kabar korbi naki okhane? Boro babu chillachen…”

  “Ma cholo… Ja paro koro…” Er por, ami room theke beriye bollam

  “Sir… Apander jonno amader ei choto onushthan…”

  “Baje na boke, onushthan shuru kor...” Ami giye music charlam… Loudspeaker e baajte laglo

  “Shaader Lau, banailo more boiragi…” R shathe shathe ma er probesh ghotlo R tate, officer shob gulo mukh ha hoye gelo…

  Hobei na keno? Ma ke dekhte puro item bomb er moto lagchilo… Chiki miki laal ronger ekjora blouse petticoat gaye… Blouse khana du size choto… Pechone khali… Shudhu suto diye badha… Niche kono bra nei… Ma er bishal bishal dudher tanki ekdom thikre beriye jete chacche… R petticoat o laal… Jholmole… Petticoat ma er hatu shomaan.. R pora hoyeche navir du angul niche… Komore rupor chain… R paye nupur… Golay ma er regular mongolsutro, ja ma er dudher upor lafache… R haat e shakha… Kopale tip r shidur…

  Ma gaan er tale tale bishal bishal dudher factory duliye dhuklo… R duto paka peper moto paccha duto nariye nariye gaan er tale tale nachte laglo…

  Ed dike, speaker e bajche “Shaader lou banailo more boiragi…” r ma taar bishal bishal dudh jora haat e niye tipte tipte ek officer er mukhe ghoshte laglo…

  Onno officer ra toh obaak… Ta ha kore cheye roilo ma er dike… Onnodike, je ma er dudher ghoshani kacche, she ekebare shorge…

  “laauer aaka khailam doga go khailam” doga? Doga khaowanor jonne, ebar ma er ghure ma er bishal pacha tule dhorlo… R sofay bosha arekta officer er mukhe paccha ghoshe dilo… Sheo ekebare shorge… Onnodike, pasher officer ta ma er petticoat er tole takalo… Takiye bollo

  “Are, magir toh niche kichui nei…” Ma ebar naachte naachte heshe bollo

  “Tora ki rakhte dibi je rakhbo?”

  “laau diye banailam dugdugi ,ami laau diye banailam dugdugi” Ma ebar or kole boshlo du pa choriye… Boshe or mukh chepe dhorlo ma er bishal dudher factory te… Gaan er taale taale ekbar mukh chare, arekbar mukh chare…

  “Laauer eto modhur jane go jadu, eto modhur go.....” Ma ebar pashertar kole bolshe bollo

  “Ne ebar modhu kha…” bole, haater kache je brandyr botolta pelo, ta oi loker mukhe pure dilo… Pure dhok dhok kore khaiye dilo… Oi loko tokhon mojay mojay oi botoler pray ordhek shesh kore diyeche...

  “Laauer eto modhur jane go jadu…laau dhorelam shongir shongi…” ma ebar uthe giye je officer amader arrest koreche, tar ga geche nachte laglo, r or mukhe oi botol pure dilo… Oi officer r ki korbe? Sheo dhok dhok kore kichu kheye fello… Edike, ami constable der hateo glas horti kore diye diyechi mod… Ora bollo

  “Sir raag korbe…”

  “Are, sir er gushti kilai… Aaj rate shudhui furti…”

  Orao tokhon ameje… Tader borobabura maal kheye taal r tarai ba baad jabe keno? Bole tarao dhok dhok kore modh kheye uthlo…

  “Ami Goya gelam…

kaashi go gelam…

shonge nai mor boishnobi…

hay re! shonge nai mor boishnobi…”

Ma ebar arekjon er kole bosheche mujrar naach dicche… Ami pechon theke giye ma er blouse khana tene chire dilam… R beriye porlo ma er bishal bishal dudher factory… Ami shundor kore ebar ma er dud her factory ek ekta eke k officer er mukhe pure dilam… O ra to tho… Ki korbe bujhe na… Oi dike dekhlam, amader officer r tar boro babu puro mataal… Ma oder bhaloi khaiyeche… Oi dike, onno constable gulo aro dhele dhele nijerai kheye niche…

  Ta, ek dike ma gaan er tale tale oder dudh khaiye jacche… Pasher officer bollo

  “Ami ki kichui pabo na?”

  “Apnakeo rosh dicchi ami bollam…”

  “laauer aaka khailam doga go khailam

aaka khailam doga go khailam

laau diye banailam dugdugi

ami laau diye banailam dugdugi

Shadher laau banailo more boiragi

Ho! Shadher laau banailo more boiragi...”

  Oder boirage banabar ashay ami ebar ma ke uthiye table er upore shiuye dilam… Tarpor ek officer ke tene niye giye ma er bodhar kache boshalam… R ma er pa tar kadhe rakhlam… Er por, ma er bhupor diye mod dhalte dhalte bollam

  “Ne, tui ebar gonga jol kha…” Officer tokhon ameje… Sheo ma er bhoda chatte chatte mod khete laglo… Ebhabe ami oddhek botol shesh korlam… She dekhi tao khaoyar jonno moriya… Kintu tar chokh dekhe bujhlam, tar obostha nai er kacha kachi… Onnodike, baki je duto officer ekhono thik ache, tader dujon ke ma er dudher du side e boshiye mukhe dudh pure ebar dudher upor mod dhalte laglam… Ora ha kore mod gilte laglo… R dudh khete thaklo… Ebhabe botol duto shesh korlam… Orao dhok dhok kore shesh korlo…

  Onnodike, je shob cheye senior officer, she ebar chechiye bollo

  “Orai ki khali moja korbe nakire gandu? Ami shobar borobabu… shob gulor gushti kilai…” ma ebar uthe giye mukhe mod purlo… Pure, lip kiss korte korte oke khaiye dite laglo… Ebhabe tin char dhok khayanor por o ekebare nei… Dhum kore matite pore gelo… Constable rai taal… Tara tader borobabu pore jaoya dekhe shobgulo tolte tolte doure borobabuke dhorlo… R Edike ami ma ke bollam

  “Ma , ekhoni shomoy… Dourao…”

  “Kintu amar gaye kono kapor nei…” Ami pashe thaka ekta orna tule ma ke diye bollam

  “Etai gaye diye doure cholo, ora amader dhorar age…”

  Ma r ki korbe? Otai kono moto dudher upor pechiye amar pechon pechon dour… Emon dour dilam amra dujon je ek doure main rastay… Dekhi, ekta truck… Truck take amra haat nariye thamanor cheshta korlam… Kintu truck daralo na…. Ami bollam

  “Ma, eto rate toh ora thambe na… Oi dike security officer station er lokera Jodi ter pay, tobe ora amader dhore niye abaro gorode purbe…”

  “Ekhon ki kora jay…”

  “Idea ekta peyechi…” bole idea ta ma ke bollam. Ma bollo

  “R konoi ki idea nei?”

  “Aha… Er theke bhalo idea r nei ekhon…”

  “Tor mathay khali amar shorir bebohar kore ki kore bacha jay, shei buddhi…”

  “Tomar ja shorir, ta bebohar korata bhul kichu?” oi dike, dur theke arekta truck er alo dekhlam ami. Bollam

  “Ma eshob niye pore kotha bolbone… Tomake ja korte bolechi koro…”

  Ma r ki korbe… Baddho hoye ornate khule fello… Tarpor, shudhu petticoat pore, ornate mathar upor uriye rastar majhe lafate laglo… Je truck ashchilo, she ma ke dekhei slow kore fello… Korei, trucker bhetor theke ek sardaji bollo

  “Main kya sapna dekh raha hoon?” Ami ebar side theke eshe bollam

  “Nehi sardarji… Yeh sapna nehi hain… Saab asli hain… Hum bohot bara mushkil main hoon… humko bachaye…”

  “Apko bachane se mereko kya milega…”

“Ekbaar help karo… Phir dekhlo…”

  “Acha, ao gari me…” bole amader driver er pasher seat e boshiye dilo… R sardarji gari chere dilo…

  Pray du ghonta por, amader barir shamne namiye dilo sardarji… Gari theke namar por sardarji bollo

  “Aap phir koi musibaat mein ho, mere call karna…” Ma bollo

  “Ha ha… Jate, iccha moto pod marte pare abar…” Ami bollam

  “Aha… Ebhabe bolena ma… AMader ghor bipod e uni eto boro ekta shahajjo korlo…”

  “Binimoye toh tor ma er dudh duto ke puro moydar gola moto tipeche… Tipeche bolle bhul hobe… Dhongsho bolle bhalo hobe… Pod er kotha toh baad e dilam…”

  “Aha ma kichu pete hole kichu dite hoy… R ta chara, noren da korle shetar jonno tumi norendar ke ulto tumi khushi how… R oi lokta korle dosh?”

  “Noren toh bhalobeshe kore… Oi lok toh shudhu mojar jonno kore…” amra r kotha barabar agei baba beriye ashlo… Chintito golay bollo

  “Tora kothay chili? Toder phone off… toder kono khoj khobor nei…”

  “Baba dakat dhorechilo…”

  “Toder khali daakat dhore keno... R tor ma khali ekta orna r petticoat pore ache keno?”

  “Jole bhije giyechilo… Ei kapor e khali churi korte perechi…”

  “Mane?”

  “She ek lomba kahini… Ekhon amra ki ghore dhukte parbo?”

  Baba ebar shore daray… Ma direct tar bedroom e chole jay… R ami amartay doure jai…

  Porer din… Bikaal pachta… Baba r Ma TV dekhchilo… Ami ghore dhuke ma er pashe boshlam… Baba jigesha korlo

  “Ta, toder sex therapist er kache jawa shesh hoyeche naki aro session ache…”

  Ami kichu bolar agei Ma bole

  “Shesh hok r na hok, ami r jacchi na…” ami r ki bolbo? Ami shundor kore ekta mai maxi theke ber kore ene bollam

  “Na… R jaya lagbe na…” ma bollo

  “Korchish ta ki?” Baba bollo

  “Noren nei toh bashay?”

  “Na. Bazar e geche…” Baba ebar amay bole

  “De toh mukhe pure… Onek din araam kore dudh khai ne…” Ma shavi savitri shaje… Bole

  “Barir kaajer lok Jodi eshe pore?” ami uttore boli

  “Keno? Nijer bou er dudh ki khete baron naki? Lagle prodhaan montrir shamne khabe… Ete shomoshya kisher?” Baba bole

  “ha… Ami amar bou er dudh jokhon icche khabo… Ete karo baron ache naki?” tarpor abar amay bollo

  “Noren jane toh ei shob bepare?”

  “Nah... Tobe ma er dike kemon kemon kore jani takay…” ma ebar amay chimti kate… Ami heshe boli

  “Tobe, oke dosh diye labh ki? Barite emon sexy ekta mohila hete beray, dudh duto eliye… Noren ke dosh diye labh ki?”

  “Noren chokhra ta ashole khub bhalo… Ami tar bhetore kharap kichui dekhini… Tar upor, memshaheb memshaheb bolte puroi pagol…Puro bhokto ekta… R khub jotno ney tor ma er…” Ami heshe boli

  “Tomar shamne jotota na ney, tumi bari na thakle aro beshi ney…” Ma abaro chimti kate… Baba bole

  “Ki kore?” Ma ebar heshe bole

  “Oi, ghorer kaaj karbar kore dey… Bazar tazar kore dey…” Ami boli

  “Bichana ghuchiye dey… Jotno kore begun r shosha fridge e dhukiye dey…” ma ebar amar kaan dhore bole

  “Joto olukhune kotha shob… Hago, ebar charo… Ranna korte hobe…”

  “Aha… Noren ashle tarpor koro… Ekhon ektu pet bhore dudh kheye nei…”

  “Pore kheyo… Rattir bela… Ekhon ranna korte hobe…”

  “Chele dudh khete chaile ek paye dariye… r ami khete chaile tomar joto kaaj er kotha mone pore…”

  “Chelei toh nije dudh khabar jonne du du bar pet badhiyeche amar… Ta cheleke khawabo na toh tomake khawabo?”

  “Chele toh r amar permission chara pet badhay na…”

  “Age ma er pet fuliye ney, tarpor dudh khabar lobh dekhiye tomar raji koray… Ei tar permission…” ami heshe boli

  “Koi? Babar kach thekei toh ami permission niye rekhechi, tomar pet fulobar… Babai toh permission diyeche, jotobar icche tomar pet folate… tai na baba?”

  “Aha… Ami diyechi bote… Kintu ektar por ekta ashte thakle toh mushkil… Ektu bhebe chinte kaaj korish…”

  Emon shomoy bell bajlo… Ma uthe daralo… Bollo

  “Noren esheche… Ebar ranna korte jai…” bole ma er bishal pacha khana duliye ranna ghorer dike egolo… Noren dao bazaar niye ranna ghore dhulo… Tarpor, drawing room e uki diye amake r baba ke golpo korte dekhe, ma ke pechon theke joriye dhorlo… Ma bollo

  “Aha, ebhabe noy Noren… Tomar shaheb dekhe felbe toh…”

  “Shaheb oi room e golpo korche… Eto taratari ashbe na… Ekhon ektu dudh khete din… Boro teshta peyeche…”

  “Na noren… Tomar shaheb, jokhon tokhon eshe porbe… Ektu por chade giye khaiye dicchi…”

  “Totokhone Jodi shesh hoye jay?”

  “Aha… Tomar shaheb khete cheyechilo… Take olpo khaiyechi… Afterall, amar bacchar babar jonno amar maiye dudh thakbe na, eta ki hoy?” Noren khushi hoye ma er gale ekta chumu khae… Ma bole

  “Ebar chupti kore kaaj shuru koro… Joto taratari ranna shesh korbe, toto taratari memshaheb er dudh khete parbe bolchi…” bole noren er mathay haat buliye ma kaaj shuru kore…

  Kichudin porer ghotona… Baba office er kaaj e du diner jonno kolkatar baire… Tai, shobhaabtoi ma er gaye ekta tukro kapor o nei… Shudhu ache mongol shutro, shakha shidur… R ma sofay boshe ekta TV te programme dekhche… Ami giye ma er pashe boshlam…

  “Ki koro ma?”

  “TV te ekta onushtan dekhchilam…”

  “Tomar gaye kono kapor nei bujhlam… Kintu pod er tolay towel keno?”

  “Noren ei matro amar pod e du dubar maal chereche…”

  “O kothay?”

  “Amar room e bichanay shuye bechara ghumocche…”

  Emon shomoy, TV te uposthapika bollo “Apnader ghor jodi thik moto shajate hoy, tahole obboshoi, ek jinish dorkar… Priyojonder chobi dewale…” Ma ebar amay bollo

  “Dekhto… Onek din e hoye gelo, kintu ghor ghuchano hoy ni…”

  “Tumi toh sharadin e bashay thako… Shajao tahole…”

  “Ghore thaklei toh r hoy na… Nijer toh ektu shomoy lage… Tui ba Noren ghore thakle toh chude chude amar shomoy shesh korish… R tor baba thakle toh tor babar sheba jotno korte korte shomoy chole jay… Ta chara, tora je duto jonmo diyechish, odero toh kheyal rakhte hoy…”

  “Ta, ki kore shajate chao ma?”

  “Oije, uposthapika bollo, ghore priyojonder chobi tangiye…. Chobi je tangabo, chobi tolari toh lok nei…”

  “Acha, amie lok niye ashbo…”

  “Tui jakei anish, take diyei toh make chodate besto thakish… Emon kaoke aan, je koekta chobi tule jete parbe… Lagle chobi tola shesh tor ma ke chodash…”

  Ami tokhon e mathay buddhi khele jay… Ami Soumyodip ke phone lagai… She camera niye khub obhiggo… Tar kon mama naki ke ache film line e… She porashonar fake fake tader film e kaaj kore… Ta chara, she camera niye khubi obhiggo… Ta nijer DSLR o ache… Tai, take phone diye bollam

  “Kire, kemon achish?”

  “Eito… Tui kemon achish?”

  “Achi r ki… Bondhu tor ekta help lagbe…”

  “Kisher help bol… Tui ja bolbi, ami tai korte raji… Afterall, tui jebhabe amar assignment ta kore dili, she kotha kokhono bhulte parbo na… Tui na thakle ami sure fail kortam… Ekhon ki kore tor rin shodh korte hobe bol bondhu…”

  “Ache… Upay ache… Tui chupchap, tor camera ta niye amar bari chole ashbi… Kaoke kichu bolar dorkar nei…”

  “Tui ja bolish, tai korbo… Ami ashchi tahole…”

  Kichukhon por, bell bajlo… Ma birokoto hoye bollo

  “Ish… Abar ekhon ke elo… Abaro kapor porte hobe…” bole, Gaye towel ta pechiye dorjar halka faak kore jigesha korlo

  “Ke?”

  “Ami Soumyodip…”

  “Kon Soumyodip? Kake chai?”

  “Suhil er bondhu…”

  “Acha… Darao…” bole ma dorja faak kore dekhe Soumyodip dariye ache… 27 bochorer chele… Halka krishnoboron… Mathay lomba lomba chul… Soumyodip ma ke dekhe ha kore takiyache…

  Ami totokhone niche nemechi… Bollam

  “Tui tahole eshechish… Porichoy koriye dei… Ini hocchen amar ma… R ma, eta hocche Soumyodip… “Soumyodip bhanga golay bollo

  “Nomoshkar…” Mao hashe… Bole

  “Nomoshkar… Asho bosho…” Bole oke dhukte dilo… Soumyodip tajjob bone jay… Tar bondhur ma shudhu towel pore ghore ache… Towel chara kopale tip, shidur r golay mongolshutro… R paye nupur… E chara r kichui nei… R towel ta poreche ek size choto… Bishal bishal dudh jora jeno chire beriye jabe towel theke… R onnodike, towel ta shudhu kono mote ma er uru chuyeche… Keo Jodi ektu upur hoye takay, tobe ma er clean shave bhoda khana dekhte parbe shacchonde… R ma ektu nichu holei ma er dhamra toshtoshe pachakahana beriye porbe towel theke… Ei obosthatei tar bondhur ma ghure beracche… R tar eta niye kono chintai niye… R tar bondhuro temon kono chinte nei je tar ma shudhu towel pore bashay ache…

  “Tui ha kore dariye achish keno? Eshe bosh…” Soumyodip er ebar hush fere… She ebar eshe amar pashe boshe… R ma amay bole

  “Ami upore gelam…”

  “Aha, kothay jaccho? Asho age kotha bole jao…”

  “Ami ki kotha bolbo? Tui tor friender shathe golpo kor…”

“Aha, edike asho…” mma ebar eshe amar pashe boshlo… Boshar shathe shathe ek poloker jonno ma er clean shaved bhoda drisshomaan holo… Ma shathe shathe pa duto lagiye boshlo…

  “Ma, ei hocche tomar photographer… Tumi eke diyei tomar chobi gulo tule nite paro…”

  “O accha… Ta, baba tumi chobi tulte paro?”

  “Ha… Ami onek workshope kaaj korechi… Plus, onek onushthaneo chobi tulechi…”

  “Tahole, toh tumi tomar kakimar chobi thik moto tulte parbe, parbe na?”

  “Ha… Ha… Obboshoi…” Soumyodip mone mone ma ke shudhu towel e bhibhonno ongobhongimay tokhoni chobi tulte laglo…

  “Tobe, ektai shomoshya… Tomar kaku nei bari…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Tate, ki hoyeche? Amra bashay achi toh… Baccha debar shomoy babake laglo na… R koekta chobi tulbe, ete babake lagbe?” Soumyodip ha kore takiye thaklo… Ma bollo

  “Ta obbosho thik… Tor baba kobe phere thik nei… Ami jai tahole ready hoye ashi…” bole ma ebar uthe dariye tar bishal towel abrito paccha khana duliye duliye upore chole gelo… Kichukhon por, ma sheje guje niche namlo… Dekhi, shathe Norenda… Norendar porone pant shirt… Soumyodip bollo

  “Kakima bolchilo kaku bole bashay nei…”

  “Aha… Ota kaku noy… Ota holo Noren da…”

  “Noren da abar ke?”

  “Amader barite kaaj kore…” Soumyodip ha kore takiye thaklo… Norenda kea mi jigesha korlam

  “Ki go Norenda, kobe banale eshob?” Ma heshe bollo

  “R bolish na… Noren er special kichu nei porar jonno… Tai tor babar ta dilam porte…” Ami heshe aste aste bollam

  “Bou share kore… Ta, kapor share korle khoti ki?” Soumyodip bojhe na… Ma shudhu hashe… Oi dike, Ma Choto dutokeo ready kore eneche… Soumyodip bollo

  “Tahole, ami ki bhabe photoshoot ta shuru korbo?”

  “Age, amar tin cheleke niye ekta chobi tule nei…” Baccha ektake kole nilo Ma. R borota ma er pashe daralo… Ami ebar ma er pechone giye joriye dhorlam… Ma er thik dudher kache… Ma bollo

  “Chobi tolar shomoyo tor dhorte hobe…”

  “Aha ma… Eta photoshoot ta shundor korar jonno…” Soumyodip ha kore takiye ache… Ami bollam

  “Kire, ha kore takiye ahchish keno? Chobi tul…” O r ki korbe? Pot pot koekta chobi tullo… Ami ebar mayer pashe dariye ma er gale kiss korte korte bollam

  “Ei pose e koekta tol…” Soumodip ektu obaak holo…Kintu potapot tar camera chollo...

  Noren da ebar bollo

  “Ami koekta chobi tulbo na?”

  “Ha… Ha…” Soumyodip bollo. Noren da ebar ma er pashe dariye komore haat dilo… Soumyodipke ma bollo

  “Nao ebar chobi tolo…”Soumyodip potapot koekta tullo. Noren da ebar amay nokol kore ma er gale kiss korte thaklo… Noren da bollo

  “Dada, ebar ei pose e ekta tolo…” Soumyodip tajjob bone jay… Bole

  “Noren da… Ei pose e chobi na tullei bhalo hoy…” Ma jigesha kore

  “Keno? Kharap lagche?”

  “Na… Mane ektu odbhut lagche…”

  “Odbhut er kichui nei…” Soumyo r ki korbe… Pot pot chobi tullo…

Ma ebar confused ki bhabe photosession agabe... Ma bollo

  “Ebar ki bhabe chobi tulbo bolo?”

  “Kakima… beparta hocche, prottek ta photoshoot er ekta theme thake… Tar upor, ami puro chemistry ta bujhchi …”

  “Ami ghor shajabar jonne koekta chobi tulbo… R amader kono family photo album nei…”

  “Oh acha… Ta, family photo session e toh ek father figure lage…”

  “Father figure mane?”

  “Mane kaku ke lagto…”

  “Tomar kaku toh bari nei…” Noren da ebar bollo

  “Amake diye hobe na?” Soumyo heshe bollo

  “Dada, tumi toh ei barir kaajer lok…” Noren da bollo

  “Memshaheb er shathe rate ghumate pari, r eta korte parbo na?” Ma ebar heshe bollo

  “Tomar kaku toh barite thake na bollei chole… Ta, Noren ke diyei tar shob kaaj shere nei… Tai, Noren kei father figure baniye chobi gulo tolo… Taholei hobe…” Noren da khushi hoye jay… Soumyo ektu tajjob bone jay… Bole,

  “Tahole, apnara shobai ekshathe daran… Kakima, kjonke ke kolenin… R Noren da apni arekjon ke kolenin… R Suhil tui shobar pechone dara…” Ma r Noren da ektu dure dariyeche bole, Norenda ebar ma er komore dhore tene niye ashlo kache… Soumyo ha kore takiye ache… Ma bollo

  “Ki hoyeche Soumyo? Chobi tulbe nah?”

  Soumyo potapot chobi tullo… Er por Soumyo aro koekta family chobi tullo… Ebar Soumyo bollo

  “Tahole family session shesh…” Ma bollo

  “Eto taratari?”

  “Na… Kaku thakle, aro koekta tulte…”

  “Ki tulte?”

  “Ektu romantic kaydar chobi…”

  “Ta, tulbe na keno?”

  “Kake niye tulbo? Kaku toh nei…”

  “Noren ke diye hobe na?”

  “Hobe na keno? Kintu kaku eshe ki bolbe?”

  “Tomar kaku toh baritei thake na… Thakle ki Noren ke father figure banate hoy?”

  “Acha tahole, ek kaaj korun… Noren da, apni sofay boshun… R kakima, apni Noren da kole boshun…”

  Ebar ma noren da koler upor boshe porlo... Ma ebar bollo

  “Hoyeche?”

  “Hoyeche kakima… kintu kichu bepar missing…”

  “Ki bepar baba?”

  “Dhorun… Kaku thakle, beparta ektu romantic kora jeto…”

  “Kemon kore?”

  “Dhorun,kaku apnake ektu ador korto…” Noren da ebar bollo

  “Amio toh ador korte pari…” bole, ebar ma er mukh tene niye lipkiss kore dilo… Soummyo ha kore takiye thaklo… Noren da ebar bollo

  “Hoyechilo romantic?” Soumyo ki bolbe? She bhanga golay bollo

  “ha… ha… abar ektu korun… shoti gulo neoya hoyni…”

  Noren da abar lipkiss korte thaklo… R soumyo ebar chobi gulo tule fello… Er por ma bollo

  “R ki ki pose kora jay?”

  “Apnara dujon uthe daran… Ebar kakima, apni norenda dike fire daran…”

  Ma ebar pitkhana camerar dike diye daralo… R tar bishal pachakhana ebar camerar dike firlo… Soumyo ebar bollo

  “Norenda, ebar kakimar pechone haat diye daran…” Noren da ebar sharer upor diyei ma er pachar upor haat diye bulate laglo… Tarpor, du haat diye ma er bishal bishal duto pepe uchiye dhore bollo

  “Ebar hobe?”

  “Mane, ami shudhu komore haat cheyechilam…” Ami bollam

  “Aha, etao kharap lagche na…Etao tol…”

  Er por, Soumyo bollo…

  “Kakima, ebar cholun, ektu onno jaygay chobi tuli…”

  “Kothay tulbe?”

  “Chade koekta chobi tuli…”

  “Cholo tahole…” bole amra shobai chade gelam… Ebar soumyo amader railing er side e dara koralo… Emon shomoy ma batashe ma er sareer achol ta khule porlo… R blouse e bhora duto bishal bishal dud her tanki prokassho holo… Blouse khana chire jeno ekhoni beriye ashbe… Ma achol ta uthate jacchilo…. Ami bollam

  “Aha, ota orokomi thakuk… Ei bhabe koekta chobi tuluk na...” Ma bollo

  “Dhur oshobbho… Ebhabe keo chobi tule naki?”

  “Ma… Please… Ebhabe tomay onek shundor lage… Ki bolo Noren da?”

  “Ha memshaheb… Ebhabei bhalo lagche…” ma r ki bolbe? Oi dike Soumyo chobi gulo tule fello… Ami ebar ma er pechone dariye ma er bishal bishal dudh jora ojon korar mote koro dhore bollam

  “Soumyo, ei pose e koekta chobi tol…”

  “Char char…” ma bollo… Kintu ke shone kar kotha? Ami tipte laglam… R Soumyo chobi tule jete laglo… Ta ami ebar ma ke bollam

  “Ma… Sareer achol ta toh matite pore moyla hocche… Ta ota thik koro…” Ma achol ta uthate jacchilo… Ami bollam

  “Ebhabe na… Ebhabe…” bole sareer achol ta taan te laglam… R ma er sareer ta khule gelo… Ma ebar buke haat diye bollo

  “Eta ki korli?”

  “ma tomar sareeta jeno moyla na hoy shei bebosta ta korlam… Ki bolo Noren da?”

  “ha… choto babu… besh korecho…” Soumyo ke ebar bollam

  “Amader tin jonke niye koekta chobi tol…”

  Ma amader majhe daralo… Shudhu blouse r petticoat e… blouse er upor bishal dudher khaaj… R petticoat poreche navir niche… Soumyo oi obosthatei koekta chobi tullo… Er por, Soumyo bollo

  “Kakima railing er dhar gheshe dariye baire takan… Ami koekta chobi tuli…”

  Ma tai korlo… R tate, ma er bishal bishal pacha amader dike firlo… R oi dike batashe aste aste ma er petticoat urte laglo… Ta, batasher jonno Soumyo wait korte laglo… Ami bollam

  “Kire,Soumyo? Chobi tulchish na keno?”

  “Na… Petticoat urche…”

  “Aha… Ebhabei koekta tol na…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Aha… Tol e na…” Soumyo r ki bolbe? She shundor kore chobi gulo tulte laglo… R haway ure ure ma er petticoat er tolay ma er uru r pacha halka halka dekha jacche… bojha jacche, ma petticoat er tolay laal panty poreche… Ami bollam

  “Ma, niche ota ki porecho?”

  “Ki beyadoper moto proshno korchish?”

  “Aha… Laal panty ta na ektu odbhut lagche… Ki bolish Soumyo?” Soumyo ektu obaak hoye takiye roilo, ki bolbe bhebe pelo na… Ami bollam

  “Ta, Soumyo, beparta ektu thik kora uchit noyki?”

  “Na… Mane Ha…”

  “Tahole dara, thik kore dicchi…” bole, ami petticoater fit eta dhore taan dilam… R tate, petticoat ta niche pore gelo… Ebar ma er bishal paka paka peper moto bishal bishal pachajugol khana dheke rakhlo ek khana laal panty… Laal fin fine panty… Ma bollo

  “Prothome saree chara chobi tulte holo… Ekhon ki petticoat charai tulte hobe?”

  “Keno ebhabe ki kharap lagche tulte?”

  “Tora ki amar chobi tolar jonno eshechish, naki amar pachar chobir jonno eshechish?”

  “Tomar pachao toh tomar shondorjer ongsho, tai na bolo? Ta, Soumyo, tui ki ha kore takiye takiye dekhbi, naki chobi tulbi?” Soumyo ebar mukh bondho kore pot pot chobi tulte laglo… Ami ebar bollam

  “Soumyo, ei panty tay na ma er pacha thik moto fute uthche na, ki bolish?”

  “Ta thik…”

  “Tahole, niche chol… Dekhi, mananshoi kichu pai kina…”

  Niche jabo… Emon shomoy, kheyal korlam, ekta side e ekta khola shishi pore ache… Pore kheyal kore dekhi, ota modhur shishi… Ami ma ke jigesha korlam

  “Ma, ota ki?”

  “R bolish na… Goto rate, Noren r ami ekta film dekhchilam…”

  “Mane, ami chole jabar pore?”

  “Ha…”

  “Tumi na bolle, tumi khub tired, tai ghumiye porbe?”

  “Tora amay sharadin jebhabe rakhish, tate tired hobo na toh ki hobo bol? Tachara, Noren amar shathe ektu eka eka shomoy katate cheyechilo…”

  “Noren da je ki eka eka shomoy katiyeche, ta amar bhalo kore jana ache…” Noren da jiv ber kore bollo

  “Ami obhabe bolini babu… Ami just bolechilum, je memsahibke onekdin joriye dhore ghumai na…”

  “Ta modhur shishi diye ki korle?”

  “Chobite dekhalo je, mohilar gayer upor modhu dhele dhele khacche hero… Norenero khub shokh holo, she hero shajhbe… Ta, she bollo

  “Memshaheb, apnar gaye ami modhu mekhe khabo…” Ami bollam

  “Aha, Noren, ki jaata ta bolcho? R shobdo shunle Suhil jege uthbe…”

  “Tahole cholun na chade… Shekhane araam kore khabo…”

“Kintu amader bacchaguloke ebhabe rekhe…”

  “Aha, ora toh ghumiyei ache… R ora bujhbe… Oder baba ektu ma er shathe dushtumi korbe na toh kar shathe korbe?” bole, amay besh jor korei chade niye ashe Noren… Tarpor ki hoyeche tat oh bujhtei parchish…”

  “Tahole amio oi obosthar koekta chobi tulbo...” Ami ebar modhu dhalte gelam. Noren da bollo

  “Dada, modhu dhalar age blouse ta khule nile bhalo hoy na? Blouse khana noshto hoye jabe…”

  “Thik bolecho Norenda… Khule felo…” Soumyo ebar jigesha korlo

  “Kakima, apni ki niche bra porechen?” Ma hashe… bole

  “Na baba… Amar je dudher size, tate bra paoya mushkil… Tao, ja chilo, Suhil r Noren mile shob hariyeche nahole chireche… Keno baba?”

  “Na, tahole, kaku raag korte paren na?”

  “Aha, baba bari nei… Tai, shob dayitto amar… Tumi kholo toh Norenda…”

  Norenda hashimukhey ebar blouse ta khulte thake… Ma bole

  “Aste Noren… Shedin kar moto ei blouse tao chirbe naki? Ebhabe blouse chirle toh amay blouse charai elakai ghure berate hobe…”

  “Apni obhabe ghure beralei toh elaka bashi khushi hoy…” EMon shomoy Soumyo bollo

  “Keno kakima, shedin ki hoyechilo?”

  “R bolbe nah… Shedin shokale tomar kaku office e jabe… Tai, breakfast banacchi… Emon shomoy ke jani pechon theke eshe amay joriye dhorlo… Bhablam hoyto Suhil… bollam, char baba… tor babar jonno breakfast banate de… Fire dekhi Noren… Bollam, Charo shona… Tomar shaheb jekono shomoy niche nambe… Noren bollo gotoraat theke onek koshte testa nibaron kore rekhechi… ekhon khetei hobe amar… ami bollam, kintu tomar shaheb Jodi eshe dekhe je tar bou barir kaajer loktake dudh khaoyacche, tokhon kelenkari hoye jabe… Noren bole, shaheb er ghore duto joroj diye ghure beracchi… R dudh khete giye dhora porbo? Bole, taan diye amar blouse er shamner hook gulo chire, dudh chosha shuru korlo… Ami r ki korbo? Oke joriye dhore dudh khawate laglam… Emon shomoy shirite awaj pelam amra… R Noren tokhon kitchen theke bho dour diye beriye gelo… ami blouse thik korte giye dekhi, je blouse er hook shob chera… Ami ki korbo bujhar agei, dekhi tomar kaku dhuk kitchene… Dhukei bollo amar breakfast ready korecho bina? Er por amar obostha dekhe heshe bollo, ta bhaloi toh ready korecho dekhi… bole, amar mai chosha shuru korlo… Chakor je mai chete pute chushe chapte dour dilo, shei dudhe abar araam kore chushte laglo tomar kaku… Ektur jonno shedin dhora porini…”

  “Ki bolen, kakima, noren da apnar dudh khay?” Soumyo jigesha korlo… Ma heshe bollo

  “Khay na abar… Prottek din ekbar tar pet bhore dudh na khele rate ghuamte parena…”

  Ami ebar mayer gaye modhu dhala shuru korlam… Mayer dudher upor modhu dhallam… Dhalar por bollam

  “Etar ekta chobi tol…”

  Bishal bishal dudh jora… Tar majhe kalo kalo bota… Modhur shorshe, shegulo puro khara… Shei khara botar upore ami moddhe dhalte laglam, tup tup kore… R mayer puro ga shiure uthlo… Khali ek khana laal panty pore komore haat diye pose dite thaklo, r top top kore soumyo chobi tulte laglo… Er por, ami jibbha ber kore, bota chatte laglam… Soumyo ke bollam

  “Tui thik moto tulchish toh? Amar mukh ta thik moto focus kore tulish…”

  “Toke focus korbo ki kore? Ami bota focus kortei besto…” Edike, arekta dudh ebar Noren da chata shuru korlo… Bollo

  “Gotoraate emni emni chetechi… Ebar ogulor koekta chobi hoye jaak…” Soumyo odike topatop chobi tullo… Er por, amra dujon chosha shuru korlam… Emni mayer dudh besh mishit… Tar shathe modhu mishiye aro shad bere gelo… Ma ke ebar Soumyo bollo

  “Kakima, besh bhalo ekta pose… Apni ebar oder dujon ke ador kore dudh khawan… Oder mathay haat buliye din…” Ma ebar amader mathay haat buliye dite thaklo, r amra khete thaklam… Er por, Ma bollo

  “Chol ebar niche jai… Thanda lagche…”

“Aha darao… Poder upor koekta chobi tulte hobe na?” bole ebar ma ke ghuralam… Ghuriye pod er du pashe modhu dhallam… Er por jibh diye chatte thaklam… R Soumyo chobi tullo… Bollo,

  “Besh bhalo bhalo koekta shot utheche re…” Edike, Noren da bollo

  “Accha, gotoraate pod er futor dhele khabar chance paini… Aaj hoye gele kemon hoy?”

  Ami heshe ebar mayer panty ta namiye fellam… Ekhon mayer gaye shudhu shakha sidur r paye mayer pencil hills… Lal panty ta matite pore hills er upor pore thaklo… R amra poder futo faak kore, poder khaje modhu dhallam… Modhu aste aste beye beye niche porlo… Ami chatbar agei, noren da jib diye chaatte chaatte bollo

  “Dadababu, memshaheb er pod chatar ekta chobi tulun na please…”

  Soumyo etokhon puro ha korechilo… Ebar hush gyaan firlo… Topatop koekta chobi tule fello… Ta chobi tola shes hole Soumyo bollo

  “Kakima, onek type eri toh chobi holo… shob cheye bhalo hoto koekta natural chobi tola gele…”

  “Natural bolte?”

  “Dhorun, apni barite ja ja koren…”

  “Thik bujhlam na… Dhorun, apni ekhon ja pore achen, tate mone hocche, apni barite shudhu blouse r panty pore thakte pochondo koren…”

  “Blouse r Panty? Tomar kaku thakle, ghore kichu kapor chopor porte pari… Ta chara, Suhil amake porte dei na…”

  “Joto dosh, amar keno? Noren dao toh kore…”

  “Tui e toh Noren ke shahosh diyechish… Utshaho diyechish…”

  “Ta, natural chobir bishoy ja bolchilam… apni ektu barite koekta kaaj kaarbar korte parben? Tahole, shegulor koekta chobi tultam… Natural look ta petam r ki…”

  “Acha, thik ache tahole cholo niche jai… Amar emneo ekhane khub thanda lagche…”

ma ebar nichu hoye panty ta porte jacchilo, ami bollam,

  “Thak ota dao ma… Ota pore tomar kono kaaj nei…” Ma r ki korbe, amar hatei ota shopardo korlo…

Mayer bishal pacha duliye duliye ma niche naamlo… R pechon pechon amra naamlam… Soumyor chokh ma er bishal lod lod e pachar dike… Amaro je chokh jacchilo na, emon ta noy…

  Ebar amra mayer pechon pechon niche naamlam… Ma ke ebar Soumyo bollo

  “Ta, shokale uthe prothome apni ki koren?”

  “Shokale ek ekdin ek ek shomoy bichana theke chara pai… Kintu uthei, age shobar jonno breakfast banai…”

  “Ki breakfast?”

  “Paoya ruti r khir…”

  “Khir? Tahole, dudh wala ashe nishchoi?”

  “Age ashto… EKhon r ashen a…”

  “Tahole?”

  “Noren prottek shokale amay doyay…”

  “Doyay mane?”

  “Gabhike jemon dudhwala doyay, temon kore Noren amay doyay…”

  “Bolen ki?”

  “Ha…” Ami bollam

  “Ma, o hoyto biswas korche na… Oke dekhale bhalo hoy… R koekta fine chobio hoye gelo… Ki bolish?” Soumyo ha kore takiye ache… Totokhone, Noren da gaamla niye haajir… Ma ke hatu gere boshiye, mayer maiyamay doyay…”

  “Doyay mane?”

  “Gabhike jemon dudhwala doyay, temon kore Noren amay doyay…”

  “Bolen ki?”

  “Ha…” Ami bollam

  “Ma, o hoyto biswas korche na… Oke dekhale bhalo hoy… R koekta fine chobio hoye gelo… Ki bolish?” Soumyo ha kore takiye ache… Totokhone, Noren da gaamla niye haajir… Ma ke hatu gere boshiye, mayer maiyer bota duto chip chipe dudh ber kore gaamlay felte laglo… Soumyo haa kore takiye thaklo… Ami bollam

  “Ki holo, chobi tulbi na?” Soumyo tokhon potapot chobi tulte laglo… Er por, doyano hole, Noren da ma ke chere dilo… Ebar Soumyo bolen,

  “Er por ki koren?”

  “Ei dudh diye khir banai…”

  “Tahole ektu ranna kore dekhan…”

  Ma ebar chulo jalalo… Soumyo jigesha korlo

  “Kakima, apni kichu pore ranna korben na?”

  “Ki pore ranna korbo?”

  “Na, mane puro ulongo hoyei ki ranna ta koren?”

  “R ki bhabe thakbo?”

  “Thik bujhlam na… Dhorun, apni ekhon ja pore achen, tate mone hocche, apni barite shudhu blouse r panty pore thakte pochondo koren…”

  “Blouse r Panty? Tomar kaku thakle, ghore kichu kapor chopor porte pari… Ta chara, Suhil amake porte dei na…”

  “Joto dosh, amar keno? Noren dao toh kore…”

  “Tui e toh Noren ke shahosh diyechish… Utshaho diyechish…”

  “Jai hok… Jehetu ekta photosession cholche, Noren da mayer jonno kichu kapor niye asho toh…” Ma obaak hoye bollo

  “Ki bolchish tui? Tui amay kapor porte dicchish? Aaj kon dike surjo utheche?” Ami ebar heshe pocket theke panty ta ber kore diye bollam

  “Nao, eta pore nao… R complain korbe na, ami tomay kapor porte dei na…”

  Ma r ki korbe? Panty ta pore fello… R edike, Soumyo chobi tulte laglo… Ami bollam

  “Soumyo, shotti bolte ki, ma jokhon ranna kore, tokhon panty ta ashole pacha dhake na… Ota thake onno jaygay?”

  “Kothay?” Ami ebar panty ta niche namiye hatur kache niye ashlam. Bollam

  “Hoyki, mayer poder futo chatte eto moja je ma jokhon ranna kore, tokhon amra lobh shamlate pari na… Amader eta korte hoy… Bole, ami abaro poder futo chatte laglam… Edike, Noren da, bollo

  “Oi shomoytate jehetu poder futo niye choto shaheb busy, ami memsahib er dudh niyei khela kori…” bole noren da Mayer dudh chusthe thaklo… Ma edike, chokh bondho kore bollo

  “Tora ota ki korchish? Dudh lege jabe toh?”

  “Shomoshya nei, dudh er eto boro ekta tanki ache amader… Ek gamla dudh pure gele ki shomoshya? Arek gamla duiye nebo….”

  Dudh niye khela hoye gele, Soumyo ebar bole,

  “Kakima, ranna-r koekta drissho toh holo… Kintu rannar shoronjam er koekta drissho toh holo… Koekta shobji niye ashun… Shegulo prepare korchen, shei pose e chobi tuli…”

  “Acha, thik ache… Noren, jao toh… Koekta shobji niye asho…”

  Noren da toh Noren da… Michki shoytan ekta… Shobji bolte niye ashlo Begun Shosha r Gajor… Amaro mathay dushto buddhi khele gelo… Soumyo bollo

  “Egulo chara r kono shobji chilo na Norenda?”

  “Baki gulo toh memshaheb er shathei ache…”

  “Mane?”

  “Eto bishal bishal paaka pepe shamne jhulche r pechone boro duto tosh tosh mishit kumro ache… Tao dekhte parcho na dadababu?”

  Soumyo haslo… Ma ebar ogulo dhuye bollo

  “Noren, shona ebar tumi churi r chopping board ta niye asho…” Ami ebar bollam

  “Ota anbar dorkar nei dada… Onno bhabe aaj egulo prepare korbo ami…”

  “Ki kore Baba?”

  “Ma tumi khabar table er upor uthe bosho…”

  “”Uthe boshle?”

  “Age bosho dekhi…”

  Ma chup chap uthe boshlo… Ami begun ta haate niye bollam,

  “Ma, ota ektu chushe dao toh…”

  “Chushe debo mane?”

  “Na, ektu mukhe bhoro toh…”

  “Kaccha shobji mukhe bhorbo keno?”

  “Je karone tumi kacha sausage mukhe bhoro, shei eki karone mukhe bhoro…”

  Ma ebar baddho meyer moto ota mukhe bhorlo… Puro deepthroat korlo… Oi lomba kalo beguner bota chara r purotai mayer mukher bhetore… Ami Soumyo ke bollam

  “Tui bokar moto dariye thakish na… Chobi tulte thakbi…” Soumyo amar nirdesh shune potapot chobi tulte laglo…

  Ami ebar ota bota dhore ber kore, mayer paata faak korlam… Kore, ebar shei lalay bheja begun ta mayer gud er mukhe set korlam.. Ma bollo

  “Oh ki korchish?”

  “Aha… Dekhoi na ki kori?” bole aste aste begunta mayer bhoday probesh koralam… Ma arame chokh bondo kore fello… Ebar aste aste begun ta abar ber korlam… Ma odike chorom aramer guhay… Er por, abaro ek dhakkay ekebare bota porjonto probesh koriye dilam… Ma nijei ebar amar haat dhore fello… Bollo

  “Suhil okhane bhorle, pore begun ta hariye jabe… Bota ta baire rakh…” Ami hashlam… Egolu etokhon dhore potapot kore Soumyo tulchilo… Tar puro mathai noshto… Jigesha korlo,

  “Ebar shosha r gajor diye ki korbi?”

  “Toke, ekta magic trick dekhabo… Tui ektu chokh ta bondho kor…” ami ebar amar kaaj korlam... Ma badha debar cheshta korlo… Bollo

  “Chi ota kore nah baba… Tui na bhalo… Eta korte hoy na…”

  “Tumio chup chap chokh bondho kore rakho… R moja nao…”

  “Betha korbe toh…”

  “Halkar bethar porei toh aram… Ebar chup chap thako…”

  “Aatke gele?”

  “Otar shathe ja ja kora hoyeche, tate aro onek kichui aatbe or bhetore…”

  Ma r ki korbe, amar kotha moto chokh bondho kore shob shojjho korlo…

  “SOumyo tor chokh khul…” SOumyo Jokhon chokh khullo tokhon dekhe, Ma hatur upor char paye boshe ache… R tar bishal bishal tosh toshe pod khana uchu hoye ache… Ami bollam,

  “Chotobelay magic show dekhechish na, jekhane magician montro bole harano jinish bahir kore?”

  “Ha…”

  “Amio shei magic shikhechi… Amar shathe bol

  Jontor Montor Tontor doom ek…

Magir poder jadu dekh….”

  Soumyo amar shathe bollo

  “ Jontor Montor Tontor doom ek…

Magir poder jadu dekh….”

  R ami mayer pachay jore ekhana chapor marlam… Martei, Ma aste aste poder futor mukhe ki jani ekta shobuj shobuj jinish dekha jete laglo… Soumyo obaak hoye thakleo, potapot chobi tultei thaklo… Odike, Ma bollo

  “Eta kintu thik hocche na Suhil… Khub kharap hocche ma…”

  “Aha, tumi ekta velki dekhate dibe na ma? Tumi tomar pod niye kom velki dekhiyecho naki? Ekhon velki ta bhalo kore dekhao…” bole ami begun niye khela shuru korlam… Ekdike, gud khela arekdike pod khela peye mayer chokh bondho hoye gelo… Edike ma aste aste jinishta ber kore niye ashlo…

  Ekta 8’’ bishal shosha mayer pod theke ber holo… Aste aste ota ber hoye matite pore gelo… Soumyo potapot chobi tullo…

  Soumyo ebar bollo

  “Jaak bhaloi velki baaji holo…”

  “Are ekhanei toh shesh na…”

  “Mane? Aro ache?”

  “Ha… Obboshoi… Tobe ekhane na… Drawing room e chol…”

  Ma ebar minoti kore bollo

  “Eta kintu ekebarei thik hocche na Suhil… Ota ber kor… Bhetore kemon kemon korche…”

  “Aha ma ber korchi… Kintu tar age cholo…” bole, ma ke niye drawing room e ashlam… Drawing room e Subir r chotota cartoon dekhchilo… Chotota sofar pashe dolay boshe boshe khelche… R Subir cartoon dekhche… Amra shobai drawing room e dhooklam… Amra shobai jamakapor pore. Shudhu mayeri gaye ek tukro shuto nei… Shuto na thakleo ki hobe? Shakha shidur r mongolshutro thik e golay jhulche… Oi obosthate Subir er kono brukkhokhep nei… Jeno ma ulongo hoye sharabari ghure berabe r etai norlam.

  Ami bollam

  “Subir dada, tumi ektu shore bosho…”

  “Keno dadababa?”

  “Ekta magic dekhabo…”

  “Ki magic?”

  “Asho… Ma, tumi tomar position niye nao…”

  “Suhil eta kintu khub kharap hocche…”

“Aha ma dekhoi na chup chap…”

  Ami ebar Subir ke bollam

  “Dada, mayer pachar bhetor na ekta jinish lukiye ache… Ota ber koro…”

  “Ota ber korbo ki kore dadababa?”

  “Tumi tomar chotto haatta mayer pachar bhetor dhukiye dekho toh pao kina…”

  “Acha…” Oi dike ma bollo

  “Suhil, eta kintu ekebarei thik hocche na…”

  “Ma, tomar shubidhar jonno, ami Subir ke bollam… Or haat ta choto… Nahole ami nijei ber kortam…” Ma r kichu bolar agei, Subir haat dhukiye diyeche, mayer pachar bhetor… Tar chotto chotto haat ta shohojei dhuke geche mayer pod er bhetore… Mao mejho cheler haater choyay chokh bonmdho kore feleche…

  “Dadababa, khub tight toh... Haat bhetore dhukate koshto hocche….”

“Ma… Pachata ektu relax korona… Cheletar koshto hocche…” bole mayer pachay ekta birashi shikkar chapor marlam… Martei, mayer pachata aro gape hoye gelo… Edike, Subir er haat ordhek dhuke geche…

  “Dadababa, pacchi na toh…”

  “Arektu bhetore dhuko baba… Pabe obboshoi… R ma, tumi oke help korcho na keno? Cheleta khuje pacche na…”

  Ma chokh bondho kore push korte laglo… Subir hotat kore chilliye uthlo,

  “Peyechi dada baba… Peyechi dadababa!”

  “Ha baba… Ota ber kore ano…” bole mayer pachay arekta chapor marlam… R Subir aste aste haatta ber kore niye ashlo… Tar haate, shei gajor ta…

  “Toder hoyeche na amay niye khela?”

  “Aha... Tumi barite ki ki koro, shetar chobi tulte chaichilo Soumyo… Tai, amra ektu dekhalam r ki…”

  “Ta bole, oi kaaj korbi tora?”

  “Aha… Shobji dekhe lobh shamlate parlam na…”

  “amar gud theke begun ta ber korbe ke?”

  “Aha darao na… Ekhono toh ashol room e jaoya baki…”

  “Konta?”

  “Cholo, upore babar bedroom e cholo…”

  Ma er pechon pechon ma babar bedroom e gelaam… Soumyo room ta dekhe besh obaak…

  Bichana londo vondo… Bichanar char pashe kapor chopor pore ache… Bichanar majhe bishal ekta ongsho bheja... Koekside e, prochur used condom pore ache… R bichanay tel er dibba… Ma room e dhuke bollo

  “Kichu mone korona baba… Room ta ektu londo bhondo…”

  “Kakur nishchoi kaal rate ghum hoyni…”

  “Na… Tomar kaku ke toh phone er upor bhalo kore ghum pariye dilam…”

  “Phone er upore….” Soumyo confused… Edike, ma bichana guchano shuru korlo… Shuru kortei ekta sando r dhuti norendar haate diye bollo

  “Noren, ogulo tomar kaporer shathe okhane rakho…” Noren da ebar drawer khule ogulo rekhe dilo… Soumyo jigesha korlo

  “Ami bhebechilam, etate apni r kaku ghumon…” Ma heshe bole

  “Tomar kaku keokdin er jonno kolkatar baire geche toh… Tai, Noren koekdiner jonno ei room e shift koreche…” Ma ebar ekta boxer uthiye bollo

  “Eta abar tomar dhoya kaporer shathe rekho na… Ota moyla kaporer shathe rakho… Ami bhalo kore dhuye debo…”

  “Kakima, apni Norendar ta dhuye den keno?”

  “Na, ami or jangiya thik moto dhuye dei… jate, okhane kono rokom chulkoni n ahoy… Bujhoi toh, amar shathe rate ghumay… Chulkoni hole toh mushkil…” Ma bichana guchiye feleche...

  Ami bollam,

  “Tam, jei karone ami tomay niche niye eshechilam… Ta dudh pod dutotei jokhon modhu niye khela holo, tokhon gud hole shomoshya ki?”

  “Torao parish… Kintu begun shoho?”

  Ebar ami ma ke bichanay fele, pa khana faak kore, ebar begun ta aste aste ber kore anlaam… R tate mayer bhoda ta bishal faaka hoye thaklo… Puro gud roshe toitumbur… Ami bollam

  “Besh toh… R bhoda ta faak korte holo na…” Ebar mayer guder ontorale modhu dhele dilam… R ma chokh bondho korlo arame… Mayer gud diye modhu r mayer rosher nodi boye jete laglo… R ami chata shuru korlam… Ebar r Soumyo ke kichui bolte holo na… Soumyo potapot chobi tulte laglo... R amio guder shei bonna chete chete khete laglam… Khete khete mayer guder jol khoshiye dilam… R ma anonde amar mukh chepe dhorlo guder shathe… Amio mojay mojay gud chete khelam… Khaoya shesh, tokhoni Soumyo bollo

  “Dhut amar battery shesh…” Ma haaf chere bollo

  “Thaak… Aaj thak…”

  Du din por. Soumyo barir shamnei dariye. Pocket e shedin kaar tola chobi. Ta, dorjay knock korbe, emon shomoy, dekhlo ekta lokke Ma dorjar pechone dariye, shudhu mukh khana ber kore, biday dicche… Mayer mathay ghomta…

  “Hoye geche na shodh shob?”

  “Na… Ekhono hoyni… Noren boleche proti hazar e ekbar.7 hazar e 7 bar hobar kotha. Aajke niye 6 bar… Porer shoptahe arek baar holei Noren er dena shodh…”

  “Acha… Dupur er timei esho… Nahole abar Suhil er baba bari thake…”

  “Thik ache magi… Tor pod khana ready rakhish kintu…” bole lokta haata dile…Etokhon Soumyo ektu dure dariye dariye dekhchilo… Ebar kache eshe bollo

  “Kakima…”

  “Are Soumyo… Ki khobor tomar?”

  “Eito cholche… Ta, Suhil ki ghore?”

  “Na… Oto geche ek bondhur bari… Firte firte deri hobe…”

  “Ami eshechilam, chobi gulo ferot debar jonne…” Emon shomoy bhetor theke daak elo…

  “Memshaheeeeb…. R kotokhon!” Ma ebar heshe bollo

  “Soumyo… Asho amar shathe… Bhetore kotha boli…”

  Etokhon Soumyo baire dariye kotha bolchilo… R ma, dorjar pechon theke matha ber kotha bolchilo… Soumyo ebar bhetore dhuktei pile chomke gelo… Mayer mathay ghomta… Ekta dupatta diye Ma ghorer lokkhi boutir moto ghomta diye rekheche… Kintu dupatta ta shudhu gola porjonto nemeche… R tar niche?

  Prothomei biyer shomoye deoya mongolshutro… Haat e shakha… komore last anniversary te babar deoya rupar komorband… R daan paye matching, kora rupor nupur… Eta chara, shorir e r ekta fotao shuto nei…

  R tate, prokkasho dibaloke, Mayer bishal bishal dabka mai duto jhulche… Mai bhroti achor er daag… Jeno keo oi duto niye wrestling koreche… Oi dike, abaro shona gelo

  “Memshaheeeb…. Amar kintu uthe gelam…..” Ei shune, dudher dike ek mone takano Soumyor hush firlo… Ma bollo

  “Asho, amar shathe upore asho…” bole, Ma ebar honhoniye shiri beye upore babar bedroom er dike gelo… Jete jete Soumyor ebar chokh porlo, bishal bishal je duto jambura dulche mayer pechone… Shei lod lode pacha duto, puro laal hoye ache… Bojhai jacche, keo icche moto chaabke laal koreche… R ta chara, uru beye boye jacche nodi… Kisher nodi, ta bolai bahullo….

  Room e dhukei Soumyo tho… Bhebechilo, hoyto Noren kono ekta kaaj e dakche… Ki kaaj, ebar tar r bujhte baki roilo na… Noren, tar bishal akhamba bara ta niye shuye ache bichanay.

  R er por, ja ghotlo, tate Soumyor chokh chana bara hoye gelo… Thik Soumyor dike fire, reverse position e, ubu hoye boshe porlo ma, r tate norendar kalo bara ta probesh korlo, mayer pod Mohole… Jekhane, Soumyo janto je Bangali meyera pod e bara dhokay na, shekhane tar matritullo kakima, tar bondhur ma, barir kaajer loker barata chomotkar bhabe nijer pachar khaje lukiye felechen…

  Noren da jigesha korlo

  “Oi Motku ki chole geche naki?”

  “Ha... Boleche porer shoptahe eshe baki ek hazar er moja eshe niye jabe…”

  “Betar kach theke abar dhar nebar shomoy hoyeche…” heshe bollo Norenda…

  “Noren, r dhar dena korona… Kobe je tomar shaheb thaka obosthay hana dey ora…”

  “Aha… apni ektu beriye oder mukhe apnar bishal bishal dudh duto ghoshe dilei oder taka usul hoye jabe…”

  “Ki je bolo na Noren… Ta, Soumyo, hotat ki mone kore?” Ebar ma Soumyo ke jigesha korlo…

  “Na kakima… Ei apnar chobi gulo dite ashlam r ki…” bole chobi gulo ber korlo… Ma, oi obosthatei chodon khete khete ogulo haate niye bollo

  “Aah… Ummm… Aste Noren… Dekhcho na, ami amader chobi gulo dekhchi… Mmm… Besh bhalo esheche… Mmm… Ei chobita badhay kore drawing room e tangabo…” bole side e ekta chobi rakhlo… Chobite, Ma er komore Noren da haat diye dariye ache… Ek kole Subir… R Noren dar kole Sushil… Soumyo ei obosthay khaap khawate parchilo na… Bollo

  “Ta, kakima, ami jai tahole…”

Emon shomoy Noren da bollo

  “Aha dada… Jaccho koi? Memsaab ke chudchi, ei pose e koekta chobi toh tulbe…”

  “Dada, chobi ki r free te free te dile chole… Suhil ekta shahajjo korechilo… Tai diyechi…”

  “Amio tomay ekta shahajjo korbo, ja tumi jibon bhor mone rakhbe… Ekhon age tulo… Tarpor, tomay ami shahajjo korchi…” Ma bole uthlo….

  “Chi… Egulo diye ki korbe go?”

  “Na, memsaab… Gramer bondhura apnake khub miss korchilo… Ora apnar koekta chobi cheyechilo…”

  “Ta, egulor moddhe theke pathao…”

  “Egulo toh amar ma ke pathabo… Ma buro manush… Cheler ektu bhodro chobi chay… R ekhon jegulo tulbo, shegulo pathabo amar oi char bondhuke… Ora bohu din apnake duchokh bhore dekhena…”

  “Shesh bar du chokh bhore toh shudhu dekheni, du haat bhore kheyechilo…” heshe bollo ma…

  Edike, Soumyo professional photographer er moto ektar por ekta shot niyei choleche bhibhinno angle theke… R oi stylei Noren da mayer gaand faak korei rekheche… Oi dike, ekbar mayer bishal jhola dudh, nahole arekbar jol khoshano bheja guder ek ekta chobi tulei jete laglo Soumyo… Ebar, Noren da ma ke dhore side e shuye dilo… R er por, mayer pa ta faak kore, pod e bhore dilo… Erpor, mayer bishal bishal dudh duto khamche dhore, abaro raam choda… Soumyo khali majhe majhe bole uthte laglo

  “Norenda, ebar ektu koshiye… Ha… Ebhabe…” R click click kore chobi tule jete laglo… Ma ebar bollo

  “Darao Noren… Ami, dupatta ta khule nei…”

  “Keno?”

  “Ta na hole, ami thakur ghore pujo debo ki kore?” Soumyo ebar jigesha korlo

  “Keno? Shari diye diben… R , r ki kono dupatta nei apnar?”

  “Na… Amar shob kapor toh Noren lock korei rekheche… Tomar kaku ashar dosh minute age chabi ta pai… Ekhon ektu darao…”

  Bole ma tar shorire oboshishto kaportao khule fello… Felei bollo

  “Aha… Amar shidur ta toh muche geche… Noren, ektu shidur lagiye dao toh...”

  “Keno kakima?”

  “Aha… Noren er bondhu ra dekbe na? Tara dekhe ki mone korbe? Emni chul tul thik nei, tar upor tader boudi shidur porteo bhule jay? Ta chara, thakur paap debena, bolo?” Noren da ebar bollo

  “Dicchi… Apni totokhone amar barata chushe din…” Bole, Noren da khate boshe pasher table theke mayer shidur er kouta ber korte laglo… Oi dike, shoddo pod e ghure asha baratake shojotne mukhe pure chushte laglo ma… Noren da oi dike, shidur poriye diyeche… Hotat Noren da bollo

  “Uff… Ki jani chulkolo pachay…” bole Noren da chulkote gelo… Tokhon Ma bollo

  “Noren, tomar nokh onek boro hoyeche… Oi nokh diye chulkale chile jabe… Dao, ami bebostha korchi…” bole ma noren da ke ghuriye ebar norendar pachata mukher kache niye ashlo… Erpor, libh ber kore, Noren dar pachar chete dite laglo… baal bhorti pachay ma jibba diye chete dite laglo. Bollo

  “Ebar bhalo lagche?”

  “Ha, memsaab… Arektu daan side e…”

  “Ebar?”

“Mm… Ha…”

  “Moja niccho, nao… Kintu Suhil ke bolbe na jeno… O onekbar cheyechilo…. Dei ni… Ami khali tomar jonno pachata chete dicchi…”

  “Mmm….” Soumyo oi dike, dariye nei… potapot chobi tulei jacche… Ma ke ebar shuye, pa khana faak kore, noren da ebar bollo

  “Memsaab… Onekdin apnar gud ta chudi na…”

  “Tahole, condom niye asho…”

  “Na, emni emni, onek din chudi na…”

  “Kintu, ami toh dudher jonno r pills khete pari na… R condom chara korle je poyati hoye jabar bhoy thake…”

  “Hole shomoshya ki?”

  “Ei toh koekdin agei ekta dile… Ekhon toh dudh ache… Dudh abar short porle, arekta diyo… Tokhon aar tomar shaheb raag korbe na… moter upor, gud maal diye bhoriye rakhar dayitto toh tomar… Tomar shaheb er kaaj shegulor khoroch pati debar…”

  “Plz, memsaab? Ami khali chobi tolar jonno du char thap debo… Tarporei ber kore ene pod e bhorbo… Bondhuder dekhate hobe na je ami ekhono memsaaber gud sontushto rakhchi?”

  “Acha thik ache… Abar bhetore maal dhelona jeno… dhalle kintu tomar shaheb khub raag korbe…”

  “Dhonnobaad….” bole noren da ebar pochat kore mayer upor gudmohole prosh ghotalo… Jei gud Mohole, shamiro condom chara dhoka baron, shekhane barir kaajer chemra duto request kore mayer urbor grihe probesh ghotalo… Du char thap dite laglo… R Soumyo chobi tule jete laglo…

  “Noren, hoyeche toh, du char thap… Ekhon ber koro…”

  “Arektu memsaab… Onekdin ei moja nei na…”

  “Jodi maal bhetore pore jay?”

  “Na… Porbe na…”

  Bole noren da chodar speed bariye dilo…

  “Ei Noren ki korcho? Pore jabe toh bhetore…”

  “R ektu memsaab… R ektu… Oi camera man… Ready thak… Ready thak… Ready thak….” Bole ebar noren da bara ta ber korlo bara theke, r lafiye mayer mukher shamne dhorlo barata. R thok thoke maal mayer mukher upor dhallo… Ma ebar mukh theke angul diye maal niye chete chete khete khete bollo

“Thnks Noren… Bhaggish, tumi bhetore feloni… love u noren, love u…” Oi dike, puro drissho ta, Soumyo camerar shahajje tule feleche… Bhaggish, professional photographer. Nahole, eto shundor money shot dhorte parto na she.

  Ebar cameraman, khud actor hote chailo

  “Dada, amar shahajjo ta?” Noren da ebar bollo

  “O ha…” bole, drawer khule duto condom niye Soumyor haate diye bollo

  “Ei nao saab… Gud e dhukte license lagbe… R pod e chalate kono license nei…” Cameraman Soumyo ebar bollo

  “Na, ami gari age mukhe chalan korbo… Tarpor, onno kotha…” bole, Noren da r haate camera diye bollo

  “Dada, ekhon apni cameraman. R Ami ami actor…” bole, mayer mukhe bhore dilo tar bara… R mao, ek khana magi bote… Prothome, Noren er rin shodh korbar jonno ektake podmara khelo icche moto… Er por, noren er haat lanchito hoyeo tar shokh meteni… Soumyor barata puro deepthroat korlo… Bechara Soumyo…

  Etokhon dhore, khichti dekhe, barar agay jol… R oi dike, professional render mukhe pore chele r thakte parlo na… Maal out korlo mayer golay… R mao besh dokhotar shathe ta goladhokoron korlo…

  “Bah… amar bikaler khabar ta hoye gelo…” Soumyor tokhono bara 90 degree te dariye… Ebar condom ta pore fello

  “Kakima, ebar apnar gud ta lagai?” Ma heshe bollo

  “Eta abar jigesh korbar kotha?” bole Soumyo ke joriye dhorlo… R SOumyor bara probesh korlo Binar gude… 21 bochorer jowan cheler bondhur haate ebar shombhranto bangali ghorer grihobodhu chodon khete laglo… Bhaggish, Shamir kotha chinta kore, condom ta porei kaaj sharche, cheler bondhu…

  Ebhabe Soumyor thap thap thap, r Noren er click click click chollo thik raat 8 ta porjonto…

  Baba fire ashbe r ektu por, tai, Soumyo ke biday nite holo….

  “Amar chobi gulo jeno thik moto pai… Je porimaan chodon diyecho tumi, keok copy hoya chai…”

  “Koek copyr bill pore eshe niye niboni…” bole Soumyo beriye gelo… R Noren r Ma snaan korte dhuklo…

  Baba jokhon bari firlo… Tokhon, deyale onek gulo chobi ete geche… Kintu prothomei dhuke jei chobi ta babar chokhe porlo, sheta holo, besh boro kore badhano….

  Tar chele r noren dujon tar bouke niye chad er upor dariye ache… Baba khub bhalo laglo… Barir kaajer lok r Chele tar bou er khub bhalo kheyal rakhche… Jodi janto, tokhoni tader dujoner haat tar bou er poder upor…

  Du tin din porer ghotona. Ei koekdin dine, besh kichu hoye geche. Jemon, ei koekdin Soumyo chilo regular visitor. Prottek ta din, dorjar baire dariye thakto, babar oppekhay. Apnara hoyto obaak hocchen, babar jonno tar eto goroj keno…

Karon, baba ke jei beriye jete dekhto cheleta, omni onnoside diye barite dhuke mayer dudh er upor jhaap ditto… Jedin soumyo r noren da mile ma ke bhog korlo, shedin phone diye bollo

“Kakima, kaal shokale kintu ami eshe dudh khabo…”

  “She r emon ki? Chole esho tomar kaku office e gele…”

  Jei kotha shei kaaj. Baba jei ma er gale chumu kheye bollo

  “Ami gelaam… Nijer kheyal rekho…” bole gelo, r omni Soumyo mone mone bollo

  “Kaku, apni office e jaan… Ami kakimar kheyal rakhchi…”

  Bole baba chokher araal hotei Soumyo pechoner dorja diye bhetore dhuklo… Dhuke dekhe, Ma Subir ke breakfast khawacche… Soumyo bollo

  “Kakima, amar dudh?”

  “Ei je nao…” Bole table theke ek glass dudh tule dilo… Soumyo heshe bollo

  “Ei dudh kheye toh amar poshabe na… Ami eshechi gabhi duiye dudh khete…”

  “Ta, tumi ki amar mai tipe dudh khete chaccho?”

  “Ha…”

  “Kintu, aaj toh beshi dudh nei… Shokale Suhil ekta khub chushe kheyeche… R gotoraate, jol khabar jonno jokhon ektu niche namlam, tokhon Noren tuk kore du chumuk khelo… Ekhon buke ja ache, ta diye chototar pet bhorate hobe…”

  “Kakima, apnar eto bishal dudh… R eto kom dudh hocche?”

  “Aha… Baccha diyeche, ek bochor hoyeche… R koto dudh hobe?”

  “Kintu ami toh gotoratei bole rekhechi, aaj shokale apnar dudh khabo…”

  “Ami toh r bujhini je mai chushe chushe khabe tumi…”

  “Sheta toh r amar dosh na… Ekhon ami jani na, kintu mai er dudh ami chai…”

  “Jehetu amari bhul hoyeche r jehetu glass er dudh tao amar buker, chototake fider e kore oitai khaiye debo… Ekhon baba ektu shobur koro… Subir ke khaiye nei…”

  “Kintu kakima, ami toh gotoraat theke kichui khai ni… Apnader dudh khabo, ei ashay…”

  “Eto korei jokhon bolcho… Tobe, Subir… Baba, tumi nije nije khete parbe na? Make ektu dada take dudh khawate hobe…” Subir hashlo… Heshe bollo

  “Acha thik ache ma… Tumi dada ke khawao… Ami kheye nicchi…”

  Ma ebar Subir ke chumu kheye bollo

  “Ma sofa te ache… Tumi kheye chole esho…” bole ma Soumyo ke niye sofay gelo… Jawar age obbosho, mayer porone je maxi ta chilo, sheta matite pore gelo... R Soumyo mayer pachar duluni dekhte dekhte sofay gelo… Shekhane giyei ma boshe porlo… R er por, mayer bishal bishal mai niye ki holo, ta asha kori shobai bujhtei parchen… Jotokhon dudh chilo, totokhon rehay pai ni, duto botar ektao… Chushe khamche kamriye joto shukh nite pereche niyeche Soumyo… Ma boleche

  “Aste baba… Tomar kaku raat e eshe toh amar buk niye khelbe… Tokhon Jodi kono daag dekhe?”

  “Aha… Bolben, chotto babu ta diyeche…”

  Ma hashe… heshe aro khayao… Ebhabe 3 din Soumyo esheche… R dudh paan korei geche…

  Choturtho din… Soumyo ekta kaaj peyeche…Tai kolkatar baire… Tai, ekhon abar ektu ager moto shob… Mane, Baba beriye jabar agei, Noren da bazaar e geche. R ami gechi college… baba ke biday diye, prottek din kar moto, ma Subir er room e gelo… Subir er boyosh ekhon 5... She ekhon niyomito college e jay… Kintu aaj college bondho bole, ektu derite utche… Ta, ma giye dekhe, Subir tokhono ghume… R bichanar majhe ki jani dariye ache… Ma ebar kathata shoriye bujhlo ota ki… Oi tukun cheler jonno besh hoyeche or barata… Pant er bhetor diyeo ma bujhlo, je shoshommane dariye ache 4 inchi ta.

  Ta, ma ebar ador kore daklo

  “babun, ghum theke utho… Utho…”

  Soumyo ektu nore uthlo… Nore, uthe ghumer moddhey gungiye uthe bolllo

  “Ki hoyeche ma?”

  “Utho babun… Shokal hoye geche toh…”

  “Ami arektu ghumabo… Shopno ta dekhbo…”

  “Ki shopno dekhchile babun?”

  “Kicchu na…” mukh lukiye Subir bollo

  “Aha, bolo na babun… Ki shopno?”

  “Tomake niye ma…”

  “Amake niye?” ma ektu obhaak hobar bhaan kore bollo…

“Ha ma.. Tomake niye…”

  “Ta, ki dekhle?”

  “Je, ami boro hoye gechi…”

  “R?”

  “R baba jemon kore dadu bari na thakle tomar shathe khela kore, amio temon khela korchile…”

  O, apnader bola hoyni… Subir baba ke dadu bole dake… Amay dada baba, r Noren da ke baba bole… Jehetu, Noren ke dada daki, tai amader baccha toh baba ke dadui dakbe? Baba heshe boleche

  "Eta ki thik hocche? Amar bou er pete tora baccha diyechish... Tahole ami dadu holaam ki kore?" Ma bhetki mere boleche...

  "Bou tomar holeo chode toh onnolok... Tahole, baccha tar baba tow onno keo..." Baba r ki bolbe? Chup chap thekeche...

  “Ta kemon kore?”

  “Tumi puro nengto hoye chile…”

  “Ami nengto hoye chilam?”

  “Ha…”

  “O baba… Tarpor ki holo?”

  “Mone korte parchi na ma… Tobe, tumi help korle mone korte parbo…”

  “Kemon help babun?”

  “Tumi ektu maxi ta khulbe ma? Tahole amar ektu mone porto…” heshe bole Subir… Ma mone mone bhabe… Oi tukun chele… Kintu kii na dushtu buddhi hoyeche mathar bhetor… Bollo

  “Acha, thik ache…” Ma khulte jacchilo… Tokhon Subir bolllo

  “Shopne dekhechilam, ami nije tomarta khule diyechi…”

  “Kemon?”

  “Ebhabe…” bole Subir mayer maxi ta tene mayer komor porjonto niye ashlo…

  “Orre baba… Babun toh dekhchi boro hoye geche… Odike, Subir aste aste nije bichanay dariye mayer maxi ta tene khule fello… Mao hashimukhe tar choto cheler kache boastrohoron er shad nite laglo…

  Erpor, ma jigesha korlo

  “Er por ki korle babun?”

  “Mone poreche… Ami tomar dudu kheyechilam, emon kore…” bole, Subir ebar mayer bishal bishal kalo maiyer ekta mukhe pure chushte laglo… Maao ador kore oke dudh khaiye deite thaklo… Subir dudh khacche thik e, kintu pash diye onno mai khana icche moto chotkate thaklo… Erpor, khawa shesh kore bollo

  “Er por ki hoyeche ma jano?”

  “Ki?”

  “Tumi jebhabe babar oi lomba jinishta ta chushe dao na, thik shebhabe amar ei chotto jinishta ta chushe diyecho mukhe pure…”

  “Ki bolcho babun? Eta dekhecho?”

  “ha ma… Tumi shopne eta korchile r amar khub moja lagchilo… Kintu tumi toh amar ghum ta bhangiye shopno ta noshto kore diyecho…”

  “Ki bolcho babun?”

  “Ha… Tumi amar shopno ta noshto kore diyecho… Ekhon shei shopno ta abar dekhte chai ma…”

  “Sheta dekhte hole toh abar ghumate hobe babun…”

  “na… tumi ekhon amar jinishta chushe dao na ma please…”

  “Ki bolcho babun? Tumi toh ekhono choto… Arektu boro how…”

  “Please ma? Shopne to ami boro chilam. Kintu tumie toh amar ghum bhangiye diyecho…”

  “kintu…”

  “Please….” Bole, Subir r bara ta pant theke ber kore mayer shamne dhorlo… Ma hashlo… Bollo

  “Thikache…” bole, ota mukhe pure dilo… Mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo… Koto boro boro bara chusheche ma… Kintu nijer mejho cheler bara chush onno rokom moja pacche ma… R Subir o prothom bar bara chosha peye, tao mayer moto dudhial magir haate chosha kheye puro matha noshto hoye jabar jogar… She tar chotto chotto haat diye mayer matha chepe dhorlo tar barar upor… R mao tar choshar speed bariye dilo… Beshikhon laglo na…

  R Subir mayer mukh bhoriye dilo tar oprapto boyoshko shada birjo diye….

  Kichukhon por. Soumyo amar mayer “kheyal” sheshe niche namlo…

  “Ish, kakimar ki kore rekhechilo ora…”

  “Tui shob thik kore eshechish mone hoyeche…” Soumyo hashlo. Tokhoni or phone ta beje uthlo… Phone ta dhorei bollo

  “Ha… Bolo…” Opash theke ekta chikon golar abhash pelam.

  “Na… Ami taratari aaj bari firbo…” Abaro kichu kotha opash theke.

  “Ami baba bari ferar agei bari firbo ma…” Bole Soumyo phone rekhe dilo… Ami ebar bollam

  “Kire, mayer shathe obhabe kotha bole?”

  “Na mane, khali amay bari thakte bole…”

  “Keno?”

  “Ma sharadin eka eka bari thake… Ekhon ami ki tar shathe boshe thakbo naki…”

  “Koi? Ma ke toh ami ghore fele rekhe jai na…” Heshe bollam…

  “Tui toh tor mayer shathe ja icche tai korte parish… Orokom hole toh amio bari thaktam…” Soumyo afsos kore bollo.

  “Shob kichui line ghaat korte hoy re… Tor bariteo line ghaat kora jabe…”

  “Ki je bolish…”

  “Bet lagbi naki?”

  “Ki? Amar mayer shathe tui ja icche korte parbi?”

  “Ha…” Soumyo mone holo, amar kothay khub utshahito…

  “Acha, ja… Tui jitle toh amar makei pabi… R ami jitle, tor mayer shathe ek raat katabo…”

  “Tui raat katiye ki korbi? Ja korar ta toh korei felechish…”

  “Tao thik…” Soumyo hashlo…

  “Tahole, bet thaklo, OK? R tui kono prokar badha dite parbi na kintu… Ulto lagle amay help korte hobe…”

  “OK…”

  “Tobe, tor bashay niye ja amake aaj…”

  “OK… Kintu tar age ekbar ektu kakimar dudh kheye nei…”

  “Kaal khaash… Ekhon chol…” Bole, Soumyo ke niye beriye ashlam…

  Kichukhon por oder apartment e bell bajalam…

“Khulchi…” Bole, or ma dorja khullo… Dorja kholar por, ami or mayer dike ha kore takiye achi… Ghore porar ekta patla maxi pora… Gayer rong shemla… Figure ta besh… Maxir upor diyei bujhlam, dudh duto besh boro, hobe 35D, r komor ta besh… Maxi khana bhije navir shathe lege ache… Amake dekhei or ma ektu chomke uthlo… Bollo

  “Khoka shathe kake enechish?”

  “Ma, amar friend Suhil…”

  “O oder baritei tui chobi tulte jaash…” Emon bhabe bollo, jeno eta khub simple bepar… Jodi jaanto kaar chobi, especially kon duto jinisher chobi tulte jay, tobe emon bhabe hoyto ei mohila r bolto na… Kakima bollo

  “Asho baba… Ghore asho… Tomar kotha onek shunechi…” bole amader ghore dhukte dilo… Ebar tar poder dike chokh porlo… Dhumshi pacha… Mere besh mojai hobe…

  Amra ebar boshlam Sofay... Ta, living room bhorti, chobi... Shobi family photo… R koekta kakimar nijer chobi… Ektate kakima ekta patla shari pora… Dudh duto blouse thikre beriye ache… Ami jiv chushte laglam… Or ma bollo

  “Ki dekhcho baba?”

  “Na kakima… Apnake ei chobi te khub shundor lagche…”

  “Ki je bolo…”

  “Apnake dekhe money hoy naa, apni Soumyor ma…”

  “Tahole ki mone hoy?”

  “Soumyor boro bon…”

  “Ta, tumi ki Soumyor boro boner shathe prem korte naki?” kakima heshe bollo…

  “Chance pele toh kortam… Ta, Soumyo bollo, apni naki barite boshe boshe bored hocchen…”

  “Ki korbo bolo… Or baba beroy shokal attay. Fire raat 9tay. R Soumyo nijeo eki kaj kore… Ghore ki r mon teke…” Ami mone mone bhablaam… Besh toh… Eitai toh dorkar amader… Time ki kore kill korte hobe, ta shikhiye debo… Bollam

  “Ta, kakima… barite boshe na theke, ek din amader bashay ashun na… Beshi dur na… 20 minute er poth…”

  “Acha, ekdin jaboni…”

  “Kaal e ashun... Ma bari ache…”

  “Acha, thik ache… Jaboni…”

  “Ami ekhon uthi r ki kakima… Amay abar ektu elakay kaaj ache…” Ashole, niche niche baray jol jome giyeche notun magi lagabo bole… tai, bari fire giye mayer pod mere sheta thanda korbo bole kotha…

  “Acha… Ami kaal ora dujon beriye jetei chole ashboni Soumyor kach theke thikana shune…”

  “OK.” Bole ami beriye ashlam…

  Bari fire eshe ki korlam, ta nishchoi bhalo korei bujhte parchen… Ta sheta kora sheshe…

  “Eke, shokale Noren er paonadar… Tarpor, tora… Er por, abar tui… Amar ki poder barota bajabi naki…”

  “Aha… Ma… Bhogobaan tomay pathiyechen amader bara thanda korbar jonno… R tumi Jodi ei kotha bolo…”

  “Na… Aaj khub excited hoye ghore firechish kheyal korlam… Kichu hoyeche naki?”

  “Na hoyni… Tobe hobe... Kaal ja boli ta mon diye shunbe…”

  “Shob shomoyei toh shuni…”

  “Na… Kaal ektu beshi shunbe…”

  “Keno?”

  “Kaal Soumyor ma baari ashbe…”

  “Ta, amar ki kora lagbe shuni?”

  “Ja bolbo, shetai korbe, ok?”

  “OK. Kintu atleast kichu ekta porte dish…”

  “Emneo sheta khule jabe… Kintu tao, starting e ektu warm up toh lage…”

  Bole ebar mayer dudh chosha shuru korlam…

  Ta, jemon plan, temon kaaj.

  Porer din shondhay. Noren da baire, kisher ki kaaje. Ami r Ma bashay. Ta, bashay thakle ja hoy rki. Ranna ghore ma ranna korche r ami pechone hatu gere boshe mayer pod chete dicchi. Thole thole duto poder majhe jibba diye poder futota ador kore daoyate, ma er shara shorire shihoron boiche. Tai bollo

  “Tui char toh… Amay kaaj korte de… Barite tor bodhur ma ashbe ekhoni…”

  “Aha, tokhon toh r pod chete khete parbo na…”

  “Shara raat toh porei ache… Tor baba ajo office er kaaje ektu kolkatar baire jabe…”

  “tahole toh aro bhalo holo. Ami bhebechilam, aaj rate r bet jeta shombhob hobe na… Kintu eto dekhchi, megh na chaitei jol…”

  “Kisher bet baba?”

  “She tomar jante hobe na…” bole, ami abar chata shuru korlam. Emon shomoy bell beje uthlo. Ma shathe shathe bollo

  “Ei re, ora bujhi elo… “ bole, ma chulo bondho kore dilo… Bollo

  “Ekhon ami ki korbo?”

  “Jao, upore jao… Upore shob ready ache…” O, pathokgon, apnader bola hoyni, tobe nishchoi aach kore niyechen. Mayer gaye tar komore tar priyo rupor chain r golay mongolshutro chara r kichui nei. Tai, prothom bar ekjon otithi barite ashbe… Tai…

  Ami gelam dorja khulte r ma gelo upore. Khule dekhi, Soumyor ma eka dariye ache…

  Ami nomoshkar diye ghore dhukalam. Jigesha korlam

  “Kakima, Soumyo kothay?”

  “baba, Soumyour ki joruri photosession ache. Amake bollo ekai jete…” Amar r bujhte baki roilo na… Nishchoi hotocharata kono side theke lukiye lukiye chobi tulche. Tobe, amar pokkhe bhaloi holo. Joto kom lok, totoi ayesh kore kaaj kaam kora jabe…

  “Ta tomar ma kothay?”

  “Upore. Ready hoye namche…”

  “Ghore abar ready…”

  “Na, ektu kapor chopor porte geche r ki…”

  “Emni ki kapor pore na ghore?” Kakima thatta kore bollo

  “Porle ki r upore jete hoto?” ami heshe bolate kakima ektu thotomoto kheye gelo… Tokhoni ma niche namlo… Ma ja pore niche namlo, tate kakimar chokh kolape uthe gelo… Ekta patla laal saree… Sareer niche, bra er kotha toh durei rakhlam, kono blouse e nei… Tate, bishal bishal paka pepe pray chire beriye jay. R odike, gobhir nabhir kotha toh baad e dilam. Niche hoyto bhalo kichu porano jeto. Kintu tara huror majhe ami bhablam, petticoat er cheye panty poratai shubidhe. Tai, ma ke ekta laal ronger pantyr upor kono rokome sareeta bedhe rakhte hoyeche. Ete, mayer pachajugol sareer bhetor diye pray bhaloi prokaash pacche…

  Amra priyo rendi ma, bibostro obosthay shara bela ghore ghurte pare. Ei dress up e tai besh shachondei raater otithike boron korte parlo ma.

  “Nomoshkar boudi… Apnar kotha onek shunechi, amar chele r tar bondhur mukhe…” Kakima besh obaak… Mayer dress up er dikei tar nojor ekhono…

  “Boudi, kono problem?” Etokhone kakima hush fire pelo. Bollo

  “Na boudi. Ki-kisher problem thakbe? Apnar kothao shunechi, amar cheler kache…” Tar chele nishchoi boleni, tar bondhur ma koto boro khanki. Nahole, kopale chokh othar kotha na.

  “Ta, Soumyo kothay?”

  “O bollo, or ki jeno joruri kaaj ache…”

  “O… Bechara miss korlo…”

  “Ha, onek kichui miss korlo…” Miss je kototukun koreche, ta Soumyoi jane… Je amar make ulongo dekhe obhosto, tar kache ei obosthay miss korai shabhabik.

  “Ta, boudi, ashun… Ekebare, khabar tablei jai…”

  “Cholun…” bole, ma khabar table e niye gelo. Amra tin jon dinner korte laglam… Khub ekta bishesh kichu ghotlo na. Prothome,”boudi-alaap” jake bole… Tai holo. Ta, shunte shunte ami khub bore hoye jacchilam. Emon shomoy, ekta dushtu buddhi khele gelo… Prothome, jeta korlam, ami aste kore, pa diye mayer sharita nich diye tana shuru korlam… Ma kheyal korlo… Kintu kichu bolte parlo na…

  Emni pantyr support e shari norbore, r amar tanatanir karone, sareer tofa rofa obostha hote laglo… Tao, kono mote shamle nilo ma… Tao, amar dushtumi kome na. R ki kora jay, tokhoni mathay arekta buddhi ashlo… Ami hut kore dhakka diye “Accident” er moto kore pasher jug ta fele dilam. Mayer shathe practice korte korte, ei beparta bhaloi ayotte. R tai jol goriye kakimar gaye, bishesh kore, kakima blouse r sharer uporer ongsho puro bhije gelo.

  “Sorry Sorry, kakima… Ami kheyal korini…”

  “It’s ok baba… Kono shomoshya nei…”

  “Kakima, apni obhabe rakhle toh apnar thanda lege jabe…”

  “Kono bepar na baba…”

  “Aha… Apni ki lojja pacchen naki? Amra toh ghoreri manush…”

  “na… Lojjar kichu na…”

  “Kakima, apni blouse ta khule just saree diye dheke rakhlei cholbe.”

  “Ami khawar por, korboni…”

  “Totokhone thanda apnar buke boshe jete pare…”

  “Kintu….”

  “Mao toh blouse poreni ghore… Apnar ta nao porle cholbe…”

  “kintu…”

  “Lojja pacchen mone hoy… Ma kakimar lojja ta bhenge dao toh…” Ma ebar obaak hoye amar dike takalo… Bollo

  “Ki kore?”

  “Aha… Bujho na? Tomay dekhe kakimar lojja lagche… lojja ta bhangiye dao…” bole, ebar ami mayer sareer acho ta dhore taan dilam… R tate, mayer bishal bishal dudher factory duto prokassho holo… R tate kakima aro bhebachekha kheye gelo…

  “Eta ki korli tui Suhil? Tor bondhur mayer shamne…”

  “Aha ma… Tumi kakimake help korcho… Ete khabangr ki ache… Kakima, please blouse ta khulun…” Emon ekta shell tar mathay porbe, eta kakima bojhe ni… Tai, ebar chup chap nijer blouse ta bhodromohilar moto khule pashe rakhte rakhte bollo

  “Acha, ami khawar por arekta pore niboni…”

  “Blouse thakle toh porben kakima…” Mone mone bollam

  “Blouse toh shobe shuru… Er por, aste aste tor pao khulchi… Dekh magi…” bole ami ebar mangsher batita kakimar dike egiye dilam…

  Bishal bishal dudh ujar kore ekjon boshe ache… R arekjon shobe blouse khulechen. Ami besh mojatei achi. Kakima je amar bichano jaal e aatke poreche… Dhora pora ekhon shudhu shomoyer bepar… Khawa shesh… Ekhon TV er shamne boshe amra golpo korchi… Bolte gele, puro normally dujon golpoi korche… Kakima bollo

  “Didi, r bolben na… Soumyo ke je kokhon theke phone dicchi… Phone dhorar naam e nei…”

  “Na didi… hoyto cheleta kothao kaaje aatka poreche…”

  “R aatka poreche? O toh bashatei thake na… Kotha nei barta nei, prottek din e baire baire…”

  “Amartao jeto… Ekhon bari theke kaaj na thakle ber hoyna…”

  “Bolen ki didi… Ki kore?”

  “O ja chay, tai korte dei…”

  “kemon?”

  “Barite o ja chay, tai kora hoy…”

  “Amio toh tai kori… O jeta khete chay, tai radhi… O ja chay, tai dei…”

  “Shob dao?”

  “Ha… Dei, toh…”

  “Na didi… Tomar daoyar moddhe mone hoy komti ache r ki…”

  “kemon?”

  Ami pashe boshe TV dekhchilam… Ami ebar foron katlam… Eshe mayer dudh duto pechon theke joriye dhore bollam,

  “Ei je emon…”

  Kakima besh obaak... Ma r kichui bolte parlo na… Ami bollam

  “Kakima, Soumyo ek ki ekhono dudh khete den?” Kakima golay kotha aatke geche… Tao koshto kore bollo

  “Na, mane, o toh boro hoye geche…”

  “Amio toh boro hoye gechi… Amar ki icche kore na, mayer dudh khee ekhono…”

  “Kintu amar toh dudh hoy na…”

  “Dudh hoyna... Kintu tai bole ki Soumyo ke khete deben na kakima?”

  “Kintu, Soumyo toh obhabe chay ni…” Ebar ami ja korlam, tate Kakima besh chomke gelo… Chomke dure shore jete gelo… Kintu, tar agei, ami shob amar controlee rakhlam…

Ami haat bariye kakimar daan side er bishal ekta dudh chepe dhorlam sareer er upor diyei… Kakima ha kore amar dike takiye thaklo… Kakima bhanga golay bollo

  “Suhil… Eta ki korcho….”

  “Kakima, korle shomoshya ki?”

  “Charo…”

  “Kakima, ami apnar cheler moto na…”

  “Ha… Ha…”

  “Tahole, amay dudh khete deben na keno?”

  “Kintu?”

  “Apnie toh bollen, Soumyo ke bari rakhben… Kintu apnar toh temon kono icche dekhchi na…”

  “Na… Na…”

  “Jodi thakto, tahole ebhabe react korten kakima…”

Kakima ebar jaal e puropuri aatka poreche… Ber hoyar kono poth khuje pelo na… Ami ebar ador korei, sharer upor diyei dudh ekta bulote bulote bollam

  “Ma dekho, kakimar dudh duto ki shundor, tai na bolo…” Ma r ki bolbe, shay dilo…

  “Ha…”

  “Sareer upor diyei ote shundor… Sareer niche diye r kotoi na shundor hobe?”

  Kakima kichu bolte jabe… Kintu tar agei, ami sareer achol ta taan diye sareer achol ta fele dilam… R beriye porlo boro boro Mena duto. Mayer moto eto boro noy. Kintu, besh boro…

  “Aah… Dekhecho ma, kemon shundor?”

  Kakima ki korbe bujhte parche na. Tar cheler bondhur mayer shamne ebhabe tar chele bondhu tar dudh duto ber kore fello. R she puro akash theke. Ki korbe, bojhar upay nei… R edike, ami aste aste duto feel korte laglam…

  “Kakima, ekta request chilo…” Kakima, ekhono shock theke berote apreni. Bhanga golay bollo

  “Ki… Ki?”

  “Apnar duto ektu khete pari?”

  “Ki bolcho tumi?”

  “Kakima, ektu khai na… Ektu…”

  “Kintu… Kintu…”

  “Ki?”

  “Tomar kaku ki bolbe?”

  “Kaku ki bolbe? Tar chele choto belay dudh kheto na?”

  “Ha…”

  “Ta, ami apnar cheler motoi na?”

  “Ha…”

  “Ta, ami dudh khele shomoshya ki?”

  “Kintu… Tokhon toh choto chilo…”

  “Boro hole je r khawa jabe na, eta ke bollo?”

  “Kintu…”

  “Aha Kakima? Please?” Kakima ki bolbe bhebe pelo na… Mayer dike takalo… Ma fike kore hashlo… Ami ebar green signal peye gelam… Ekta mai mukhe pure chushte laglam… Kakimao moja peye gelo… Chokh bondho kore fello arame… Ami arek haat diye arekta dudh dolai malai korte thaklam… Kakima ke mone hoy onek din dhore keo bhog kore na thik moto… Amar olpo sporshei kakimar obostha kharap hoye gelo…

  “Charo… Charo…” Bolte thaklo mukh diye kintu amake thele shoranor kono naam nei… Amio chushe jete laglam… Ek porjaye, kakima amar matha ta chepe dhorlo tar dud her upor… Ami aro jore chushte thaklam… Kakima chechiye uthlo…

  “Aah… Aste. Aah… Aste…” korte korte sofay pray shuye porlo… Bujhlam, magir jol khoshe geche… Kakima, ebar abar tar shokti fire peyeche… Amar matha ta shoriye fello. Fele ebar uthe sareer achol ta diye dudh duto dheke fello…

  “Kakima, apni ki raag korechen?”

  “Na… Ha… Na…” Kakima puro confused… Bujhlam, onek din pore magir jol khosheche… Magi bhebe chinte thahor korte parche na, ki korbe, ki bolbe…

  Emon shomoy kakima bollo

  “Ta, ami ebar jai… Amar jete hobe…” Mai choshar taale hok r jai hok, kakima kheyal koreni je bojro deke jhor ashche…

  “Kintu jaben ki kore kakima? Baire toh tumul brishti shuru hoyeche…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Aaj raat ta amader shathei thakun… Kaal shokale chole jaben…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Keno kono shomoshya?”

  “Tomar kaku…”

  “Kaku ke bollei hobe, baire jhor… Apni aatka porechen…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Kono kintu nei… Ma bolo na, kakima ke amader shathe thakte aaj raat ta…” Ma hashlo… Bollo

  “Didi, thakun na… Ekta raateri toh bepar… Dadababu nishchoi bujhbe…”

  “Kintu…”

  “Baire jhor er moddhe Jodi kono shomoshya hoy? R ta chara Soumyo phone dhorche na… O hole apnake or shathe pathiye daoya jeto…”

  Kakima ebar puro konthasha… Ki bolbe, bujhe pelo na… R ki korbe baddho hoye thakar shidhanto nilo… Tai, kakukeo phone diye bole dilo je aaj raat ta amader ekhanei thakbe…

  Phone ta sheshe, ebar ma ke bollo,

  “Ta, didi,ebar ghore porbar kichu ekta dao…”

  Ma hashlo… Kakima jigesha korlo

  “Ki hoyeche didi?”

  “Na… Ghore porbar kichu chaile Suhil ke jigesha koro…”

  “Suhil… Baba…”

  “Kakima… Ma toh ghore kichui pore na…”

  “Mane?”

  “Ma apni ashben bole, ekta saree porbar permission peyechilo… Ekhon jehetu apnio ghorer manush hoye gechen, tahole…” bole ebar ami saree dhore taan te thaklam… R tate, shorir er shathe mayer sharer bhibhed ghotlo… R tate ma shudhu taar oi laal pantyei thaklo… Ami ebar bollam

  “Ma, ota pora r na pora toh shoman… Tumi borong ota khulei felo…”

  “Kintu…” Ma r kichu bolar agei, ami panty ta tene khule fellam… R tate, shoddo shave kora gud khana prokassho holo… Kakima, etokhon amader kando karkhana dekhchilo… R tate Kakimar mukh khana ha kore rakha chara r kichui chilo na…

  “Toh kakima, apni ki ghore porar moto kichu chan…”

  “Ha… na…” kichu ekta bolar cheshta korlo kakima… Kintu tar agei ami bollam

  “Tahole, thik ache… Ami apnake help korchi…” bole, ebar sareer khana taana shuru korlam… Kakima, etoi obaak je r kono prokar badhai dilo na… R tate, ami kono badha charai kakimar saree khana khule felte parlam… Jotokhone saree amar haate, totokhone kakimar kheyal holo, she shudhu ekta petticoat pore koekta ochena manusher shamne dariye ache… Tar bishal bishal duto mai jhulche…

  “Kakima, petticoat tao khule dibo, naki…”

  “Na… Na…” bole, kakimar ebar haat diye tar bokhho jora lukonor britha cheshta korte laglo…

  “Aha, kakima… Amra toh ghoreri maush… Lojja pabar ki ache?”

  “Na… Mane…”

  “Daran, ami help kore dicchi…” bole, ami kakimar petticoat er shuto ta dhore taan dilam… R tate, kakimar petticoat khana ekekbare matite… Kakima ebar haat diye tar gud khana dhakar cheshta korte laglo… Kintu eki shathe dudh r gud dhakar cheshta puropuri bertho holo… Kakimar oi obostha dekhe bollam

  “Kakima, ki holo… Apnar ki oshushti lagche?”

  “Ha… mane, Na… Mane…”

  “kakima, koshto kore obhabe haat diye rekhe haat betha kore ki labh ache?” bole, ami ebar haat duto tene shoji korlam… R tate kakimar gud mohol, r dudh duto puro prokassho holo… Ami ebar bollam

  “Ebar cholun kakima, sofay boshe TV dekhi abar…” bole ma r kakima ke niye TV er shamne gelam… Kakima ektu oprustut bodh korchilo… Ma ebar bollo

  “Didi, kono oshubidhe hocche na to?”

  “Na… Mane, erokom age korini…”

  “Amaro prothom prothom odbhut lagto… Ekhon shoye geche…”

  “Emon keno?”

  “Suhil er baba, mane amar shami jokhon bari thakena, tokhon amay ora kichui porte dey na…”

  “Keno?”

  “Jate, ora jokhon tokhon amar shathe moja nite pare…”

  “Apnar shami kichui bole na?”

  “Amar shami ki bolbe? O toh ghorei thake na… Tai, chele ja icche kore… R or babaro eta niye kono matha betha nei… Shob kichur shommotie or baba oke diye rekheche…”

  “Kemon didi?”

  “Ei dhoro, shedinkar ghotona... Raat barota baje… Ami r apnar dada shute gechi… Shobo, emon shomoy Suhil eshe bole, ma aaj rate tomar shathe ghumabo… Or baba bollo, kaal shokale 3 shoptaher jonno patna jabe. Tai, bou ke joriye dhore ghumote chay… Ta chara, bhor bela train… tai taratari ghumote hobe… Suhil tokhon bollo ki janen boudi?”

  “Ki?”

  “Je baba… Thik ache tumi ghumao… Ami ma ke niye chade jacchi... Ore baba bollo Keno? O bollo, tahole, tomar r disturb hobe na…”

  Kakima- “Tai naki , tar por tumi tomar maa ke niye chade chole gele.”

  Ami- “Ete ar shock poyar ki ache , sotti kotha bolte amader kache eta khubi common bapar.”

  2-3 minute er moddhei maao amader pashe sofay ese bose bollo – “Dekhchi to mushal dhare bristi arombo holo, e ar sohoje thambe naa mone hocche!!, Bhaloi holo dui bandhobi mile sara raat jomiye adda mara jabe.”

  Rater dike cable e majhe moddhe gorom gorom cinema gulo chalai, ami du ekta channel bodlatei dekhi ekta hocche, bhaloi holo mone mone bhablam ete poribesh taa aro gorom hobe hehe ,

Eri moddhe dekhi kakima mikh nichu kore bose ache hoy , bujhte parlam naa lojjai na uner kono kosto hocche,

Tai mai ghabriye giye bole uthlam – “Maa ami ektu coffee baniye niye asi tomra dui bandhobi mile golpo koro.”

  Maa ebar kakimar pashe ese jiggesha korlo “haa re bon ki hoyeche? maa bhalo kore takiye dekhe kakimar choke jol.....”

  “O maa eki bon ki hoyeche amake khule bol , ektu age tui amake didi bole dakli naa tahole didir theke kichu lukas naa ....bol ki hoyeche.”

  Kakima gola nichu swore bole uthlo “soti go didi tumi khub lucky, tomake bhalo bashar jonno koto lok, tomar to kono dukkho kosto nei.”

  Maa-“Hotat ei kotha bolchis keno? bor ki koke khushi rakhe naa.”

  Kakima-“Naa go boudi ei pokopale swamir sukh nei , 24 ghanta kaaj kaaj, kaaj chere amar dike takanor sujog i nei.”

  Maa ebar kakimaar mathai haat buliye " Obhabe kaadish na… Dekh, Suhil er babao toh thake na… Or o Kolkatar baire baire kaaj pore… Tokhon nijer kheyal nijekei rakhte hoy… Ebhabe kede toh labh nei…”

  Kakima-“did Suhil tomake khub sukhe rakhe ?”

  Maa-“She ki eka rakhe naki?”

  Kakima-”Mane”

  Ma-“She ek lomba kahini. Korte korte aaj raat kabar hoye jabe re…”

  etokkhon dhore maae ekta hath kakimar mai er upor chilo, etokkhoner dolai malai e kakimao besh horney hoye uthechilo, gudh ta babar jolcherechilo bole bhije geche.....maae ar ek haath ebar kakimar guder kache neme elo, ekta angul kakimar bheja gude dhukiye dilo taar por aro du tinte angul dhukiye kakimar gud khechete laglo....

Kakimao “ahhhh ahhh” kore chitkar korte laglo-“Ahhh didibhai aro jore didi bhai aro speed e “, 10-12 minuter moddhei kakima maal charlo maar hath-e ,bheja hath ebar maa nijer mukher moddhe niye angul gulo chete porishkar kore nilo.

  maa ebar kakima ke french kiss korlo taar por kakimar ekta haat niyer ekta boro mai er upor tene nilo, kakima abar maake kiss korte korte maai duto tipte laglo aar tatei mayer maai beye dudh goriye goriye sofar upor porte laglo.

  Maa bollo “haa re bon tor kotodin dhore ei haal?”

  Kakima-“Aar bolo naa didi biyer porthekei, jani naa ki kukkhonei baa ami biye korte raji hoye chilam.Jano to didi majhe majhe mone hoy ei jibon sesh kore feli,charidik ondhokarr amar jonno sob dorja bondho, kono upai nei mora chara.”

  Maa(Dhomok diye)-“Ki jata kotha bolchis haa?!!!”

  Er por maa nijer ekta mai er upor kakimaar math tene nilo, kakimaao ebar dudh tepachere maar ekta bota chuste laglo, mukh bhore jete laglo misti dudhe.

  “nijer jibon niye khele khela korte hoy,Manusher jibon ektai,matha thanda kore chinta korle onek rasta khola pabi!!tor oto sundor chele, o becharao to chai maar kach theke ektu bhalo basha paak, tui "chorer upor raag kore matite baat kacchis" tor chele tar dike ekbar takiye dekhbi koto sundor o toke bhalo baste chai, Ei amar kothai dhor swamir kach theke sukh petam naa bole chele ke niyer kache teneniyechi amar aar kono jounokhamti nei, bapok sukhe achi, tai bolchi Soumyo khub bhalo chele or dike ektu nojor dis dekhis tor aar kono kosto thakbe naa.”

  Itimoddhe maar o gud bhije geche. Kakima nijer angul maar guder modde dhokate jabe emon somoy maa badha diye bollo-“naa tham bon sarirrik sukh ki aar hastamaithun(masturbation) e ki hoy!!”

  Kakima-“Na ashole didi ami tomakeo serokom korte chaichilam, jemon ta tumi amake korle”

  Maa-“Amar aar tar proyojon nei "BABA SUHIL EIDIKE AAI TO", maa chechiye uthlo.

  Amio doure giye dekhlam maa dufaak kore bose ache helan diye sofai, aar kalo gudh ta rose chok chok korche.

  Maa-“Aai baba tor maar toke proyojon , maake ektu thanda kore de .”

  Kakima ebar oto ta hotobhombo holo naa bapar tate normal react kore bollo eso babu maa dakche.

  Ami bhablam ebar kakima bapartake enoy korte legeche taai ami hate dhore thaka coffeer cup gulo chure fele diye, maar dike chutlam.

  Nijer pant jangiya khule hatu gere boshe bara taa maar kalo pod er gobhire dhujiye dilam,pochat kore dhuke gelo… jore jore thapate laglam,maa chechiye chechiye uthe bolte laglo- “aro jore sona aro jore....ahhhhh ahhhhh aro jore”

  Beshikhon rakhte parlam na… 15 minuter moddhei obostha kharap… Bollam

  “Ma r parchi na…”

  “Nao baba… Tomar mayer pod e maal felo…” bole, ma ebar amay smooch korlo… Amio aro jore thapate thapate ma ke kiss korte korte bollam

  “Ei nao ma… Tomar pod ta bhorti korlam…” bole, mayer pod e maal chere dilam…

  maar mathai hath buliye dite laglo kakima

  Maa-“Suhil ektu dom niye nei aro ekjona ke sukh dite hobe toke.”

Kakima amta amta kore“ kintu kintu didi.....”

  Maa-“Kono kintu noi son bon bujhte parchi bohudin tui sukh paas ni, Amar chele ei bapare expert maa heshe bollo, tor kono khamti rakbe naa, er por maa kakimar paa duto faak kore amake bollo ne sona start hoye jaa.”

  Bole, ebar bara ta chush dilo… Diye shokto baniye ekta condom poriye bollo “Ne, ebar gari ta start de…”

  Ami baddho cheler moto bara ta kakimar gude dhukiye dilam, kakimar gud besh tight chilo, bojhai jacchilo onek din use hoy ni. Bara taa dhuka tei kakima ahhh kore uthlo...

  Maa-“Bujhte parchi bon onek din bade sukh pele erokomi hoy , enjoy kor ei momen ta, kakimaar ekta hath maar dudhe , somane khala kore jacche bishal bishal tormuj duto niye , maar hath tao jothariti kakimaar dutote.”

  Ami jore jore thapate laglaam same position ei , maa soman tale tale kokon amake kokon baa kakimaa ke dudh khoyate laglo.

  Chollo besh onekhon dhore… Kakimake ke prothome doggy te, kuttir moto kore chudlam… Tarpor, Missionary te pa ta faak kore, kakimar upor shuye porlam… Kakimao amay joriye dhorlo kamuke….

Ami ebar aro jore thapate laglam… Ma bollo

  “Baba aste…” kakima bole

  “Keno go didi?”

  “Condom ta fete jabe toh, o je jore thapacche!”

  “Condom er chinta pore… Tomar cheleke bolo, gud khana jeno fatiye chi ching faak kore dey…”

  kakimaa er moddhei du baar jol khosiyeche… Amio ebar thapate thapate bollam

  “Kakima, ami charlam tobe…”

  Kakima “ Charo tobe baba…”

  Amar mathay tokhon buddhi ashlo… BOllam

  “Kakima, ekbar toh bhetore felechi. Ebar karo mukhe felbo…”

  “Kintu, ami toh obhabe bara chushini konodin…”

  “Age toh Shamir bara chara r karor ta choden ni… Aaj, temoni notun kichu try korben…” bole, ebar bara ta ber kore, condom khule, khecha shuru korlam…

  Kakima tokhon porom shukhe… Tar r kichui badhlo na… Baddho render moto barata mukhe pure chushte laglo lollipop er moto. Jodi prothom choshon, besh chushchilo kakima… Ami r thakte parlam na… Chere dilam kakimar mukhe…

  Kakima-“Ahh did tumi thik i bole cho etar bohudin dhore amar proyo jon chilo, tomar Suhil seta mitiye dilo. Bhaloi toh khete…”

  Ghorite dhong dhong!!!! dekhi raat duto baajche.

  Kakima-“aaj aar ghum holo naa…aar ghumiye ki hobe? Borong baki raatri ta aro ektu sukh niye katiye dei , ki Suhil babu ready to.”

Ami- “Taa aar bolte kakima”

  Maa-“So finally tui o enjoy korte legechis dekhchi , khub bhalo “

  Sara raat 6-7 bar repeatedly make aar kakima ke chodar por jokon ghum bhanglo dekhi bela10.00Am bajche.”

  Ami ranna ghore doure giye dekhi maa ranna korche. Maa kakima kothai

Maa- “O bhor bhor i chole geche , Kaal sara raat barir baire chilo to taai, deri korlo naa, Tor khub prosongsa korchilo, joyar age bole gelo Sujog hole abar erokom raat katiye jabe…”

  Ami- “Taa Norendaa koi?”

  Maa- “Kaal to o sara raat baire chilo... Jhorer jonno baire aatka porechilo... Ekhon tomar khabar ready kore diyechi… Tumi kheye nao…”

  Ami-“Tumi kothay jaccho khabar er bati niye?”

  Maa-“Amar room e… Noren amar shathe ektu ghumote cheyeche aaj… Gotoraate bole tar thik moto ghum hoyni… Tai oke khaiye diye ekhon ghum parabo…”

  Ami bollam “Ki khawabe r ki ghum parabe, ta amar jana ache…”

  Ma heshe tar pod duliye duliye jete jete bollo

  “Tui toh gotoraate prochur moja nilo… Ekhon Noren nibe na?”

  Kichudin porer ghotona…

  Ami matro friend er basha theke fire ashlam… Eshe dekhi, mayer gaye ekta laal shari… Shari ache tobuo blouse nei… Petticoat obbosho thik e ache… Sofa boshe boshe ma TV er dike takiye ache, r Noren da boshe boshe mayer bishal bishal dudh duto ber kore khelche….

  “Ma tumi ki ber hocchile?”

  “Na re…”

  “Ta, hotat kore kapor chopor porle?”

  “Na, Noren er ma r bhai ashche toh…”

  “Keno?”

  “Noren er bhai chakri khujhte kolkatay ashche…”

  “Kokhon?”

  “Eito kichukhoner moddhe ashche…”

  “Ta, bhaloi…”

  “Bhalo na chai… Etodin por Noren er ma ashche… Tao, Noren amay blouse porte dibe na… Bole blouse diye amar dudh duto dheke rakha bole paap...”

  “Thik e boleche ma, tomar blouse pora manay na… Eto boro dudh jora Jodi tumi obhabe lukiye rakho, tobe toh shobar jonno loss…”

  Emon shomoy calling bell ta bajlo… R shathe shathe Noren da uthe gelo dorja khulte… R ma kapor thik kora shuru korlo… Dekhi, Noren dayer ma. Boyosh hobe 65+. Tobe besh rugno r oshustho mone holo. R Noren er choto bhai. Boyosh hobe 17-18… Amar thekeo boyoshe choto bojha jacche… Kintu besh bhalo build… Mone hoy roj byaam tyaam kore r ki… Shunechi mama bari te boro hoyeche…

  Ta, dhuktei ma Noren er ma ke paye dhore pronaam korte gelo ma… Pronaam korte gele, nichu holei arektu hole mayer pallu ta pore jete giyechilo… Ma obbosho thik shomoyei dhore feleche… kintu tao je bishal bishal dudher khaaj, tate Noren er choto bhai er chokh oi obodi jetei holo… Ha kore takiye thaklo, oi bishal bishal mai jorar upor…

  “Thak ma… R korte hobe na…” Buri ma ke ashirbaad diye bollo… Tarpor, amar dike takiye bollo

  “O, ei tahole Suhil bujhi…”

  “ha…” noren da bollo… Ta, ashar por, ora dujon fresh hote gelo… Er por ma taader khete dilo…

  Ta, khawar shomoy kheyaal korlam, Norendar choto bhai, khawar cheye onno kichu beshi lokkho korche… Ki lokkho korche ta asha kori apnara bujhte perechen... Ta, o ek nojore khawa rekhe mayer dike takiye thake… R jei ma or dike takay, tokhoni thaal er dike takiye abar khawa shuru kore… Obbosho bechara ke dosh diye labh ki?

  Ma shudhu ekta laal shari pore haatche… R jei khabar dite jhukche, tokhoni dudher bishaal boro khaaj khana beriye porche… R tate, Noren er bhai er obostha kharap hoye jacche… Ta, khabar table e ma ke noren shahajjo korchilo… Tokhon, Noren dar ma bollo

  “Dekh, baba… Uttorparar Shormila ke shedin dekhe elaam… Ki lokkhi ekta meye… Gayer rosh halka shemla kintu mukher cutting ta besh… Or baba abar 4 bigha jomiyo debe boleche…”

  “Ma dekh… Amar shathe eshob kotha bolish na… Ek bar bolechi na…”

  “Tui ekhono tor bhalo mondo bujhish na… R amar dikeo toh tor takate hobe… Amaro toh kichu shad allad ache…” Ma ebar jigesha korlo Noren ke

  “Ki hoyeche Noren? Tomar ma eshob ki bolche?”

  “o kichu noy memshaheb…” Noren er ma ebar bollo

  “ma tumi oke kichu bojhao… Cheletar toh boyosh kom holo na… Ekhono Jodi emon kore…”

  Ma hashlo… Bollo

  “Noren, ki hoyeche? Tomar mayer shathe tomar ki shomoshya…”

  “Ki korbo bolun memsaab? Bolchi je biye korbar amar konoi icche nei… tarporo o ebhabe khocha dile kar na bhalo lage bolun…”

  “Ta, korle shomoshya ta ki?”

  “Shomoshya r ki! Amar korbar icche nei… Byaas…”

  Bole Noren da beriye gelo room theke… Noren er mao chup kore kheye uthlo… R Noren er bhai o chup chap kheye uthlo…

  Khawa dawa sheshe… Noren er bhai TV dekhche… Ta, Noren r Noren er ma Noren er room e… Ami amar ghore… R Ma mayer…

  “Noren, baba… Tui amar kotha khana shon…”

  “Kichui shunbo na ma… Amar icche ami biye korbo na…”

  “Kintu baba… Amar kotha ta ektu chinta kor dekhi… Amar boyosh hoye geche…”

  “Tate ki hoyeche? Ami ki tor dekhashona thik moto korchi na?”

  “Aha… Ami ki sheta bolechi? Ta chara, tor jiboner ekta goti dekhe jete chai…”

  “Amar ekhane jothestho goti hoyeche ma…”

  “Dekh, buro manush… More jabar age kichu kichu bepar dekhe jete chai…”

  “Ki dekhbi?”

  “Boyosh hoyeche… Tor chele pule dekhe jete na parle ki hoy?”

  “Shei bebostha ache…”

  “Ki bolchish tui?”

  “Aste dhire shob bujhte parbi ma…”

  “Dekh, Shormilar baba toke jomi khana dite cheyeche… Tor r ei barite kaaj korte hobe na… Tor tokhon nijer jomi joma hobe…”

  “Ma, tor oto chinta korte hobe… Amar name ami ekhoni jomi booking diye rekhechi…”

  “Ki bolchish tui?”

  “Ha… tui dekhish…”

  “Ami kichui bujhchi na…”

  “Ektu shomoy holei bujhbi… Sheta baade, tor r kichui chinta korte hobe na…”

  “Tor je eshob ache… Shetar kono promaan ache?”

  “Ki promaan dekhte chash…”

  “jekono promaan holei hobe…”

  Tokhoni Ma dhuke room e … Bole

  “Onek raat hoyeche… Apnara ghuye porun…” Noren ebar tar ma ke bollo…

  “Ma, tora amar ghore ghumo… Ami memshaheb er shathe upore shucchi…”

  “Keno re?”

  “Shudhu shudhu gadagadi kore ghumonor mane ache bol? Thik na memshaheb?”

  “Ha, Noren… Tumi amar shathei shou…”

  “OK memshaheb… Ami ashchi… Apni cholun…” bole, or ma ke chokh tiplo… Kane kane bollo

  “Khanik baade, tui upore chole ashish… Dorja khola rakhbo… Tokhon shob ter pabi…” bole ma ke niye hashte haste upore chole gelo…

  Kichukhon por… Noren er ma paa tipe tipe gelo upore… Upore jetei tar kaane elo…

  “Uff… Charo na... Ekhoni na…”

  “Na… ekhon korle ki shomoshya?”

  “Barir shobai ekhono ghumay ni toh…”

  “Aha… Amra toh dotalay…”

  “Tate ki hoyeche?”

  “Keo Jodi shune fele…”

  “Aha… Tate ki hoyeche…”

  “Tomar ma… Tomar bhai…”

  “Tara kichu bolbe na…”

  “Keno?”

  “Ami toh toke roj chudi… Aaj abar kisher shomoshya?” Buri obaak… Taratari, ebar dorjar faak diye takalo… Ja dekhlo, tate tar gaye kaata dilo…

  Ma shuye ache bichanay ulto hoye… R Noren da mayer shara gaye haat bulocche… Mayer achole ta shoriye feleche pith theke… Ekhon, aste kore mayer petticoat ta dhore taanche…

  “Tai bole ekhon ja icche tai korbe Noren?”

  “Keno korbo na memshaheb… Barite toh r shaheb nei…”

  “Shaheb nei bole ki ja icche tai korbe?”

  “Ha… Shaheb toh amay boleche, shaheb na thakle apnar kheyal rakhte…” bole, ebar mayer petticoat khana komorer upore tule mayer bishal nodhor pacha khana prokaash korlo… Bishal bishal pacha khana puro fule fepe ache… R barir kaajer lok, tar nijer mayer shamne sheta hatacche… Burir ta dekhe puro chokh upore uthe gelo…

  “Noren tumio na… Charo… Tomar ma ba bhai jekono shomoy upore ashte pare…”

  “Ashle ashuk… Apnake ador korte dekhle ki shomoshya ache?”

  “Ador koro na chai… Icche moto pod maro tumi…”

  “Eto shundor pod… Na chude thakte pari? Ekhon bhalo kore amar bara ta chushe din toh memshaheb… Apnar pod e entry marte hobe…”

  Ma hashe… Uthe ebar Noren er bara chosha shuru kore… R burio r thakte pare na… Ja dekheche, ta dekhe tar matha ghurocche… She chup chap niche neme jay… R Upore cholte thake prottikdinkar moto chodon lila…

  Porer din shokale…

  Protidinkaar motoi, Noren niche nemeche… R namar shathe shathei burir mukho mukhi… Buri obaak hoye Noren er dike takiye ache…

  “Gotoraate kemon dekhli?”

  “Mane?” Buri obaak hoye jigesha kore…

  “Na, tui toh dorjar baire dariye shob dekhchili…”

“Na… Mane…”

  “Toh ashol mojar agei keno chole geli tui?”

  “Ami ki dariye dariye oi jinish dekhbo naki?”

  “Dekhti, tor chele ei barite kemon kaaj karbar korche”

  “Ta, tor shaheb ki jane?”

  “Shaheb janbe ki kore? Shaheb bari thakle na, janbe… Tachara, je du tin din bari thake, shei koekdin ektu koshto kore bhodro thaki… Na thakle, ami uporei ghumai…” Noren heshe or ma ke bole…

  “Dekh, ami eshober moddhe nei re bapu… Ami bari gelum…”

  “Keno? Abar ki holo?”

  “Tui tor memshaheb ke chude bera giye… Kichudin por or guder jala mite gele, tor chakri emneo thakbe na… R tor shaheb jodi jane, tokhon toke gola dhakka diye ber kore dibe barite theke… Tokhon r tor chakriyo thakbe na… Nijer nameo kichui thakbe na… Chodar maal o thakbe na… Aam o jabe, chalao jabe…”

  “Tui jar kotha bolchish, tar gude kaamer bonna boy, bujhchish? Tar kamor eto shohoje jabe na… R shaheb janar kono upay nei… 4 bochor dhore chaliye jacchi… Aaj porjonto dhora porar naam nei… R shamne amay dhorbe?”

  “She jai hok… Ei chakri kore r kotoi ba maine pabi tui? Amar moto buro hole toh r tor matha gojar thai thakbe na…”

  “Shetar kono obhaab thakbe na…”

  “Ki kore?”

  “Shaheb e amar name kichu shompod likhe dibe…”

  “R kenoi ba likhe dibe?”

“She toh r bujhe likhbe na… She likhbe tar cheler name…”

  “Cheler name likhle tui pabi ki kore?”

  “Dhoro, memshaheb er pete Jodi kono baccha hoy, tobe shetar dayittor kar ghare porbe…”

  “Or Shamir upor… Toh?”

  “Ekhon, dhor… Barite shaheb nei 2 shoptaher jonno… Tar eshe dekhe, tar bou poyati… Tahole, beparta ki hobe?”

  “Baccha porpurusher…”

  “Ekhon barite jodi memshaheb chara r khali ami r choto shaheb thake, tahole ki hote pare?”

  “Ki bolchish? Ami toh kichui bujhte parchi na…”

  “R jodi shaheb er mejho chele hoy amar moto dekhte, tahole…”

  “Tui ki bolte chachish… Je…”

  “Ha…Certificate theke shuru kore, shob jaygay babar naam amar naam daoya… Kintu, daybhaar kaar?”

  “Tor shaheb er…”

  “Eito… R shaheb toh ‘nijer’ cheler name shoy shompotti likhei jabe…”

  “Tokhon, ogulor bhaag toro ashbe…”

  “Eito… Tui toh dhore felechish…”

  “Tui toh dekhi, shobi kabar kore rekhechish…”

  “Ekhon r amay niye chinta hoy tor? Chinta korbar kichui ache? Kono chinta nei… Khali furti r furti…”

  “Jaak… Tui toh bhaloi fondi etechish… Kintu, tor choto bhaitar toh kono goti korte hobe…”

  Noren er mathay tokhon buddhi khele gelo… Bollo

  “Tui or kotha niye chinta korish na… Or shob bebostha ami korchi…”

  “Acha…” Buri ebar heshe chole jay…

  Shedin shokal 11 tay…

  Ami gechi college e… Buri shuye ache… R Noren er bhai table e boshe boshe cha khacche… R edike, ma ranna korche… Mayer porone, gotokaal er shari… Niche shudhu petticoat… Konoi blouse nei… Mao obhabei besh maniye niyeche… Noren er bhai o ei fake, olpo olpo kore Mayer dudh r pod dekhe niche sharer upor diyei… Ta chara, gham e shari ta aste aste mayer gaye aatke jacche… Bishal bishal paka peye r mishtikumro gulo prokaash pacche…

  Emon shomoy Noren da ashlo… Boren(Noren er choto bhai) ke pray kheyal na korei, Noren ja korlo, tate Boren er mukh puro ha hoye gelo…

  Noren ebar pechon theke eshe, Ma ke joriye dhorlo… Ma bollo

  “Ei Noren… Charo… Ki korcho tumi?”

  “Memshaheb… Jabar shomoy, pothe ekta dudhboti mohilake dekhlam… Dekhe amar apnar kotha mone porlo…”

  “Amar kotha mone porlo keno?”

  “Oi mohila dudh gulo emon bhabe duliye jacchilo, jeno tar dudh khana shubishal… Kintu, apnar mai jorar kache, kichui na…” Bole mayer bishal dudh jugol hatrate thaklo sareer upor diyei… Noren er bhai er ha kore takiye thaklo, tar dada ki kore memshaheb er gaye haat dicche…

  “Charo Noren… Tomar bhaiyer shamne eshob ki korcho? O ki bhabbe?”

  “Aha Memshaheb… Apnar bhai kichui mone korbe na… O toh ghoreri manush…” bole, Noren ebar or bhaiyer dike takalo… Or bhai ha kore eshob dekhche… Ma bollo

  “Tumio na Noren… Kemon dekhay bolo beparta… O ki bhabbe bolo?”

  “Kemon dekhabe beparta?”

  “Je Or Bhai or barir malkiner dudh tipche… Tao dine dupure… Ki bhabbe bolo?”

  “Ki ar bhabbe, bolun? Ki bhabbi tui dada?”

  Cheleta ha kore dekhchilo… Amta Amta kore bollo

  “Na… She kichuna… Eta toh kortei pare… Dada, toh apnake ador kortei pare…”

  “Dekheche memsaab? Eta emon kharap kichui na…” bole, ebar Noren da dudh haatrate laglo…

  “Acha, thik ache…” Ebar Noren er bhaiyer dike takiye bollo

  “Kaoke bolo na jani, ha? Lokjon kintu kharap bhabbe… Thik ache toh?”

  “Ha, memshaab… Kono fikar nahi… Kaoke hami bolbo na…” bole ebar tar dadar kando karkhana dekhte laglo… Noren totokhone, mayer sharer upor diyei mayer dudh jugol niye khelte thaklo… Tarpor ojon korar moto kore bollo

  “Dada, dekh! Ki shundor dudh khana dekhechish?” Noren er bhai ha kore takiye takiye dekhte laglo… Bollo

  “Ha… Ha…”

  “Bishaal na… Emon mai jora baaper jonme dekhechish?”

  “Na… Na… Na…” chelata amta amta kore bolte laglo… Ma bole

  “Aha, charo… Jekono shomoy, tomar ma chole ashte pare…”

  “Aha, memshaheb… Ektu tiple khoti ki?”

  “Tomar ma ki bhabbe bolo dekhi? Ekhon charo, amar ranna korte hobe… Tumi taratari snan shere acho… Ek shathe khabar debo…”

  “OK memsaab… Ami ei gelam, ei elam…” bole Noren chole… R Noren er bhai ebar chupchap bathroom er dike dour dilo… Ki jonno nishchoi bolar opekkhay rakhe na…

  Kichukhon por… Noren da matha muche ber hocche… Or bhai eshe oke bollo

  “Dada go… Tumi o ki korchile? Jodi memshaab bari theke ber kore dey?”

  “Ki bolchish tui? Tor ki mathay shomoshay ache re?”

  “Keno dada?”

  “Memshaheb amay ghor theke ber korbe keno?”

  “Tumi je bhabe tar dudh tipchile…”

  “O toh hor dom tipi…”

  “Jodi chotosaab ter peye jay?”

  “Choto shaheb nijei toh or mayer dudh icche moto tipe… khay… O r ki baad debe?”

  “Bolish ki dada? Choto shaheb ekhono mayer dudh khay?”

  “Tor biswas hocche na? Tui shondhya daakle ashish…” bole Noren khete chole gelo…

  Dupure… Ami, Noren r Noren er bhai TV dekhchilam… Ta, hotat korei loadshedding porlo amader paray… R TV bondho… Ami khub bored hoye gelam… bollam

  “Dhut… Ekhoni Electricity jete holo… Jabar r time pelo na…”

  “Keno dada? Hoyeche ki?”

  “Are, ekhon ami boshe boshe ki korbo? Kaaj karbar nei…”

  “Toh, dada… Amar choto bhai biswas korche na…”

  “Ki?”

  “Je memshaheb er je ekhono dudh hoy…” Ami hashlam… Bollam

  “Ha… Mayer moto ekhono dudh hoy…”

  “Chotoshaheb amio bollum, kintu amar choto bhai biswas korte chay na… Bole, ota banano kotha…”

  “Tahole, biswas na hole dekhacchi…”bole ami ebar ma ke daaklam… Ma shuye chilo… Amar daak e niche ashlo… ashar por, ami bollam

  “Ma, edike, asho kaaj ache…”

  “Ki emon kaaj je amay tui bichana theke uthiye niye ashli?”

  “Ma, Noren dar bhai na biswas korche na, tomar ekhono dudh hoy…”

  “Ki bolchish eshob?”

  “Shotti ma… Tomar moto mai jora r ektao nei ei tollate… Ektu oke dekhiye dao na ma…”

  “ki bolchish tui? Or shamne… Ebhabe…”

  “Keno, o ki bairer manush naki?”

  “Na… Kintu…”

  “Kono kintu noy… Cheleta biswas korche na… Or toh bhalo mondo jante hobe, tai na…”

  “Suhil… Eta thik hocchhe na…” kintu ke shone kaar kotha…. Ami ma ke tene niye amay kole boshiye, Sareer achol khana shoriye fellam… R tar bishal bishal mai jora beriye porlo… Ta dud her tankir dike ha kore takiye thaklo… Eto boro mai jora bodhoy cheleta kokhono dekheni…

  “Ta, dada ei dekho… Dudh ber hoy…” bole ami ebar mayer ekta dud her bota dhore tip dilam… R finki mere halka dudh beriye ashlo… R tate Noren er bhai er puro mukh ta ha hoye gelo… O chokh jeno fete beriye jete chaiche… Ami ebar ekta dudh mukh pure niye ektu chosha dilam… R amar mukh bhore gelo, gorom mishti dudh e…. Aah… She ki shwaad… bollam

  “Umm… Besh moja… Joto khai totoi khete icche kore… Tumi khabe dada?”

  Ma bollo

  “Ai, char… Char… Noren er ma jodi chole ashe?”

  “Eshe ki dekhbe? Chele mayer dudh kheyei pare… Tai na Noren da?”

  “Ha, chotoshaheb…. Amio ekta khai…” bole Noren da ebar arekta mai mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo... Ma r ki korbe? Amader choshar moja nite laglo… Noren er bhai ke bollo

  “Kaoke bolo na jani, ha? Bairer lok janle mondo bhabbe… Bujhecho?”

  “Ha memshaheb….” Or jeno mukh bondho hobar konoi jo nei… O ha korei takiye ache amader dudh khawa niye… 10 minute por jokhon dui sider dudh e shesh hoye gelo, tokhon amra charlam… Ma bollo

  “Ekhon tor choto bhai ta ki khabe?”

  “Aha, tomar je boro mai, kichukhoner moddhei dudh e toitumbur hoye uthbe…”

  “Amar toh r ager moto dudh hoy na, je ekhon tora amar dudh diye puro elakay payesh redhe khawabi… Ekhon olpo hoy…”

  “Tumi chinta koro na… Choto bhai er jonno feeder er dudh toh achei…” ami heshe bollam… Ma ebar saree thik kore chole gelo… R Noren er bhai dour marlo abaro bathroome… Keno sheta nishchoi apnader r bolte hobe na…

  Shondhay… Noren da ektu bazaar e giyechilo… Matro firlo… Firei dekhe, tar bhai tar jonno dorjar shamne wait korche…

  “Oh, dada… Gechile koi?”

  “Ektu kaaje… Keno, ki hoyechilo?”

  “Na… Emni…”

  “Kichu bolar thakle bol…”

  “Na, bolchilam ki? Amar ekhono biswas hochhe na, je tomra obhabe memshaheb er dudh khao… tao dine dupure…”

  “Ha… Dudh toh khabari jinish… Tai, khai…”

  “Bolo ki? R tomar shaheb kichui bole na?”

  “Shaheb bolbe kokhon shuni? Shaheb bari thakle na, egulo kheyal korbe… Shaheb toh barie thakena…”

  “Tai toh boli...”

  “Ta, chara… Choto shaheb je ekhono dudh khay, sheta shaheb jane…”

  “Jane?”

  “Ha… Tai toh side diye amio dudh kheye nei…”

  “Ta, choto shaheb ki dudh e khali khay?”

  “Dudh khawa toh shobe shuru… Aro koto kichu je kore…”

  “Ki kore?”

  “Aha, eto besto hocchish keno? Shobe gotokaal eshechish… Ekhoni toh shob dekhano shombhob na… Aste aste shob e dekhbi…”

  “Ki dekhbo dada?”

“She jokhon dekhabo, tokhon dekhbi… Ekhon shor, barite dhuke haat mukh dhobo…” bole, Noren da ebar dhuke gelo… Amar room e eshe bollo

  “Amar bhai ta ki shob aabdar korche janen dada?”

  “Ki abdaar korche?”

  “Jigesha korchilo, memshaheb kemon sheta tar janar khub icche…”

  “Tahole, kotha bolte bolo…”

  “Are, chokra jodi moner kotha jante chaito, tobe toh hotoi…. Onno kichui jante chaiche…”

  “Ki jante chaiche?”

  “Memshaheb er gotor ta ashole kemon, sheta janar khub icche…”

  “Tai bujhi… Dudh duto toh dekhloi…”

  “Ami tai oke bollam… Shobe toh shuru…. Ektu dhorjo dhor… Shob dekhte parbi… Bhul korechi chotoshaheb?”

  “Na… Bhul kichui boloni… Jai hok, ami niche naamlam… chayer teshta peyeche…”bole ami bikaler khabar khete niche naamlam… Neme dekhi, ma raater raana korche… R Norener bhai arek side e boshe boshe cha khacche…. R bishal bishal pachar dike ek nojor e takiye ache… Ma je raante raante aste aste pacha dulocche, sheta sareer upor diye dekhei, or bhai er chokh aatke geche…

  Ami ebar aste kore oke bollam

  “Ki go dada…. Ki dekhcho?”

  “Koi kichu na saab…”

  “Aha, bolo amay… Ami toh tomar bondhur motoi…”

  “Na… Kichui na…”

  “Kintu ami je dekhlam, tumi ekmone amar mayer pachar dike takiye acho?”

  “Na, mane… Ha, mane….”

  “Aha, emon amta amta korbar dorkar nei… Dekhcho, shikar koro…” Cheleta bhoy bhoy ekakar… Bollo

  “Ami bhule takiye felechilam… R takabo na saab…”

  “Shuno, bhoy pabar kichui nei… Bhoy paccho keno? Mayer pachakhana bishaal na?”

  “Ha… Mane, na…”

  “Ki bolcho dada? Mayer pacha bishaal na?”

  “Ha… Mane, Na…”

  “Tumi mone hocche confused… Darao, tumi bhalo kore ekta look nao…” bole, ami oke tene niye ashlam mayer kache… R amra hatu gere mayer pachar shamne boshlam… Ma tokhon ranna korte besto… Bollam

  “Ebar kaach theke bolo, ki mone hocche? Boro naki?”

  “Ha… Mane, Na…”

  “Tao, toh dekhchi, tumi bujhte parcho na…” Ma ebar jigesha korlo

  “Ki hoyeche baba? Tora ekhane ki korchish?”

  “Na ma… O biswas korche na… Je tomar ki shubishaal pacha ache… O confused…”

  “Dhur ekhan theke shor…”

  “na ma… Confusion dur korano dorkar…” bole, ami ebar mayer petticoat khana uchiye fellam… Uchale, mayer bishaal bishaal pacha prokaash pelo… R tate, Noren er bhai er puro chokh upore uthe gelo… She eto boro pachao baaper jonme dekheni, etate sure thaklam…. Ma bollo

  “Char char… Eta ki korchish tui? Tui ki pagol hoyechish?”

  “Aha, cheleta ke dekhte dao… Cheleta tomar pod ektu dekhe bujhbe… Ta na, khali disturb korcho…”

  “Eta ki thik hocche re Suhil?”

  “Tumi chup chap darao…” bole ebar ami mayer pacha jugol du haat diye faak kore Noren er bhai ke dekhate laglam… Torjoni diye mayer chotto poder futoy angul dilam… R amar angul ta hariye gelo mayer bishaal ondhokar gorte…

  “Shanti moto ranna korteo dibi na tui?”

  “Aha, tumi tomar kaaj koro… Dada, dekho, ki shundor amar angul ta dhuke geche mayer pod er futoy… Ekhon dekho duto dhukalam… Duto na… Tintai dhukbe… Dekhecho, ki shundor dhukeche… ma ter pacchoo?”

  “Tui tinte angul amar pod e bhorbi, r ami kichui bujhbo, ta ki hoy?”

  “tobe amar angul ta ektu kamriye dao toh tomar pod diye?” ma heshe, ebar pod ta ektu tight korlo…

  “Dekhle kemon kamre dilo mayer pod? Tar poreo tomar biswas hocche na?”

  “Ha hoyeche dada… hoyeche….”

  “Tobe toh bhalo… Tao, darao…. Ebar dekho…” bole, ami ebar angul dhoka obosthatei mayer pod ta chata shuru korlam… R ma araam e chokh bondho kore fello… Ebar taratari ungli korte laglam mayer pod… Ma ekebare oshohay hoye gelo…

  “na… na… na… aah…”bole chilliye amar dike pod ta egiye dilo… R ami unglir speed aro bariye dilam… R tate ma r thakte parlo na… Jol khosiye dilo…

  Ami ebar gud e ektu angul ta dhukiye chete bollam…

  “Umm… Ma… Bhalo bhalo… ranna koro… Ami gelam… Porte hobe…” bole, ebar mayer pod e ekta chapor mere chole gelam…

  Kintu mone holo chapor ta Noren er bhai er gale laglo… She tokhon pore gelo matite…. Tarpor, abaro doure bathroom…..

  Porer din shokale... Shokal 11ta…

  Ami boshe boshe porchi… Hotat, Noren er bhai eshe bole

  “Dada, ashte pari?”

  “Ha… Aay… Bol dada…”

  “Dada, hoyeche ki, kichukhon age phone eshechilo… Ami pashe chilam, tai dhorechilum… Dhorar pori, ke jeno ki bollo, ami mukkho manush, kichui bujhini… Khali bujhlum, amay bollo bolte je tomar kon bondhu jani bipode poreche campus e… Bole phone kete dilo…”

  “Ki bolish tui? R ki boleche?”

  “Ami mukkho manush, thik bujhi ni… Naam dhaam jigesha korbar agei line kete gelo…” bole, cheleta mukh nichu kore rakhlo… Ami r ki korbo, bollam

  “Acha, thik ache… Tui bari thak… Ami ashchi…”

  “Memshaheb ke dupur khabar niye kichu bolbo?”

  “Keno?”

  “Na, jodi dupure khete ashen, tahole khabar baire rakhte bolbo…. Nahole, rekhe debo…”

  “Oh… Ami mone hoyna bari firte parbo… Tui, make bolish ami dupure barite khabo na…”

  Cheletake keno jani khub utfullo mone holo… Bollo

  “Acha, thik ache… Ami memshaheb ke thik bole diboni…” bole beriye gelo… Amio odike, tarahuro kore pant shirt pore dour dilam, campus er uddeshe…

  Edike, barite Noren da r buri boshe boshe TV dekhchilo... Tokhon, cheleta eshe bollo

  “Dada, ekta kaaj chilo…”

  “Ki kaaj?”

  “Amay campus e jete bolechilo Suhil da…”

  “Toh ja choto shaheb er campus e…”

  “Kintu dada, amar toh shokaal theke pet kharap… R kemon jani matha ghurocche… Tumi jete parbe?”

  “Keno?”

  “Ami jani na… Kintu ki jani ekta telephone ashlo… Amay ke jani bollo, Suhil ke bolte, campus e or bondhu bipode poreche… Taratari ashte… Oi karonei hoyto… Ektu jao na dada…”

  “Hmm… Acha, thik ache…”

  “Tumi ki dupure khete ashbe?”

  “Na… Jete jetei toh dupur hoye jabe… R okhane kotokhon lage ke jane… Ami baire kheye niboni chotoshaheb er kach theke taka niye…”

  Bole, ebar noren o beriye gelo... Ebar cheleta or mayer kache jay… To, ebar Boren orofe Chotu (Noren er choto bhai er naam) or ma ke bollo

  “Ma… Tui eto TV dekhish na… Tui ghumote ja…”

  “Kenre?”

  “Shon, tui buri boyoshe eto TV dekhle tor matha betha korbe…”

  “Toke ke boleche?”

  “Ami shedin TV te dekhechire… Ek daktar bolchilo je buro ebong baccha der TV dekhle matha betha hoy…”

  “Ami toh olpo…”

  “Toke jokhoni dekhi, tokhoni dekhi tui TV dekhchish… Ekhon chup chap ghumo… Ghum theke uthe abar dekhish… Ja…” bole, ebar Chotu buri ke pray thelei guest room e pathalo… Buri ektu obaak e holo… Ebar buri ke bollo

  “Tui chup chap ekhon ghumo… Ami ashchi…” bole, ebar buri ke rekhe chole gelo… Burir tokhon kemon jani shondeho laglo… Chele kokhonoi make niye eto matha betha nei, r aaj pray jor korei TV dekha bondho koriye ghumote pathalo… Tai, she chupi chupi pechon pechon gelo cheler… Dekhe, Chotu kitchen e dhukche… Er por, dur theke pordar aral theke dekhte laglo…

  Ma aaj ekta patla nighty pore ache… Nightyr niche shobhabtoi kichui nei… Ei nighty ta baba kine diyechilo, shudhu tar shamnei porar jonno… Gotoraate, Norenda eta ber kore bole, eta porte… Ma bole, “Etar tomar shaheb shudhu she jokhon thakbe, tokhon porte boleche…”

  Noren da boleche “ Shaheb er hoyei toh shob kaaj kar bar korchi ami… Tahole, eta porte shomoshya ki?”

  Ma hesheche… heshe kichui na bole, lokkhi meyer moto pore Noren ke trial diyeche…

  Jai hok… Oi nightyr karone, mayer pacha aro daabka lagche… R dudh guloe bhalo kore kheyal korle puropuri bojha jay…

Ebar Chotu ja korlo, ta besh bishoykor… Ma ked eke jigesha korlo

  “Memshaheb, eta ki?”

  Ma takiye dekhe, ekta bra… ma bole

  “Chi… Ota kothay pele?”

  “Na… Chade… Kapor ante giye dekhlam… Eta ki jinish?” Emon bhaab kore bole, jeno bhaja mach ta ulte khete pare na chele…

  “Ota pore…”

  “Kotha pore memshaheb?”

  “Ota, bra… buke pore…”

  “Keno pore memshaheb?”

  “Buk dhakar jonno…”

  “Apni ekhon dhaken ni?”

  “Na… Ota bashay pori na… baire ber hole pori…”

  “Keno poren?”

  “Lokjon jate amar dudher dike na takay…”

  “Keno? Dekhle ki shomoshya?”

  “Lokjon ki bhabbe bolo…”

  “Acha, eta ki apnar?”

  “Ha…”

  “Na… Hotei pare na…”

  “Keno?”

  “Apnar eto boro dudh… Etate aatbe ki kore?”

  “Ki je bolo… Jodio eta market er shob cheye boro… Tao amar ektu tight hoy…”

  “Na memshaheb… Eta shombhob na… Eto choto bra diye kono bhabei shombhob na…”

  “Shotti…”

  “Na, amar biswas hoy na…”

  “Ki hole biswas korbe?”

  “Jodi ashole apni pore dekhate paren…”

  “Ki bolcho eshob? Tumi barir kaajer lok hoye amay bolcho tomar shamne bra porte?”

  “Memshaheb, raag korchen keno? Ami jibone kokhono ei bra jinishti dekhini… Ekhon ami gramer chele bole apni amay opomaan korben?”

  “Na… Na… Ami ta bolchi na… Mane, ebhabe shobar shamne…”

  “Keo toh bari nei… Chotoshaheb geche campus e… Dadao tar shathei geche…”

  “Keno?”

  “Campus e ki shomoshya…”

  “R tomar ma?”

  “Ma ghumocche… Ekhon ami ek bhabei biswas korte raji… Jodi apni amay ota pore dekhate paren…”

  “kintu… Ebhabe…”

  “Tahole, apni mitthya bolchilen…”

  “Acha, jao thik ache… Tumi jokhon biswas e korbe na…” bole, ebar ma aste kore tar kader duto fite khule fello nightyr… Khule feltei, she shundor kore haat diye dudh lukobar cheshta korte thake… Kintu je bishal dudh, tate ki r haat diye para jay? Tao ebar ma koshte shushthe, aste aste bra ta dudh e lagalo… Kintu ebar hook lagabar belay bollo