Kokhono kokhono manuser jiboner ekti raat ba ekti muhurtor jonya onek kichu bodley jay

Kokhono kokhono manuser jiboner ekti raat ba ekti muhurtor jonya onek kichu bodley jay. Amar jiboner temoni ekta muhurto chilo 2008-er 22 December. Ami Rupu, se somoy 24 yrs. Matro ek bochor agey biye hoyeche. Dudin theke baritey eka chilam, kenona amar bor gechilo tour-e. Kotha chilo 24 Dec phirey esay amake niye babar baritey beratey jabe. Amader pasher flatey je family ta thake ora gechilo oder meyer bari. Oder khub bishwasta kajer cheleti oder flat-a thakto. Cheletir nam Joy , boyosh 20 hobey.

December-er rat, khub thanda tar modhey abar brishti porchilo. Ami rat nota nagad khawa dawa sere jokhon TV dekhchi se somoy khub jhor shuru holo, sathe prochondo bojropat. Sare nota nagad khub jore bojropat holo monay hochilo jeno amader chade-i poreche. Amader duto flat-er light chole gelo, sathe kemon jeno pora gondho. Ami ekta candle jwaliye nilam; janala diye dekhlam onyo flat gulote light royeche. Ami amader flat-er dorja khule Joy ke deke bollam light-er byaparta ki hoyecche dekhte. Joy amake bollo, “Baudi, chadey giye dekhte hobey, apnake torch-ta dhorte hobey”. Amra dujone chadey gelam chata o torch niye. Tokhono khub bristi hochilo. Joy torch niye pole-er samne giye dekhe bollo, “Baudi, ekhane sob thik royecche, tai onyo flat gulote light jwolche, mone hoche amader duto flat-a bhitore kichu hoyeche”. Etimodhey amra dujonei prochondo bhijey gechi, ar majhe majhe bidyut o chomkachilo. Ami bollam, “Joy puro bhije gechi, bojropato hoche, kaj nei chadey thakar, cholo niche choley jai”. Amra dujonei chad theke neme aslam. Niche asay amra dujonei amader flat-a gelam, Joy ekta mora-te danriye amader main switch box khule fuse-take thele ditei amader flat-a light jwole uthlo. Etokshon ja kheyal korini ta ebar lakshya korlam - amar nightie bhije sob antorbas prokot hoye utheche. Ami ekta towel gaye joriye nilam. Joy sedike lakshya na korei bollo, “Baudi, ebar amader flat-a ektu torchta dekhabe”. Ami amader flat bondho kore oder flat a dhuklam.

Oder main switch box ta bed room-a. Joy upore uthe box ta khullo, fuse takey chepe ditey Joy ekta electric shock khelo ar laf diye mora theke neme elo. Kichu ekta gondogol hoyeche ami dure thekeo bujhe perechilam, ami bhoye jante chailam, “Joy ki hoyeche?” Joy hese bollo, “Hath ta bheja to shock kheyechi, apnar towel ta ektu din hat ta muche nei ar apnar hawai chappal ta din ota rubber-er ache”. Ami towel ar hawai chappal ta oke dilam ar torch-er alota durey phellam jatey amar bheja shareer-ta dekha na jay. Joy ekta barmuda pant o shirt pore chilo,[bangla-choti-online.blogspot.com/] segulo theke-o jol jhorchilo. Ami oke bollam, “Dress ta change kore shukno kapor pore tarpor current-er jinishe hat dao, noile abar shock khabe”. Joy bollo, “Kothata thik bolechen, daran ami change kore asi”. Ei bole Joy onyo room-e chole gelo, ar sekhan theke amake deke bollo, “Baudi, torch-ta niviye rakhun, pore kaj korar somoy dorkar hobey”. Ami torch ta niviye ondhokare danriye roilam. Minute dui pore ondhokarey payer shobdo peye mone holo Joy asche, ami bollam,”Ki Joy asay gecho?”

Joy uttor dilo na kintu bed room-er dorjata bondho korar halka shobdo pelam. Amar kemon jeno bhoy korlo, ami abar daklam,”Joy, kothay tumi”. Joy uttor dilo ebar, “Baudi ekhanei, torch jwalaben na, sara barite current hoye royeche, ebar apni-o dhakka khaben, pakay danriye thakben na, pashe bichanay uthe bosun”. Baire thokhon prachur jhor brishti hoche, ami Joy-er kothay bhoy peye ondhokare hatrey hatrey bhije kapor niyei bichanay uthe boslam. Ter pelam Joy-o asay bichanay boslo. Ami bhoyarto bhabey oke jiggesh korlam,”Ebar ki hobe?” Joy bollo, “Baudi ebar bidyut noy, tomar jubati dehota amakey shock diche”. Ami dhomok dilam, “Ki abol tabol bolcho Joy” ar sathey sathey torch ta jwalalam. Ebar sotyi amar shock khabar somoy, bichanar opor Joy amar pashe puro nogno, or birat purushangota driro hoye danriye royeche. Ami kichu bolar agei Joy amar torch ta kere niye ek dhakkay amake bichanay suiye dilo ar nijer ulongo dehota niye chepe boslo amar opor. Ami chotphot korte korte oke bollam, “Chere dao, ami chechabo kintu”. Joy bollo, “Joto khushi chechao, ei jhor brishti-te keu kichu shunte pabe na….baudi, tumi-o eka amio eka, jibone kokhono samne theke nangto nari dekhini, aj tomake chete pute khabo ar tomar kache shikhbo purush howa kakey boley”.

Ami pranpone chesta korte laglam Joy-er hat theke chara pete. Amar bhije kaporey bichana bhije uthche, kintu bichana theke ut-tei parchi na, amakey chepe dhorey royeche Joy-er ulongo dehota. Or hat amar nightie-r bhetorey dhuke amar ston dutoke pagoler moton khable choleche. Ami joto badha dite chaichilam Joy totoi bhoynkor hoye uthchilo ar phis phis kore amake bolchilo, “Keno lajjya korcho, chardik ondhokar, keu kichu janbe na”. Amar kachey badha peye o ek somoy khub rege giye amar thot duto jore kamrey dhorlo.[bangla-choti-online.blogspot.com/] Ami chitkar korbo ki, ami ter pelam or tana tanitey amar bra chire choleche, Joy sathey sathey ek hatey tene amar bheja nightie-r ba dikta-o chire phello ar amar ba diker ston ta beriye portei o nipple-takey mukhey pure jore jore chustey shuru korlo.

Dhostadhosti-te amar nightie-ta etimodhye amar hatur oporey uthe giyechilo, Joy ek hatey otake komor porjonta uthiye dilo ar or hat-ta amar panty-r bhitor dhukiye amar kokrano ghono jonilom guluke nirdoyer moton tan-te shuru korlo. Joy bollo, “Bhalo meyer moton sob kichu dao, ektu-o byatha debo na, noile…..” etuku boley Joy aro jore amar jounager lom gulo tene dhorlo. Nijer chaite boyoshe choto o onyo barir kajer cheler hatey ei henosthay amar rag o opoman dutoi hochilo, ami dhakka mere oke amar deher opor theke soriye debar chesta korlam. Amar ebarer pranpon dhakkay Joy amar opor theke bichanay pore gelo kintu pray sathey sathey-i amar chuler muthi dhorey nisthur bhabey amar galey o pachay chor martey shuru korlo ar tene tene nightie-ta puro chire phello. Amake tene bichana theke namiye mejhete phele dilo Joy ar shuru korlo lathi martey, sathey mukhe ashrabbya gali galaj, “Shali tokey aaj emon mar marbo je tui badhyo hobi nijer icchay sob kichu ditey, marey bhoot palay ar tor satipona palabey na?” Joy chor o lathi kheye ami or pa duto joriye dhore bollam, “Amar bibahito jibonta nosto hoye jabe, keno emon korcho? Amake chere dao please”. Joy kono uttor na diye hechka taney amar poroner panty-ta gorali obdi tene namiye dilo ar ekta angul amar jonitey dhukiye jorey jorey khonchatey khonchatey bollo, “Shali, tor to bhije-i royeche abar natok korchis keno?” Joy amar jonitey emon bhabey angul chalachilo je ami na chaileo amar joni poth rashey sikto hoye gelo.

Ami hothat ulongo abosthate-i palabar jonya dorjar dikey chute jete o amake tene dhorlo. Ami hatu gere bosey okey chere debar anurodh janate Joy amar chuler muthi dhorey amar matha-ta or samne tene aney or uthito lingota jor korey amar mukhe dhukiye dilo ar anyo hat-ta diye somaney amar buk dutoke doltey laglo. Joy or lingo ta eto mukher bhitor dhukiye dilo je or jounager lomgulo barbar amar mukhey sursuri dichilo. Kichukshon ebhabey cholar por Joy bollo, “Ebar dekhbo tomar sex-er icha jagatey pari kina”.[ranga.surzo@gmail.com] Ei bole o amakey abar bichanay suiye dilo, duto pa phak kore dhorlo ar or thot neme elo amar jonitey. Ar ektu por jokhon Joy-er groom jiv ta amar jonir bhitorey dhukey chardik pagoler moton chatey laglo, ami nijer monei bujhe gelam ar amar roksha nei, ami nijeke samlate parbo na ar. Amar eto somoyer badha sob durbol hoye gelo, ami tibro sukhey gongatey shuru korlam. Kotokshon ebhabe cholechilo jani na, ek somoy ami nijeke samlatey nap ere Joy-er mukhta dhakka mere amar joni theke soriye dilam ar sob kichu bhule okey onurodh janalam amake tripto kortey. Joy muchki hese nijer barata amar jonir govire probesh koriye amake chudte shuru korlo. Ami tokhon jouno sukhe bibhor, bhule gelam je ami ekjoner stree, bhule gelam je amake je onkoshayini korche se amar pasher barir kajer lok.

Ek nirlojjya kamuk khelay mete uthlam dujone. Ami probol akorshone tokhon Joy ke joriye dhorechi, Joy-er barata probol bege amake aghat korte roilo ar ami nirlajjyer moton sei pashabik milon upobhog korte roilam. Ek somoy uttejona eto beshi holo je ami Joy ke anchrey kamrey dilam; Joy aro beshi jorey jorey amake aghat kortey shuru korlo are k somoy ami jokhon jouna sukhey bibhor hoye royechi, or barata phuley phuley amar jonitey ontohin birjya pheley amar jonipoth bhijiye dilo. Dujoney dujonke prochondo uttejonay akre dhorlam. Je goponago nijer borer jonya chilo, ta kebol onyo purusher kache unmukto-i holo na, onyo purushurer purushango ke-o bhitorey astey diye sob satitwa jalnjoli dilo. Se ratey ar nijer flat-a phera hoyni, ulongo shareer niye Joy-er nangto dehotake dhorey shuye roilam. Joy jeno seemahin, kichutei kshidhe mete na; pordin sokal obdi aro dubar amar sathey ratikriya korlo.

Sedin ratey Joy amader flat-a elo ar je bichanay amar o amar borer phulsajya hoyechilo sei bichanatei amar sathe jouna miloney aboddho holo. Mithye bolbo na borer abortomaney amio sie milon khub upobhog korechilam. Je kothata ami jantam na ta holo amader flat-a jedin ami Joy-er onkoshayini hoyechilam sedin amar kichu ulongo photo o amar ojante gopon camera diye tule rekhecchilo. Porey kokhono ami okey badha ditey chaile-i o amakey bhoy dekhato oi photogulo amar bor ke dekhabe bole. Ami badhyo hoi Joy kothamoto oke nijer deher sukh diye khusi rakhtey.[bangla-choti-online.blogspot.com/] Bochor khanek ebhabe jay; amar swamir obortomaney din dupure-o ami badhyo hoyechi or jouna kshuda meta-te. Kintu goto tin-char mas agey amar swami jokhon bairey chilo, Joy amakey bhoy dekhiye badhyo kore or sathey shohorer baire jete. Jabar pothey highway-er pashey ekti dhaba-te o amakey niye jay are sekhaney din dupure badhyo kore ek truck driver-er sathey joni milon kortey. Bhoye badha dei ni kintu Punjabi truck driver-ti amakey emon bhabe choday je dudin ami norte parini.

Ei ghotonar din doshek por amar swami bari nei emon ek ratey Joy amake badhyo kore or sathey durer ekti baje hotel-a jete; sekhaney ekti room-e kichu kom boyoshi madyapo cheler sathey amake dukhiye dei. Se ratey emon kono nongra kaj nei ja chele gulo amar sathey koreni, emonki chole asar agey pratyeker purushango chusey nijer mukhe oder birjyapat nite hoyechilo. Ami sposto ter pachi je Joy amake diye taka kamachey, kintu photogulor jonya sob mene nichi.[bangla-choti-online.blogspot.com/] Joy-er arthik obastha-o ekhon phire geche. Ami okey bujhate chaile o boleche je or ar amar proti kono akorshon nei, kintu jehetu amar jouban roye geche, tai o amar jonya “customer” anche ar nijeo kamiye niche. O amake nirlojjer moto boleche, ‘Tokey ami bhalo beshya baniye charbo”.

Ei du mas agey-o sei dhaba-te Joy amake diner bela badhyo koreche ek rickshaw wallar sathey milito hotey. Kintu sob chaitey baje ghotona hoyeche tar por jedin amar borer anuposthiti-r sujoge Joy rater bela onyo ek truck driver ke amader flat-a niye aseche ar sara rat dhorey amader bichanay or jouna kshudha amakey meta-te hoyeche. Janina ebhabe kotodin cholbe, ek rater bhuler jonya grihobodhu hoye-o ami beshayar moton hoye achi.

BORO BONER GUD

Ekdin bikal bela paser basar Anne apu phone dilo aar amare tader basha-te jaite koilo. Anne apu tokhon Medical 5th year-a pore. Dekhte shunte valoi aar pacha-ta mama-ra jotil. Anne apu khub dekhte shundor, forsha aar boobs 33 holeo pacha-ta at least 35 tooo hobei, moja hoilo sheye 5-7 height-er aar komor matro 24. Tai, rasta diya hatle polapan emnitei tar dike ghuira takaito. Amar 5-5 height niya kokhono sahosh koira vabi nai je tar dike chokh tuila takano jabe, sotti kotha bolte ki ami onake bagher moto voy kortam, kintu mone mone tare chinta kore khichte valo lagto

Tooo jai hok, bikal bela tader basha-te giya dekhi, uni chara basha-te aar keu nai, uncle office theke ratre firben. Jak, ami Anne apur kache giye boshtei uni amar dike besh gomvir hoye bollen, "Ae, oedin je toke aar Neli-ke rekhe ami class korte chole gelam, shei din tora ki korchili bol, sotti kore bol haramjada!" Ami tooo voye shesh, tao mukh-chokh shukaye bollam, "Kichhu na tooo apu, amra tooo school-e gechi." Anne apu motamoti gorjon kore bollen, "khobordar, amar sathe mittha bolbi na, ami toder school-mate-der kache khoj nichi, oedin tora school-e jash-e nai". Uni ektu dom niye bollen, "Amar dharona tora kharap kichu korchish, na hoile Neli porer tin din khoraya khoraya, dui pa fak koira hatbe ken?" Ami chinta korlam chapabaji kore par paite hobe, bollam "Anne apu, ami aar Neli apu oedin ekta jayega-te gechilam moja korar jonno, school palaite echchha hoichilo tooo tai, aar Neli apu rasta-te pichhla khaya poira betha paichilo". Anne apu aaro rege giye bollen, "Dekh, chapa marle onno kono jayega-te giye mar, ami medical-er chatri, amar kache marish na.

Ami jani Neli-r ki hoiche, sure oo tor sathe shuiche kintu hymen(pore shunchhi oeta naki guder pordar scientific nam) chhira bechara aar tin din utthe pare nai, bol ae kotha sotti kina?" Ami mone mone bollam "Magi, shob jokhon janoi tokhon abar vong koira jiggasha korar dorkar ki?" aar Anne apu-ke bollam, "Kosom khodar apu, tumi kauke boilo na, taile amader khobor hoye jabe. Tumi ja bolba ami tai korbo!" Uni amar dike takaye bollen, "Ekhono thik kori nai toke aar Neli-ke ki shasti debo, tobe sure tor mar kache bole debo". Amar tooo pura jan ure gelo. Uni tarpor bollen, "Kintu ekta bepar bujhte parlam na, Neli-r tooo boyfriend ache, farhan thakte oo tor sathe korlo ken?" Ami torbor kore bollam, "farhan bhai khub taratari mal out koira dey, Neli apu emon-ki dhukaiteo pare nai tar sathe!" Anne apu gorom chokhe takaye bollen, "O, boro chelera shob hijra hoye geche aar tumi pichki ascho purush hishebe amar bon-ke chudte? Ta tomar dhon eto boro je tumi boro apu-der chuida shuyaya falaite paro?"

Ami tooo Anne apur mukhe emon dialog shune thoo, jai hok minmin kore bollam, " Na, amar dhon temon boro na, matro chhoy inch (Mama-ra ki aar korum kon, amar dhon ja tai tooo koite hoibo, amar tooo aar apnader moto jader 8 ba 10 inch dhon na! Khiks) kintu ami onekkhon mal dhoira rakhte pari". Anne apu conspiracy korar moto chapa shore bollo, "Ta tumi kotokhon mal dhoira rakhte paro chad?" Ami aste aste bollam, "Ae 20-30 minute (Mama-ra apnader doya-te ekhon ae figure-ta motamoti 45-50 minute-e taina niya aichi, regular practice makes a man perfect )". Anne apu bollen, "Ami bisshash kori na, amar bondhu-rai taratari mal out koira dey, aar tui pichki eto khon mal dhoira rakish?" Ami shahosh koira koilam "Bisshash na hoile porikkha nao." Anne apu bollen, "Tui ki vabish toke diye ami amar gud marabo, jak vag ekhan theke, tor bar bohut barche, toke emon shikkha debo je tui ekdom chup hoye jabi". Ami besh voy pelam, kenona ekbar onek choto belay Anne apu amake kan dhore tader basha theke baire fele dichilen, aj abar oe-rokom kichhu korle moha jhamela hobe. Tar upor etokhon ae-shob sexy kothabarta shunte shunte amar choto babu abar bore miya-e porinoto hoiche. Kintu Anne apu bollen, "Aye amar sathe!"

Ami uthe daratei amar shorts-er moddhe bore miya besh tabu toiri kore fello. Anne apu oe-dike takaye heshe fellen, bollen "Tor shahosh ache pichki, jharir moddheo tui dhon khara kore felish. Ta kar kotha mone kore tor dhon boro holo? Amar?" Ae kotha bole uni amake onar room-e niye gelen aar onar bichana-te boshalen, bollen "Chup kore boshe thak, aar kono sound korbi tooo khun kore felbo. Ae bole uni amake bichanar pashe pa diye shuye porte bollen. Ami shuye portei uni alto kore amar dhone ekta chapor marlen. Tarpor shorts-ta ek side-e shoriye diye heshe diye bollen,"Tor tabu londo vondo kore dilam". Ami tooo hotobak. Uni aste kore amar dhoner mundi-ta dhore chulke dite laglen, ami arame chokh bujlam. Uni bole jete laglen, "Toke ekta kothin shasti ditam, kintu amar period cholteche bole akhon dite parbo na. Period shesh hok, tarpor dekhbo tor dhon koto shokto. Ami Neli na je jeno teno performance diye lengra kore fele rakhbi. Amake chudte holle majar jor lagbe. Amar tooo mone hoy ami gud diyei tor dhon kamriye kheye felbo." Shahosh pura firre aslo aar moner jor-o, besh jorei bollam "Emon kotha tomar bon-o bolchilo, tarpor tooo tin din thik moto hattei pare nai, bathroom korte geleo bechari naki amake gali diche. Valo, valo tomra ek line-e amar dhon khaoyar chesta koro aar amio tomader gushti chuida hor koira dei".

Anne apu abar kopot gomvirota dekhiye bollen, "Tor mukh tooo khub kharap hoye geche ekhoni, boro bon-ke shomman na dish jake chudbi taake tooo shomman dibi!" Ami bollam, "Sorry, bujhte pari nai je negta boro bon-ke shomman jananor jonno kotha kom bolte hoy; Ki korbo bolo valo kore je shomman debo tar upay-o tooo nai, tumi tooo duniya rongin agei kore rakhchho, naile ami aj tomar duniya-te rong lagaya ditam". Anne apu bollen, "Good, ae bar tor kotha besh vodroshto hoiche aar er purushkar shorup ami toke ekta blow dibo, er agge amio kokhono blow dei nai". Ae bole uni shundor amar dhoner aga chatte laglen aar ami bichana-te adha-shoya hoye moja marte thaklam. Kintu ektu porei eto gorom hoye gelam je mukhta ha koriye alto kore dhon-ta onar mukher moddhe dhukiye choto choto thap dite shuru korlam.

Ektu oshuidha hochchhilo, kenona onar datt-e first dike betha pachchilam, kintu ektu porei uni oviggo sucker-er motoi dhon chushte laglen. Minute pachek erokom korar por amar matha pura out hoye gelo, jemon korei hok amake lagatei hobe! Ami onake nanavabe bujhate laglam, kintu onar ek kotha period-er somoy lagano jabe na, infection hote pare. (Kotha-ta maina choilen mama-ra, Magi doctor tooo tai ae ekta kotha sotti-e thik koichilo). Nana kayeda kanun korte laglam, onar boobs ber kore chuste laglam aar hatt diye dolle dolle onno boob-ta gorom kore dilam, kintu no effect. Onar nisshash gorom aar ghono hoye aelo, buk haporer moto othanama korte laglo (Sotti mama, jara ae scene dekhen nai tara bujhteo parben na juboti meye-der buker unbalanced othanama ki jinish!) Chehara forsha theke lal hoye gelo, kintu uni onor.

Tokhoni matha-te buddhi-ta elo. Achchha, bohu 3x-e tooo dekhchi, goya marle kemon hoy? Ami minmin kore onake bollam, "Anne apu, bolchilam ki, tumi-o gorom khaicho aar ami tooo gorom hoye achi-e, jodi chao, ami tomar goya marte pari". Uni rege giye bollen, "Toke na bolchi vodro kore bolte?" Ami voy petei uni abar bollen, "bol, apu ami apnar pacha diye amar bara-ta dhukai?" Ami tai boltei uni bachcha meyeder moto hattali diye bollen, "Khub moja hobe, ami kokhono goya...sorry pacha-mara khai nai!" Ami hotobak hoye bollam, "Sheki, tomar eto boro pacha, parar chelera shob osthir, ar tumi pachaa-te chodo nai?" Uni lokkhi kore heshe bollen, "Tor ki dharona pacha marlei pacha boro hoy? Na re pagol, gud marleo pacha gol aar shundor hoy."

Jak, access peye ami tooo mohakhushi. Alto kore onar selowar-ta namiye panty shoratei life-er prothom barer moto pad pora meye dekhlam. Uni shundor kore pad shoriye rokto muche dilen. Ami amar dhon onar putkir futate set kortei uni shiure uthe bollen, "Oh, tor ki matha-te echchha cholteche Nelir moto amakeo khora bananor? Na chad, shei chance dibo na, ja oe-room theke cream niye aye". Ami guti guti paye cream niye eshe nijer dhon aar onar putkir futa jobjob kore cream mekhe nilam. Tarpor set kore ektu thela ditei 'puch' kore mundi-ta onar pode dhuke gelo. Uni 'uf' kore uthtei ami onar mukh pechon theke chepe dorlam. (Mama-ra guder tulonay pod at least tin gun tight, jara janen tara tooo janen-e aar jara janen na tara parle aj-e try koren, its delicious!). Tarpor onar mukher upor hatt rekhei ami komor-dola dite laglam. Matha-te hothat dusto buddhi ashlo, mone mone koilam "shali tumi amare kao je pagla shako naraish na?

Darao tomar khobor ache." Ami joto jore shomvoh onar ponde dhon diya chodon deya shuru korlam. Uni-o amar bod buddhi bujhte paira shorar chesta korte laglen, kintu ami totokhone onek pither upor uitha dhon diya onar putki pura gaitha felchi. Porer minute doshek motamoti rodeo khellam cowboy-der moto, uni jotoi amare fele diye nijere charate chaye ami totoi jor kore dhon-ta onar ponde guija rakhte chai! Ponder side faita lal hoya gelo, kintu ami aar nami na, magi ja gali dilo ta bolar na. "Khankir po tui tor mordangi onno kauro loge dekha, amar putki fataish na, leorar nati, tore chudte dichi rape korte dei na, shona chele , lokkhi bhai amar tui amar gude laga kintu amar dofa rofa korish na", kintu ke shone kar kothaa, minute doshek ae shob shunte shunte ami gorom khaiya valo moto onar ponder moddhei amar mal dhaila dilam. (Believe me mama-ra er por life-e onek bar pod marchi aar onek-bar jore korchi, but oe diner moto moja ar pai nai, jemon magir gali temon tar ponder gorom aar temon rodeo styler chodon, ekbar tooo thelte thelte ami tare bichanar kona theke pura bichana guraichi, mone hoile ae lekhar somoy ekhono dhon kharaya gelo!)

Ektu por huss firre asle ami dorer thelay onar pod theke amar dhon bair koira nilam, uni sathe sathei bichana-te kat hoye pore fopate laglen. Ami onake dhore bollam, "Apu ami tomake betha dite chai nai, kintu matha gorom hoye gelo..." Uni bollen, "ja vag, pacha fala fala kore ekhon shohag dekhate ashchen, ja ber hoye ja ekhon basha theke". Ami mon kharap kore kapor guchiye bashate chole aslam. Kintu tin din porei Anne apur phone pelam, "Ae pondmarani, khanir nati ektu tooo khoj nibi boro apu-tar, baicha ache na ponder jalate moira geche?" Ami khik khik koira haisha bollam, "Neli tooo tindin bair hoy nai, tomar koy din?" Oni bollen, "chailei ber hote partam, kintu tor dhon gud diya chhira falanor agge aar basha theke bair homu na boila thik korchi, naile amar nam Anne-e na. Tui ashbi naki ekhon?" Ki aar kora, cricket khela chilo, cancel kore royana dilam tar bashar dike, hajar hok boro bon-der kotha tooo shunte hoy!