Aamar naam Aalo. Kolkata te thaki. Ei golpoti suru hoi jakhon aamar boyosh aathereo. Sobe joubone pa diyechi. Nijer sorirer dike najor porle bhison abhiman hoto bhagabaner upor. Karon, amar gaayer rang kaalo. Kaalo holey o, aamar sorir er gothon besh bhalo, mai duto maajhri roop niyeche. Kintu ta sottyo aamar boyoshi onnyo meyeder maton aamar kono chele bandhu jotey ni. Taar kaaron, amar uchhota maatro 5’. Kono cheleyi aamar maton ekti kaalo aar bête meye ke niye ghure berate bodh hoye lojja peto. Barir sabai amake niye khub chintito chilo, amar biye niye.
Amar dui dada, borda Kamal, amar theke 5 bochor er baro ebong chorda Tushar, amar theke 3 bachorer baro chilo. Amar ekti choto bhai o chilo, Shyamal, amar theke 2 bachorer choto. Baba rail e kaj korten. Ma ghore thakto aar amake niye chinta korto. Aami sobe school er gandi paar hoye college e uthechi. Raasta diye titkiri sunte petam, ‘kali jachhe’ bole. Nijer upor aastha chilo na. Ei bhabei aamar jibon par hochillo.
Thik takhon aamar jibone dui ti ghatana ghote. Ek aattiyer biye barite giye chilam. Sekhane aalap hoi babar bhaijhir sathe. Babar Bhaijhi, Samparke aamar jethtuto didi, kintu bayose maa er boyosi. Eto din ora banglar baire chilo, sobe Kolkata te eseche. Onar chele Rahul khub handsome dekhte. Chordar boyosi. Baire thake. College er pora sesh kore eseche. Dekhlam dada aar chordar saathe khoob mishe gelo. Dadar saathe chakrir bajar niye kotha bolche. Rahul ke dekhe keno jani na aamar buker bhitor ekta jamat betha anubhob korlam.
Biye barir theke phire asar din dui por, aamar ek bandhobi, Dola, aamake taader barite daklo.
Dola aamar theke dui bachorer baro, kintu aamra eksaathe school e portam. School er gondi sesh hobaar por, dujone aalada aalada college e bhorti hoi. Kintu aamader bondhutto komey ni. Dolar baba ma praey baire jeto sara din er jonno, tai oder barite aamra dujon miley khub golpo kortaam. Dujon dujon ke sob boltam. Aamader priyo bishoy chilo sex, Dolar bhaashay, choda chudir golpo. Nijeder sorir ullongo koreo eke apor ke dekhie chi. Sex niye aamra khub aalap aalochona kortam. Dola aamake bolechilo je o kumari noy, teen char jon er saathe sex o koreche. Aamio utshaaer saathe okey jigyesh kore chilam, “Kaar saathe re?”
Dola haste haste bolechilo, “Aache re aamar du teen jon naagor aache, jaader daakle eshey aamar jounno khida mitiye daye.”
Aami aabar jigyesh korlaam, “Prothom kobe korli?”
Dola bolechilo, “Aaj theke praye du bachor aage.”
“Kaar saathey?” aami prosno korechilaam.
Kichukhon chup kore theke Dola bolechilo, “Kauke bolbi na to?”
Aami bolechilaam, “Ma Kalir dibyee, kauke bolbo na.”
Dola ektu ektu michki haasi mukhey ene bollo, “Aamar mama aamar gudey taar baara dhukiye aamar gud phaatiyeche.”
Sune obaak hoye gelam. Bollam, “Tor mama? Se to onek boyosko.”
Dola bollo, “Taate ki hoyeche, se je bhaabe aamake baarar sukh diyeche, jowan chelerao taar dhaare kaache jai na. Jowan chele gulo to meye dekhleyi henglaar maton jhaapiye porey aar sudhu nijer sukh tai upobhog korey jato taratari parey paalaye. Aamader meyedero je kichu sex upobhog korar aachey bojhey na.”
Dola aaro bollo, “Mama ekhono sujog pele aamake chude deye. Aamio mamar kaache chodon khete bhaalo baashi. Ta chaara mama aamake anek rakom bhabe choda chudi kora sikhiyeche.”
Dola aamake taar sex er ovigyotaar golpo bolto. Segulo niye jokhon charcha korto takhon aamar uttejona barto. Ek bar dukhho kore bole chilam aamar mato kalo meyer saathe kono chele sex korbey na. Dola saahosh jugiye chilo aamake, bolechilo or mama ke ba or boy friend ke bole aamar jonno ekti chele jogar kore debe. Se sob dui maash aager kotha, mone o chilo na.
Sakal 10 ta nagad Dola der baari giye dekhi dola eka, or baba ma Asansol giyeche. Raatre phirbe. Dolar Baba Ma prayee jaye Asansol e kono kaaje. Aamake dekhe Dola jorie dhorlo aar bollo aaj khub moja hobe. Dekhlam khabar toiri. Khabar er poriman dekhe jigyesh korlam, “He re Dola, eto khabar korechis keno.”
Dola haaslo aar bollo, “aamar aro bandhu ra aasche.”
Dui glass sarbot niye ese aamar samne boslo, aamake ekta glass dilo. Glass e chumuk diye kemon jeno jhajhalo mone holo. Jigyesh korlam, “Eta ki re?”
“Kheye ne, dekhbi bhalo lagbe.” Dola bollo.
Glass sesh kore amar kemon lagchilo. Sara sorir jeno garam anubhob korchilam. Uthte ichhe korchilo na. Dola ke bollam. Dola aar ek glass sarbot niye eshe dilo aar aamake praye jor kore khaiye dilo.
Aar bollo, “toiri thaak aaj toke kumari meyer theke paripurno mohilate parinato kore debo.”
Kotha ta sune moner bhitor bhison bhoy korte laaglo, bollam, “Ei Dola, ki jaata bolchis, aami kichu korbo na, aami baari jaachi.” Uthey daarate gelaam, toley pore jaachilaam, Dola dhore odeyr sofar upor bosiye dilo. Dola bollo, “Eto bhoy paachis keno, aamar duto bandhu aasche, chele bandhu, ora aamader dujon ke chudbe, bhoy ki, aage tui dekh ora aamake ki bhaabe chode, taar por tui chodaas, dekhbi bhison bhaalo laagbe, khub moja paabi.”
Sara sarir eliye pore chilo. Ekta abosh bhab. Chokh duto aapna aapni bujhe jaachillo, haath pa o naarate paarchilaam na. Dola aamar paase boslo, aamar buker upor theke saarir aachol ta soriye aamar mai dutoke tipte laaglo. Sorir er bhitor kemon ekta sihoron jaaglo. Mukhey tao bollam, “Dola, ki korchis, chere de.” Aamar haath pa naarate paarchilam na, bhison bhaari bhaari laagchilo. Dola kichu na boley aamar blouse er hook gulo khule, bra er upor diye aamar dudu dutoke chotkaate laaglo. Bollo, “Dekh, meyeder dudu tiple kirokom sorrier modhye uttejona hoi, aar guder bhetor garam sokto baara dhukle, sukh e sukh.”
Calling bell er awoaaje, Dola uthlo. Tatokhone aamar bra o khule phelechilo Dola. Aamar dudu duto phule uthechilo Dolar tepa tipite. Mai er bota gulo sokto hoye daariye chilo. Sob dekhte paarchilaam, anubhob korte paarchilaam, kintu sorir ta bhison bhaari bhaari laagchilo, naara chaara korte paarchilaam na. Khola buk niyei sofar upor eliye chilaam. Kichu khon pore dekhi duti chele eseche. Dola ekti cheleke jorie dhore chumu khete laglo. Cheletio Dolar dhaasa mai dutoke chotkate laaglo. Onnyo cheletio Dolake pechon theke joriye or saara sorir er upor haath bolaate laaglo. Dujone miley Dolar salwar kameej khule phello. Bra aar panty pora abosthey Dola chele dutoke thaamte bollo. Odeyr haat dhore aamar kache niye elo. Etokhon chele duto aamake dekhte parey ni. Ebar ardha ullongo ekti meye dekhe du joney jeno anonde ullashey aatyohaara. Jigyesh korlo, “Maal ti ke Dola darling?”
Dola heshe bollo, “Aamar bondhu, aaj porkonto kumaari aache, kono dino chodan khaye ni, tomaader kaache aaj prothom chodon khaabe. Tobey aaste aaste kore, okey aami sorboter modhey ashudh khaiye diyechi, taai o naara chaara korte paarche na.”
Duto cheleyi aamar dike takiye haaslo. Ekjon aamar paase ese boslo. Dudu dutor upor haath bolaalo. Aamar sorir e jeno kono sakti chilo na. Aamar saarir aachal ti matite lutiye chilo. Mukh diye sudhu ekti awaj berolo – ‘na’. Cheleti aamake kole kore niye bichana te niye aaslo. Sekhane niye amar sorir theke sob kapor chopor khule phello. Aamake sompurno nangto kore dilo. Dola o dekhlam puro nangto hoye aamar paase suye porlo. Bhison bhoy korchilo, Khali ‘Na, Na,’ bolchilam kinto haat pa narabar sakti chilo na.
Chele duto o taader kaapor chopor khule nangto hoye gelo. Ei prothom aami kono boyoshko cheler baara dekhlaam. Ekti chele aamar mai duto ke jore jore aata makhar maton dolchilo. Pagoler maton chumu khachillo aamake aar aamar dudher bota duto chuschilo. Aami takhono nara chaara korte paarchilam na, oshaar hoye porey chilaam. Cheleti aamake chere uthlo aar Bollo, “Ekebaare moraar maton porey aachey re. Mora chudete ki kaaro bhaalo laage? Dola rani, katokhon ei maal ti morar maton porey thaakbe.”
Dola aamar paase suye annyo cheletir baara ti mukhye niye chuschilo. Dwitiyo cheleti aamake chere, Dolar kaache giye dollar ekti mai chooste laaglo, aar dudu chotkate laaglo. Kichokhon por cheleti Dolar dudu chere Dolar komor dhore tene, okey haatur aar haater upor bhor diye paacha uchhu kore raakhlo. Dola takhono prothom cheletir baara jeeb diye chat chilo aar mukher modhey niye chuschilo. Cheleti Dolar maatha dhore or mukher modhey baara ta dhokaachillo aar baar korchilo. Dwitiyo cheleti ebar Dolar gude angul dhukye naarate laaglo. Du teen minute por cheleti Dolar pechone haatu gore bosey, or baara ti diye Dolar gudey ghoste laaglo. Baaraati phule sokto hoye chilo. Dola ek haath pechone kore cheletir baarati dhore, or guder bhetor jaayga maton laagiye dilo aar cheleti Dolar komor dhore ek dhaaka dilo. Dekhlaam Dolar guder bhetor cheletir baara ti praye sampurno dhuke giyeche.
Duti chele takhon Dolake jaapte dhore jouno khelate matto. Dola o uttejito bhaabe ekti cheler baara chuse jaachillo aar onnyo cheletir chodon upobhog korchilo. Adbhut sob awaj korchilo teen jone mile. Aami takhono oshaar hoye pore chilaam aar dekh chilaam odeyer choda chudi. Je cheleti Dola ke diye taar baara chosaachillo, hotaath Dolar chuler muthi dhore jore chechiye uthlo. Saara sorir kempe uthlo. Dolar thoter theke saada saada ki sob chuiye porchilo. Cheleti taar baara Dolar mukh theke baar korlo, aar songe songe Dolar chokhe mukhe cheletir birjyo ros chitke esye porlo pichkirir maton. Cheletir birjyo ros pora bandho hoteyi, Dola cheletir baarati ek haath diye dhore, jeeb diye chete poriskar korte laaglo.
Takhono onnyo cheleti pechon theke Dolar guder modhye taar baarati ekbaar dhokhaache aar ekbaar ber korche. Dolar mukhey jeno ekta triptir haasi. Cheletir songe paala diye nijer paacha dolaache aar chodon khaache. Gola diye gongaanir awaaj. Je cheletir baara Dola chuse diyechilo, se ebaar aamar kaache eshye aamar mai tipte laaglo. Aamar aabar bhison bhoy korte laaglo. Cheleti aamar thoter upor taar thoth rekhe aamake chumu khete laaglo aar tar jeev aamar mukher bhitor dhokaabar chesta korte laaglo. Anek kostey nijer mukhta soriye phellaam. Cheleti aamar buker upor bosey taar baara ta aamar dudher khaajer bhitor ghoste laaglo aar dui haath diye dudh dutoke chepe dhorlo taar baarar upor. Jore jore baara ta saamne pechone korte laaglo aamar dudh duto chepe dhore. Baarata aabar biraat baro aar sokto hoye giyechilo. Aamar dudh gulo betha korchilo, aami sudhu chere dite bolchillaam, kaandchillaam, kintu aamar kotha keu sunchilo na.
Itimodheye je cheleti Dola ke chud chilo, jore ekta awaj kore Dolar guder modhye taar birjyo phele dilo. Dola o jore haapaate haapaate ekta gongaanir maton awaj kore saara sorir eliye suye porlo. Cheleti ebar aaste aaste taar baara ti Dolar guder theke ber korey aamar dike taakiye Dolar paase suye porlo. Aamar buker upor prothom cheleta takhono aamar dudur khaaje baara ta rekhe saamne pechone naaraachilo.
Ei kore praye 20 minute paar hoye gelo. Aaste aaste aamar ghor kete jaachilo, haate paaye ektu ektu bol phire aaschilo, aar thik taakhon cheleti jorey aamar dudur bota duto dhore chepe jeno chimti kaatlo. Bethay gola diye gonganeer awaj beriye gelo aar cheleti taar sob birjyo pichkirir maton phele dilo. Aamar mukhye, maathaye aar bukey or birjyo ros chitke porey maakha maakhi hoye gelo. Jor kore haath diye cheletike sorabar chesta korlaam. Dwitiyo cheleti takhon uthey bosey bollo, “Aarey, meyeta jegey utheche re, Dola oth, chepe dhor maal ta ke, aami chudbo.”
Dola uthe aamar pa dutoke bhaj kore aamar buker dui paase tene dhorlo. Aamar buker upor thekey prothom cheleti ebaar aamr maather kaache bosey maathata dhore jor korey taar birjyo maakha baarata ghoste laaglo aamar thoter upor. Kichu bojhar aagey dwitio cheleti tar baara ti aamar joni te ghoste laglo. Nijeke kichutei chaarate parchilam na. Teen jone mile chepe dhorechilo aamake. Hotath aamar jonir bhitor sanghatic bheta anubhob korlam, jeno ekta churi diye aamake keu chire diyeche. Chechiya uthlam…. tar por aar kichu mone nei….. aami gyan haralam.
Du ek baar ektu gyan phire chilo. Prothom baar jokhon gyaan phirlo, takhon anubhob korlam chele duto aamar sorir niye jouno khelay matto. Ek jon aamar jonir modhye taar baara dhukiye bhison jore jore thaap maarche aar aamar dudu dutoke khaamche rekheche. Aar ekta chele or baara ta aamar mukher modhye dhokabaar chesta korche aar aamar chool dhore taanche. Oder pasur mato attyachar aami sojhya korte parchilam na aar aabar gyan haralam.
Ditiyo baar jokhon gyan phirlo, dekhi Dola haatur upor bhor diye bose aache, or panacha uchu kora, aar ekti chele pechon theke or jonir modhye baara dhukiye okey chudche, aar Dola onnyo cheletir baara mukhye diye chooshche. Hotath je cheleti Dolar mukhye baara dhokaachillo, dekhlo je aami taakiye aachi, Dolar mukher theke baara ber kore aamar kaache aaslo. Aamake ulto kore suiye, komor uthiye dhorlo aar or baara ta aamar paachar modhye dhokaabar chesta korlo. Aami kichu bojhar aageyee, dola duto baalish aamar peter niche raakhlo aar cheleti taar baara ebaar aamar paachar phuto te dhukiye bhison jore ekta dhaaka dilo. Aabar bethaye aami gyan haaralam.
Puro puri gyan jokhon phirlo, aami takhon puro puri nangto abasthaye suye aachi. Amar tol pete, joni ebong pachar daar e bhison bhetha, sara sarir e aathar maton ki sab lege aache. Bujhlam birjyo. Bichaanate aar aamar jaange rokter daag. Dudu doto phule aache. Thot duto o phola mone holo. Dola paase bose aache. Se o nangto. Garam jal diye aamar joni o pachar dar e sekh dichhe. Aaste aaste uthe boslam, Dola ke bollam, “e ki korli tui?”
Dola Haaslo aar bollo, “Tui to chodon khete giye ogyan hoye geli re, moja ta ter e peli na, Tobe aami aaj bhison enjoy korechi, dujone mile ja chodon dilo na, aaahhhhh, sorir er sob jaala mitiye dilo. Eto bhoy paas na, relax korte sekh, dekhbi sex er ki moja.” ekta tablet diye bollo, “kheye ne, betha aar phola kome jabe.”
Aami kath putuler maton tablet ta kheye nilam.
Dola aabar ekta tablet diye bollo, “etao kha, bachha pete aasbe na.”
Bhoyete siure uthlam ebong kandte suru korlam.
Dola aamake joriye dhore bollo, “aamader maton kalo meyeder keu bhalo basbe na re, aamder ei rakam bhabei sorirer chahida metate hobe.” Kichukhon chup kore theke aabar bollo, “Tokey peye dujone pagoler matan chudeche. Khali tokey noy, aamakeo pashur maton chudeche. Ora je paancha o chudbe bhabi ni. Ekjon aamake jorkore dhore rekhechilo, annyo jon aamar paancha chudeche. Tarpor ditiyo jon aamar paacha chudeche.” Aami Dolar dike phal phal kore takiye chilam, Dola bole jachillo, “Tui to ogyan chilli bole sudhu ekjon tor paacha chudeche. Aamar ponde o aaj prothom baara dhuklo. Aamar pond ta to dujone baara dhukie chire diyeche. Haat te asubhidha hochhe, Tobey aami ananda peyechi. Tui o er por aanando pabi. Dara khabar niye aaschi, aanek bela hoyeche.”
Ki bhabe khabar khelam mone nei. Bathroom e jete kosto hochhilo. Dola dhore dhore niye gelo. Gyeser e garam jol kore rekhe chilo, garam jol e snan kore ektu aaram pelam. Dola Joni te aar pachar daar e malam ghose dilo. Nijer kapor chopor pore tairi hoye nilam. Sorirer betha ekhono acche. Dola cha kore dilo, khelam.
Dola aamake hotath 1500 taka diye bollo, “eta tor, chele duto aamader chude aananda peyeche bole eto gulo taka diye giyeche. Mot 3000 taka, tor ardhek, aamar ardhek.”
Raage, ghennaye sara sorir ri ri kore uthlo.
Dola ke bollam, “Tui taka diye nijer sorir bikri korli?”
Dola Bollo, “Aamader maton meyeder e chara kono upay nei. Jouboner aanondo o upobhog kar aabar taka o kama.”
Taka ta Dolar mukher upor chure phele kono rakome odeyer baari theke beriye aslam. Sara sorir klanto ebong ektu betha betha o lag chilo. Ekta rickshaw niye baarir dike raona dilam. Bhoye o pachhilam, baarite Jodi bujhe phele? Sedin aamar bhagya bhalo chilo, load shedding chilo, tai keu bujhte pareni aamar abastha. Maatha bethar naam kore tara tari kheye bichana te giye suye porlam. Klantite kakhon ghumie porechilam ter pai ni.
Sokaale uthe nijer boi niye boslam. Boi niye bosai saar, khali nijer upor ghenna hochhilo. E ki hoye gelo aamar jibone? Aami ekta beshyar theke kom ki? Na, nijeke Santana di, aami nije kichu kori ni, ora aamake rape koreche, kintu aabar bhablam aamari to dosh, Dolar maton meyer saathe bandhutto kora. Na, nijeke sakto korlam. Biye na hoi na hobe, saara jibon eka kaatiye debo. Kono rakome nijer paaye darate hobe.
Bikele, bandhur baari jaachhi boley, college er kachhe ekti lady doctor bosey, tar kache gelam. Er aageo dui ek bar onar kachey college theke aamra meyera dhekhate aastam. Doctor didi ke bollam birth control er oshud chai, gato kal aghatan ghote giyeche. Doctor didi aamar dike aanekhon takiye bollo, “Tomar to ekono kochi boyosh, 18 bochor hoyeche ki? Ekhoni tumi sex korte suru korle? College e to sobe bhorti hole, jibon to ekhon sobe suru, chelera to tomake niye khela korche bujho na?”
Aami chup kore roilam. Doctor didi aabar bollo, “Nijeke sambhlao, chelegulo keu tomake biye korbe na, khali bodnaam hobey tomar, tomar bhalor jonno bolchi.”
Aamake tar chamber er bichanay suiye sara sorir parikha korlo.
Gombhir hoye bollo, “tomake ki keu rape koreche?”
Aami chup kore chilam.
Doctor didi bolte laglo, “Eirokom omanusik bhabe tomake chire kheyeche aar tumi chup kore aacho. Police e khabor dao. Jodi tumi khabor na dao aami police dakchi.”
Aami didir haath dhore kende phel lam aar sampurno ghatonata bollam.
Kandte kandtei bollam, “police e parbo na janate. Baba ma jaanle more jabo. Aapni bachan.”
Doctor didi anek khon chup kore theke bollo, “thik aache, kintu oi meyetir kache aar konodin jabe na. Aamake oi meyetir barir thikana ta dao, aami dekhi okeyo bachate pari kina ei janowar gulor haath theke.”
Dolar barir thikana dilam. Oshudh niye bari phirlam.
Bhoy chilo pete bachha asbe na to, na ashud kheyechi, kichhu hobe na. Chele duto aabar kono rakom bipode phelbe na to? Bhagaban bachao. Ei sob chinta korte korte char din paar hoye gelo. Manoshik dik theke ei char diney aamio nijeke saamle nilam. Aaro du din pore hotath sokal 10ta nagad Rahulda aamader baari ese hazir. Ami aar lojjaye ghar theke beroi ni. Rahulda o besikhon thaake ni. Dada ke niye kothay beriye gelo. Bikele Dada eka pherot elo. Ma ke bollo, Rahul er songe giye koyekta karkhana te chakrir abedan diye eseche. Dada Rahuldar khub prosongsha korlo. Aabar keno jani na aamar buker bhetor ekta jamat betha uthlo.
Sedin raatre swapno dekhlam, aami aar Rahulda kono ekta bagane bose aachi. Rahuldar haath aamar pithye, aamar matha rahuldar kandhye. Dujone dujonar dikye takiye aachi. Ghum bhenge gelo. Aami ghamachhilam. E ki chinta aamar. Kothay Rahulda aar kothay aami. Rahulda koto handsome, farsha, praye 5’ 8” lamba, aar aami ekta kalo meye, matro 5’ lamba. Chi ki aaje baje chinta korchi. Tar upor samporke aami or maasi hoi. O aamar bon-po. Aamar maatha kharap hoye giyeche. Na, aaje baaje chinta aar korbo na. Kintu aar ghumote parlam na. Khaali swapnor kotha mone pore jachhilo.
Rahulda 10 – 12 din antar prayei aasto. Sokale 10ta nagad. Dadar saathe bosto. Kakhono kakhono chordar saatheo bosto. Aamake dekhle sudhu kemon aacho jigyesha korto. Besi kichu katha aamake bolto na. Dada aar chordar saathe beriye jeto chakrir khoje.
Ek din Rahulda eshe chilo, Dada aar chordar saathe ki kotha hochhilo, aami cha niye ghore dhukhchilam, jakhon sunlam Rahulda bolche, “Nijer mone confidence raakho. Parbo. Chestar kono truti rakhbo na. Thik safal hobo jibone. Emon kono kaaj nei jeta aamra korte parbo na. Sudhu nijer upor biswas raakho, Nijer mone confidence aano. Ekta mone jed dharo, Aami chai, aaday kore charbo.”
Aami haa kore kotha gulo sunchilam. Cha diye aaste aaste ghar theke beriye gelam. Mone mone chinta korlam, jed, aamar chai, confidence, parbo, biswas rakho, kintu ki chai? Rahuldar bhalobasha…. chi, aabar e ki ja ta chinta korchi? Kintu ki korbo, aami ki Rahulda ke bhalo baste suru korechi? Sarata din buker modhye ekta jwaala niye katalam.
Adhir hoye opekhya kortam kobye Rahulda aasbe. Aami jeno ekbar chokher dekha peleyi santi petam. Bujhtam eta aamar ek tarafa bhalo basha. Ei bhalobashar parinam je oti bhayanak bujhtam tobu mone mone aami Rahuldar swapno dekhtam. Aamar Rahuldar proti prem jeno din din bere jete laglo. Kintu Rahulda ekbarer jonnyo o ei kalo meyer dike phire takalo na.
Dekhte dekhte ekta bachar par hoye gelo. Hotath ek din Dadar naame chithi aaslo, State electricity board e dadake apprenticeship er jonno join korte boleche. Ek bachor apprenticeship er pore chakri. Barite eto din pore jeno ekta khusir khabor peye sabai lafa lafi suru korlo. Dada bolte laglo Rahul er jonnoi ei chakrita sambhab hoyeche. Rahul nije jor kore form bhore chilo dadar jonno. Dada ke study material jogar kore diye chilo parikhya te jaate pass korte pare. Dada, chorda, dui joney Rahuldar khub prosangsha korte laglo. Baba Ma o Rahuldar khub guno gaan korlo. Aamar buker bhitor jeno garbe phule uthlo. Misti niye Dada aar chorda chole gelo Rahuldar bari.
Dadar training Kolkata tei chilo, tai Barir thekei jatayat korto. Dadar chakri hoye jabar por Rahuldar aasa jaoya o kome gelo. Dui maas pore hatath Rahulda aaslo. Haate anek misti. Ballo or o chakri hoye giyeche, tobe Kolkata te noy, Bangalore e. Sune aamar buk phete kanna uthe aaslo. Aami kono rakom nijeke sambhle bathroom e giye khub kandlam. Aar Rahuldar saathe dekha hobe na. Ati koste nijeke sambhle sobar saathe boslam. Se din chilo rabibar, tai sabai barite chilo. Sabai Bikel parjonto hai hai korlo.
Bikele Rahulda, Baba aar ma ke pranam korye, dada aar chordar saathe kola kuli korye Shyamal aar aamar mathaye hath buliye, “choli go Chotto mama aar aamar chotto masi” boley haslo.
Aami jigyesa korlam, “Aabar kobe aasbe?”
Rahulda bollo, “Ekhon to kichu bolte parchi na, tobye ek bochorer modhye noi. Nischinto thako, Chutite aasle, ekhane thik dekha korte aasbo.”
Rahulda chole gelo. Aamar buker bhetor jeno hajar poka kukre kukre aamar haar mangso chibiye khachilo. Ati koste nijeke sambhlalam.
Rahuldar kotha mone porlo, jed dhoro, biswas rakho, parbe, aaday karo, mone confidence aano.
Aami nijeke natun bhabe tairi korte suru korlam. Pora sunoy mon dilam. Chatro porate laaglam. Ei bhabe din kat-te laaglo. Majhe majhe Rahuldar chithi aasto Dadar aar chordar kache. Sekhan thekei Rahuldar khobor petam.
Dekhte dekhte bachor ghure gelo. Babar retirement er somay o ghaniye aaslo. Dadar chakri permamant hoye gelo. Chorda o ekti gari toiri karkhaanay chakri hoye gelo. Baba Ma aamar biye debar jonno uthey pore laglo. Besh koyekta patro pokhyo aamake dekhte aaslo. Sobar mukhe eki kotha, ‘mukhosri khub misti, chok duto bhari sunder, figure o chokh jhalsano, kintooo….. meye bhison kalo…. aar ektoo bete….’ Ma er chinta barte laaglo. Rahuldar swapno ekhono aamar mon e gethe chilo.
Aami 21 bochore pa dilam. Teen ti bachor paar hoye gelo seyi bibhisikhar dupur theke. Dolar saathe aar aamar kono din dekha hoi ni. Ora Asansol chole giyeche.
Dekhte dekhte 3 ti bachor par hoye gelo Rahuler saathe pratham dekha hobar par. Aami o aager theke aanek matured hoye giye chilam. Kintu Rahuler prati durbalota kichutei komye ni. Tobe mone mone thik kore chilam aamar jiboner sab ghatona ek din bolbo Rahul ke. Ha Rahul ke, aar rahulda chinta korte bhalo lagto na. Rahul…. Rahul. Aabar mone bhoy o chilo, Rahul sob sune Jodi aamake grhinar chokhe dekhe? Aami to nosto meye. Sechaye nah holeyo, aar to kumari noyi. Kintu Rahul ke jato tuku aami chinechi, se bhison practical. Hoyto aamake khoma kore debe. Ei sob elo melo chinta niyei aamar din kat chilo, hatath ekdin sakal 9 tar somoy Rahul eshey hazir.
Barite hullor pore gelo. Sobai khub khusi. Aamar buker bhitor anande jeno dhaker kathi baajte suru korlo. Dada aar chorda Rahul ke peye jeno natun jibon phire pelo. Dujonar ee office e jabar taara chilo. Ora Rahul ke bikel porjonto thakte request korlo, ora na phera porjonto. Rahul raaji hoye gelo. Ma aamake jal khabar banate bollo Rahul er jonno. Aami ati utsaher saathe luchi tarkari banate boslam, jeno aanek din por aamar bor phireche, taake seba korar ekta sujog peyechi. Mone mone pranam kore Rahul ke jol khabar dilam. Rahul haaste haaste khelo. Aami aar Shyamal o or saathe khelam. Baba, Dada aar chorda bhaat kheye nilo. Dada aar chorda office e chole gelo.
Aamio aajkal besh kotha bolte sikhe giyechi. Ekta confidence jeno aamake peye bosechilo. Parbo, aami parbo. Rahul er paase bosey aami rahul ke Bangalore kemon sahor, Chakri kemon laagche, kato din chuti ityadi jigyesha korte laaglam. Rahul aamar prosner uttor to dilo kintu aanubhab korlam je o jeno aamake natun bhabe dekhche. Ai Aalo ke jeno er aage kono dino dekhe ni. Tahole ki aami paarchi Rahul er mon kaarte? Anubhab ti mone aasteyi aamar chokhe mukhe jeno ekti bijoyinir haasi phute uthlo. Rahul er jeno aamar saathe kotha bolte ki rakam aswasti hote suru korlo. Thik takhon Shyamal o eshey aamader maajhe boslo. Rahul aabar sadharan bhabhe aamar saathe kotha bolte laaglo.
Baba retirement er aage ekti baari toiri korchilo. Tar kaaj dekhte jaabar kotha chilo. Shyamal o babar saathe jaabe. Rahul ta sune babar saathe jabar kotha bollo.
Ma sune bollo, “na baba, ei garam aar dhulor modhye dupur ta katiye ki korbe. Ekhanei thako, bisram karo.”
Baba o Rahul ke baari tei thakte bollo. Baba aar Shyamal beriye gelo. Aamra teen jone roye gelam baarite, ma, aami aar Rahul. Ma cha kore aamader saathe boslo.
Ma aamar biyer katha tule Rahul ke Kaalo aar bête meyer biye debar kato je jaala bolte suru korlo. Hotath Rahul ke ma bollo, “Rahul, tomar to anek chena jaana aache, dekho na baba Jodi tumi ekta bhalo paatro jogar kore dite paaro Aalor jonno. Aami tomake ekta photo o diye debo, dekho na Jodi paaro.”
Rahul haaste haaste, thattar choley bollo, “Dida, Tumi ki Aalo ke jigyesa korecho, o nije kone chele thik kore rekheche kina nijer jonno?”
Ma o haste haste bollo, “Jodi o nije kono chele ke pachando kore thake, tobey aamra haasi mukhe taake jaamai kore niye aasbo.”
Dujone haaste suru korlo, aar aami mone mone ma ke bollam, “Tomar saamnneyi to bosey aache paatro, takei jamai karo na.”
Maathay takhon aamar dustu budhi ghurche, chokhe mukhe dustu haasi. Ek mone Rahul ke dekh chilam aami. Rahul ekbar aamar dike takiye chokh ghurie nilo.
Ma taar raannar kaaj aar ghorer kaaj korte chole gelo. Ami aar Rahul sadharan kotha barta korte laglam. Aabar aamar mone holo Rahul ektu aswasti bodh korche. Mone mone haasi pelo. Maathay dustumi chaplo, aami Rahul er paase giye boslam aar khepabar taale jigyesh korlam, “Ta tumi to aamar jonno bor jogar kore aanbe, nijer jonno ki bou jogar korecho aage?” Chokhe mukhe takhon aamar haasi phutchilo. Rahul aamar dike takiye bollo,
“Aami to na hoi tomar bor khojar daitto nilam, ta tumie na hoi aamar bou jogar korar daitto to nie nao.”
Dujonei heshye uthlam.
Mathay ku budhhi chepechilo. Aami Rahuler haather upor aalga aamar haath rekhe muchki hese bollam, “aar Jodi boli je aami kauke bhalobasi, tahole?”
Rahul o haaste haaste uttor dilo, “Aalap koriye dao, tomar baba maar saathe aami kotha bolchi.”
Maatha nere aami bollam, “Aalap aami tomar saathe koriye dite paari, kintu tomake kotha dite hobe je aapatoto ei kotha tumi kauke janabe na.”
“Ba re ba, Jodi tomar baba ma ke kichu na boli, tara janbe ki kore tomar pachander cheler sambandhe?” haaste haaste Rahul prasno korlo.
Aami uttor dilam, “Aapatato aami chaina je keu januk aamar prem kahinir bepar ta.”
“Keno?” Rahul jante chelo.
“Bolbo tomake, sob bolbo porye, kintu tomake aage aamake chooye kotha dite hobe tumi kauke kichu bolbe na. Gopon rakhbe!” Aami aaste kore bollam.
“Aachha baba kotha dilam.” Rahul aamar mathey haath rekhe bollo.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Hmmm… besh, aasche sombar aamar college khulche, tumi aamar saathe sombar sokal 11 tar somoy college er samney dekha koro. Kauke bolbe na kintu.”
Rahul aamar dike ek aascharjo dristi diye takiye chilo. Tar por bollo, “theek aachey.”
Khusi te aamar buk phete gelo. Aanande Rahul ke jorie dharlam. Mukh theke berie gelo, “Tomake ashesh dhanya baad.”
Rahul ke chere paase boslam. Dekhlam Rahul bhison ekta aswasti bodh korche. Aamar o abastha sochoniyo. Rahul uthye daralo aar bollo, “Aalo, aami ektu chaad theke ghure aaschi, ekta cigarette khabo.” Or golar swar kemon palte giyeche. Ami kichu bolte bhoy pachhilam. Rahul chaad e chole gelo.
Nijer ghore esa boslam. Saara sorir uttejonay kaampche. Aagun niye khela korchilam aami. Sobaike ki purie char khar kore debo aami? Ekta jedh chepe chilo aamar modhey, Aamader mato kalo meyeder keu bhalobase na? Keno. Bhalobasa aaday korbo, Rahuler bhalobasa aaday korbo aami.
Aadh ghanta por Rahul chaad theke neme aaslo. Mone hochhe chokh mukh jal diye dhueche. Kemon jeno bokar mato takachilo amar dike. Ma khete daklo. Aamra khete boslam, ma, aami aar Rahul. Ma Rahul ke tader desher barir galpo sonachillo. Rahul mon diye sunchilo.
Khawa dawar por ma Rahul ke dadar ghore bisram korte bollo. Ma aar ami nijeder ghore gelaam. Aamar ghoom pachhilo na. Sudhu Rahul er mukh ta bhashchilo. Aaj jokhon Rahul ke joriye dhore chilam, aamar doodh duto or buker modhye sackto hoye giye chilo. Rahul ki ter peyechilo? Ki bhabbe aamake? Chi, ota kora ta bodh hoi uchit hoi ni, kintu tokhon aabesher mathaye joriye dhore chilam, okey eka paabo sara din bhebe. Eto tara tari je aami eka Rahuler saathe sara din premik premikar mato katate parbo bhabi ni. Ki korbo sara din? Kothaye Jabo? Ki korye aamar moner kotha okey sonabo? Kichu ekta upaye baar korte hobe.
Bikel 5 ta nagad ma aar aami uthe cha korlam. Ma Rahul ke deke tullo. Rahul haath mukh dhuye aamader saathe cha khete boslo. Takhonee baba aar Shyamal baari pheerlo. Aar kichukhon por chorda aar dada o baari pherot elo. Sobai miley Rahul ke ghire golpo korte laglo. Aami sudhu dur theke sobar chokh bachiye Rahul er mukhta dekhchilam. Raat aat ta nagad Rahul nijer barir dike raona dilo. Aami kaache gelam na, bhison mon kharap lagchilo tai. Chaad thekei dekhlam. Andhakare Rahul bujhte parlo na aami okey dekhchi. Bukta jeno phaka hoye gelo, Chokh diye aamar jol goriye porlo. Ghore dhuke hotath aamar maathaey ku budhhi dhuklo, gato kaal aamar period sesh hoyechilo. Ma ke bollam ekta maatha bethar oshudh niye aaschi. Oshuder dokane giye ekta matha bethar oshud aar ek maasher ‘birth control pill’ kinlam. Bari phirlam. Oshud khete suru korlam.
Choyta din…….Ei choyta din jeno kichu tei katchilo na. Somoy jeno aatke aacheye. Tar modhey kata ghaye noon chorate paser barir kakima aaslo. Kakima Rahul ke dekhechilo. Ma ke jigyesh korlo cheleti ke, ma bollo. Kakima bollo cheleti khoob bhalo. Ma o Rahul er prochur prosongsa korlo.
Kakima bollo, “Aamar Madhur biye thikh hoye giyeche, ta na hole tomader boltam Jodi oder jaat bichaar na thaake, sambandho patano jeto.”
Kothata sune aamar hingsate ga jole gelo. Ichhe korchilo chechiye boli, ‘najar debe na Rahuler dike. Chokh gele debo.’
Ma kakimake takhon haste haste bollo, “baloto tomar choto meyer jonno kotha paarte pari.”
Kakima bollo, “Dipti to sobe 19 e porlo. Dui bochor pore biyer chesta korbo. Tato din ki or baba ma apekhya korbe?”
Ma ki bollo sunbar jonno apekhya kori ni, raage,aamar sorir kaamp chilo.Kauke kichu bujhte na diye uthe nijer ghore gelam. Bhison hingsha hochillo.
Emnitey Kakima ra khoob bhalo. Maash aatek holo aamader paase eshechey. Dui meye. Madhu aar Dipti. Madhudi aamar theke ek bachorer baro aar Dipti aamar theke dui bachorer choto. Aamra somoy pele tinjone mile golpo kortam. Kintu aaj jeno oder aamar satru mone holo. Oder aami hingsa korte laglam.
Aboshesheye aamar aapekhya sesh holo. Choy din por protikhito sombar ese hazir holo. Aamar buker modhye ekta chaapa bhoy uki dichillo. Kintu mone ekta uttejonao chilo. Baba ma ke aagei bole rekhe chilam, eta aamar final year. Tai class sesh kore aamra bondhura miley library te notes tairi korbo. Baari firte deri hobe.
Snan sere, ekti kochi kalapata ranger saree pore college jabar jonno toiri holam. 10 tar modhey college e poucholam. Tin tolaye, Common room er ekti janlar paase bosey college er gate er baire najar rakhchilam. Buk ta dhar phar korchilo. Aasbe to….. du charte bandhura eshe chilo, hasi thatta cholchilo, bollam aaj class korbo na, hoi to berobo. Ekti meye jigyesa korlo kothay, bollam dekhi, kothay niye jaye. Sobai haste haste bollo ooooohhhhhh, boyyyy friennnnd…. bhalo, ja ghure aaye.
Egorota bajte paanch minute aagey dekhi taxi thekhe Rahul naamche. Aami uthe porlam. Bandhura aamake aatke dilo, jigyesa korlo, “konta re?” Dekhalam, sobai haa kore takiye roilo. Aami doure neeche nemey aaslam. Nijeke ektu sambhle, aaste aaste Rahul er dike egolam. Rahul aamake dekhe jeno ekta pathorer murtir maton daarie roilo. Chok duto baro baro kore jeno ekta khub ascharjo jinish deckche.
“Suprobhat Rahul”, bolte bolte aami or dike egiya gelam. Rahul kemon bokar moto amta amta korte laglo. Kache giye aalto dhakka dilam, swapner desh theke o pherot aaslo.
Jigyesha korlam, “Ki holo?”
Nijeke sambhle o bollo, “Na thik aachey, suprobhat.”
Rahul dekhlam edik odik kauke jeno khujche. Tar por aamar dike phire jigyesh korlo,
“Koi kauke to dekhchi na, Kothaye tomar boy friend?”
Aamar haasi pelo, mone mone bollam, ‘ei to aamar paase daarie aache’,
Aar haste haste bollam, “Eto utola hochho keno, sara din to pore aache. Ki, tara huro aache naki?”
Rahul o haslo, kintu kemon jeno hasita… mone hochhe dukhher….ba irshaar????
Aamar bondhura takhono teen tolar common room er janalar theke haat narachilo. Aami tara tari Rahul er haath dhore haat te suru korlam. Aami aamar aangul gulo Rahuler aanguler bhitor dhukiye haat chilaam. Khub bhalo lagchilo. Jokhon aamader sorir eke opor ke chuchillo, aamar tokhon pa du to kamp chilo. Rahul ke bollam taxi korte, Howrah Botanical garden jabo. Rahul Taxi korlo.
Taxi te bosey, aamar buker bhitor haturi petar maton hritpindo ta cholchilo. Kono kotha bolte sahosh hochillo na. Bhagaban ki hobe, aabar nijei nijeke bollam, nijer mone jor aano, aattobiswas rakho, ja hobey, hok, dekha jabey. Dekhlam Rahul o chup chap aache, kemon jeno boka boka dristi diye bairer dike dekhche.
Botanical Garden e pouche, ekta nirjon jayga dekhe aami boselam ebong Rahul ke o paase boste bollam. Rahul itostoto bhabe paase boslo, ebong chaari dike takiye ki jeno khujte laglo. Kichukhon pore aamake prosno korlo, “Tomar boy friend er kota nagad aasar kotha?”
Mone mone besh bhalo lagchilo, Rahul er abastha dekhe, mone hochillo or modhey jeno ekta irsha bhab uki dichhe. Bollam, “dhoirjo dhoro, jante parbe.”
“Tomar boy friend er naam ki? Aami tao to jaani na.” Rahul ek mone bole gelo.
Aami aaste bollam, “Naame ki jaye aasey.”
Rahul sunlo ki sunlo na bujhlam na, bollo, “Koto din dhore cheno okey?”
“Teen bochor,” Rahuler dike takiye bole phellam.
Rahul bollo, “Teen bochor? Bah! Bhaloi….. Ta, o ki tomake propose koreche na ekhono koreni.”
Aabar aami Rahuler chokhe chokh rekhe bollam, “Na, Na o aamake propose koreche, na aami okey.”
Rahul aamar kotha sune bollo, “ Ati sundor, aajob premik premika tomra… ta ebar ki?”
Ki bolbo thik bujhte par chilam na. Ektu bhebey bollam, “Asole, aamar mone hoy o janeyi na je aami okey bhalobashi, ta chara aami nijeyo nischinto bhabey jaani na o aamake bhalobashey kina.”
Sune Rahul aaschorjo hoye jigyesh korlo, “Taar mane? Tumi ki bolte chao!”
Aami bollam, “Kono dino taake boli ni.”
“Hey Bhagaban! Tahole tumi aamake ekhane ki korote niye eshecho.”
Khoob dhire golaye bollam, “Aaj aami taake sob bolte chai, aami taake bolte chai………… aami tomake bhalo bashi.”
Rahul palta prosno korlo, “Ta hole teen bochor dhore tumi ki korecho?”
“Opekhya……..Opekhyae chilam sujoger, okey aamar moner kotha janabar” aaste aaste bollam aami.
Rahul ragoto bhabe bollo, “Tahole aamake keno ekhane deke niye eshecho, Tumi to okey eka dekei sob bolte partey.”
Uthey jachillo Rahul. Haath ta chepe dhorlam aar korun dristi te taakalam or dikey. O aamar dikey takalo, tar por aaste aaste boslo aamar paase.
Bollo, “Kichu ekta problem aachey tai na. Bolo aamake sob khule.”
Aami chup kore chilam kichu khon, hi bhogoban aar koto khule bolbo, kanna pachillo aamar. Chokh diye du phota jol o goriye porlo. Rahul haath uthieyo namiye nilo.
Aami chokh mucheye matha nichu kore bollam, “Tomake to aami sob bollam.” Buker bhitor dukhher bojha jeno chepe chilo. Rahuler dike takalam.
O kichu bolche na dekhe bollam, “Aasha kori tumi aamake grhina korbe na.”
Rahul aschorjo hoye bollo, “Ghrina, keno ghrina korbo keno?”
Aami bollam, “Aami je tomake sob bolechi????”
Rahul bollo, “Ha thik aache, aami bujhi tomar feelings tomar boy friend er proti, kintu tomake to okeyo bolte hobe, aar aamar mone hoi na o pachondo korbe kono tritio beckti saamne thakook jokhon tumi okey bolbey.”
Aamar ebar haasi peye gelo aar boley phellam, “Jokhon tomakey bolechi tokhon keu chilo ki?”
Rahul uttor dilo, “Na.”
“Ta hole tritio beckti ti kotha theke aaslo.” Dustumir chole boley phellam.
Bujhlam Rahul aamar kothar matha mundu kichui bujhlo na, bokar moto aamar dike cheye roilo. Tar por bollo, “aami kichui bujhlam na tomar totha.”
Heshe phellam, Bollam, “Cholo khide peyeche, khai kothao.”
Rahuler haath dhore okey tene tullam aar bollam, “Tumi eto bhalo ekta chakri jogar korle ki kore bolo to? Aamar to mone hoi tomar ektu upor tola ta khali aachey.”
“Ki? Aamar intelligence niye prosno korocho?” Rahul o heshe bollo.
Botanical Garden er baireie ekta bhalo restaurant e ek konay phaka ekta jayga dekhe boslam dujoney samnasamni. Aamie Rahul ke kichu jigyesh na kore du jonar moto Khabar order dilam. Rahul chup kore dekh chilo. Khabar diye gelo. Rahul ebar ki bhebe jigyesh korlo, “Tumi ki tomar boy friend ke aaj aaste bolechile?”
Khabar barte barte aami chotto kore utter dilam, “Ha.”
“Kotar somoy aasar kotha or?” Rahul prosna korlo.
Aami bollam, “egarota.”
Rahul ekbar aamar dike takalo, ekbar nijer gharir dike takalo, tar por bollo,
“Tahole kothay o.”
Aami aar thakte parchilam na, bole phellam, “o ekhanei aache.”
Rahul chaari dike takate suru korlo. Restaurant ti te, aamader chara tokhon aar keu chilo na. Kau ke na dekhte peye bollo, “Kothay?”
Nirlajjer mato bole boslam, “Ekhaneye, tumi sottie ekta tube light, aami jake bhalo bashi, se aamar samney bose aache.”
Boley aami chokh buje matha nichu kore bose roilam. Ja hobar hobe, Jodi chole jaye, chole jabe, aami hereye giyechi, Jodi thappor maare, maaruk, aar aamar jiboner kono mullyo thakbe na.
Hotath anubhab korlam or haather chowa, o haath bariye aamar haather upor rekheche. Aami songe songe aamar aangul gulo or aanguler modhye dhukie chepe dhorlam. Aamar chokh diye jol gorie porchilo. Dujoney dujonar dike takalam. Kemon ek advut dristi or, madhur, mayamoy, bhalobasar dristi. Aamar gola diye kono kotha berolo na. Rahul o ek dristi te aamar dike takie roilo, mukhe ekte triptir haasi. Aami ekta haath diye chokher jol muchlam. Aamar sob uttejona, bhoy, buker bhetorer jwala, peter modhyer kochlano, sob santo hoye gelo. Param anande aamar sorir juriye gelo. Aami herey jai ni. Amakeo keu bhalo bashe. Dujone dujonar dike takiye aachi jeno aanek din por dui premik premikar dekha holo. Rahul aamar haath ta dhorei chilo.
Hotath Rahul aamar haath ta aaro jore chepe dhorlo. Mukhe ekta aatonker chaya. Aamar mone holo, or mathaye chinta jegeche aamader dujonar somporko niye, aamra masi – Bonpo. Bujhlam o chinta korche je aamader ei somporko aamader aatiyo ra keu maanbe na, somaj maanbe na, kaau ke aamra aamader somporker kotha bolte parbo na.
Rahuler dike takiye bollam, “Rahul, aami tomar chintar kotha bujhi. Sudhu ekta kotha aamake sotti sotti bolo, aami bête, aamar gayer rong kaalo, egulo sottyeo ki tumi aamake bhalo baste paarbe?”
Rahul dui haath diye aamar haath dhore bollo, “aami tomake bhalo bashi karon tumi bhari sundor. Tomar soundorjo ta sudhu tomar chamrar ronger modheyee aache ta noy, tomar soundorjo tomar rokter proti bindute bindute, tomar rhidoye, aar seta dekha jaye tomar chokhey, chok diye goriye berochhe.”
Aami sworge bhaste suru korlam. Bollam, “Ta hole aamader bhobishote ki hobe ta niye chinta kore kono laav nei. Bartoman e thaki aar jiboner aanondo ta niye khusi thaki”
Khabar aamader samney pore chilo, thanda hoye giye chilo. Tai kichu mukhe guje aamra dujone haath dhora dhori kore aabar botanical garden e dhuklam. Aar jeno aamader kono chinta chilo na.
Aamader ekanto nirala jaygatite giye, dujone samna samni daarie, haath dhore dujoner dike takalam. Chokh juriye aami Rahul ke dekh chilam. Rahul o aamake dekh chilo. Tar por Rahul aamake tar buker modhye tene nilo. Dujone jorie dhorlam. Aamar dudu duto Rahuler buker chowa peye sokto hoye gelo. Rahul aamar pithe aalto bhabe haath bolachilo. Aami okey du haath diye chepe dhorlam. Aamar mathata Rahuler buker modhye gunje rekhe chilam. Jibone aaj sottikarer santi pelam. Teen bochorer toposya aamar saarthok holo. Aami aaste kore maatha uthiye Rahuler dike takalam. Rahul aamar kopale chumu khelo.
Aaste aaste aamar kaner latir kache mukh niye chumu khelo, chokhe chumu khelo, gale chumu khelo, taar por or thoth ta aaste aaste aamar thoter kache niye aaslo. Aamar jeno aar kono lojja bole kichu chilo na, bhoye o na, jeno er jonnoie aami apekha korchilam. Aamader thote thot laglo, aaste aaste aamra dujoneyi thoth duto phaak korlam, dujoni dujonar jeeber doga egiye dilam, jeebe jeeb laglo, aar dujonei pagoler maton eke apor ke jorie chumu khete laglam. Dujoni dujonar thoth chuste laglam, jeeb diye jeno talowar khele khelchilam. Haath diye eke aporer sorire haath ghoste laaglam. Anek khon dhore chumu khawar por, dujone kichuta saanto holam.
Surjo osto giye chilo, sandhya hoi hoi, anichha thakleo baari phirte hobe. Aamra dujone uthlam, ebong botincal er gate er biere aaslam. Rahul ke bollam, “Kaalker tara tari aasbe.”
Rahul heshe bollo, “Ki kaalker o class bunk korbe?”
Aami bollam, “Tomar aar matro 5 soptaho chuti aache. Aami ei 5 soptaher proti ti din tomar saathe thakte chai.”
Rahul bollo, “Besh aamar maharani. Kalker kakhon, kothaye dekha hobe?”
Aami bollam, “College e na, Aamar bondhura tomar dike nazar pheleche, oder nazar theke tomake bachate hobe.”
Rahul ho ho kore haslo aar bollo, “Ki bondhu ra dekheche naki?”
Aami matha nere bollam, “Ha. Tumi Kal sokal 10 tar modhye Sealdah station e aaste parbe? Aami Reservation counter er kaache thakbo.”
Rahul bollo, “Theek aache. Chalo tomake chere diye aasi.”
Aami baron korlam. Bollam, “Dekho, tumi jaabe sodepur, aami jabo tollygunj. Duto dui dike. Aamake ekta taxi kore dao, aar tumi aalada ekta taxi niye bari jao.”
Ha, na, korte korte sesh porjonto aamra aalada taxi korlam. Je jar barite phirlam.
Barite eshe, kapor chopor palte, rannaghore ma ke sahajyo korlam. Aaj jeno aamar modhey kono klaanti chilo na. Ma er prosnor uttore besh sahajey mithye kotha bole dilam, college e teen ti class hoyeche taarpor bandhu ra miley, National library te giye boi porchilam aar note toiri korchilam.
Khawoa dawoar por, sute gelam, ghore dhuke boi patro chorie boslam, jeno kato porchi, karon aami jani ma ek bar dekhte aasbe. Mon ta pore chilo Rahul chinta te. Sara ta din ki ki korechi mone porlo, Rahul er boka boka dristi, Rahuler mukhe irshar rekha. Rahul irsha korchilo aamar na dekha boy friend ke, keno? Karon o mone mone aamake bhalo bese pheleche. Mone kore khub bhalo laglo. Ma majhe eshe bole gelo besi raat na korte. Aamio kichu porey light off korey, paas balish jorie bichanaye suye porlam, jeno Rahul ke joriye aachi. Ghum chokher theke ure giyeche. Sobai ghumiye giyeche ter pelam, aamar chokhe ghoom nei. Aamar sob ichha puron holo, kintu kothaye jeno ekta samasya uki marchilo. Er por ki hobe? Aamader bhobiswat ki? Aamar jonno Rahul bodnam hoye jabe… na ta hote paare na…. tobey? Anek chinta korlam, samadhan khuje pelam na. Bhor rater dike mone holo Ekta samadhan hoyto aache. Tobey Rahul ke bojhate hobey. Paartei hobey aamake Rahul ke bojhate. Kichu petey gele je kichu tyag korte hoye. Monosthir kore nilam. Taar por nischinte ghumiye porlam.
Sokale ghum theke uthte deri holo. Tara tari tairi hoye ekti golapi ranger salwar kameez pore sokal sokal barir theke berie gelam. Sealdah station e eshe dekhi Rahul aamar aageyi pouche geche. Aanonde monta neche uthlo. Rahul o aamake dekhe jeno nischinto holo.
Aami kache pouchatei, aamake bollo, “Good morning. Aaste asubidha hoi ni to?” aar golar awaj khub dheere kere bollo, “Darling.”
Aami bollam, “Suprobhat, na asubidha keno hobe” aar golar awaj kom kore jog korlam, “tumi aamar darling.”
“Kothay jabe maharani?” Rahul prosna korlo.
Theek thakhon station er mike e Canning er train er khabor janalo. Aamio songe songe bollom, “Chalo Canning jai.”
Canning er ticket kete aamra canning er train e boslam. Paasapaasi bosey khoob bhalo lagchilo. Dujonei alpo bistor katha batra korchilam. Anubhob korlam, Rahul ektu chintito, hoito aamader bhobishoter kotha bhebe.
Canning pouche, ekta rickshaw niye, aamra ektu dure ekta guest house er kache, Matla nodir paare eshe boslam. Rahul aamar haath dhore bollo, “Aalo, aami ki korbo bujhte paarchi na, aanek raat porjonto chinta korechi kintu kono upaye pelam na. Etuku sudhu bujechi aami tomake bhalobasi, tumi bolar aager thekei, kintu tomake bolte parchilam na sudhu aamader somporker jonno. Kaal tumi tomar moner kotha aamake bolar por aaro bujhlam aami tomake chara thakte parbo na. Kintu kikore aamra ghar korbo? Tomar aamar barir lokera keu aamader ei somporko maanbe na. Paaliye Jodi biye kori, aar tomake Bangalore e nie jai, sekhane aamar maashi meshomoshai aache, taarao jante parbe. Aamader sob aatiyo sojon theke aalada, eka eka thakte hobe. Ta chara Bangalore e o Office e jaana jaani sesh porjonto hoye jaabe, HAL chere aamader natun kono sahore, natun chakrir bebostha korte hobe. Tomake aanek kosto pete hobe. Parbe to Aalo, parbe aamar songe kosto kore thakte?”
Rahul er sob kotha badha na diye bolte dilam.
Rahuler aaro paase ghese, aalto kore or hather upor haath rekhe bollam, “Rahul, aami tomake bhalobashi. Aami emon kichu korbo na jaatey tomar kono khoti hoi. Kintu taar maane ei bhebo na, je aami tomake chere debo. Na, seta aamar uddesho noi. Aami bhalo kore bujhi je aainoto aamra biye korte parbo na. Kintu ke aamader aatkate paare Jodi aamra dujone swami – strir maton bhalobasha upobhog kori? Mone mone aami tomake aamar swami roope mene niyechi, tumio aamake tomar stree roope grohon karo.”
Rahul aabeger songe bollo, “Aamio tomake aamar stree roope chai. Ei somajke aar aami mani na. Chalo aamra paaliye jai. Aamra onno kono sahore giye basobas korbo.”
Aami Rahuler chokhe chokh rekhe santo golaye bollam, “Tomar chakrir ki hobe, eto bhaalo ekta chakri tumi khoabe. Ta chaara aamder aatiyo sajon ra sob jante paarbey, loke anek kotha bolbe je gulo gaye kaatar maton phutbe. Tumi bhalo korey jaano, aamader dujonaree aatyiyo sajon ra bharoter chaaridike choriye chitiye aache, keu na keu aamader sondhan pabeyee. Takhon aamra somajer sobtheke mukhorochak, tatka taaja khobor hoye darabo. Sob theke baro kotha, aamra aamader chele maye der ki bolbo? Chele – Meye to hobei aamader, tai na?”
“Tahole aamra ki korbo?” Bishon ekta betha jukto sur e Rahul prosno korlo.
Rahul er golar awaj sune, or buker betha anubhab korlam. Rahuler proti aamar bhalobasha jeno aaro gabhir holo. Chokh chal chal kore uthlo. Rahuler haath duto ke aaro sokto kore dhore, anek koste, santo golaye bollam, “Rahul, please sona aamar, aamar kotha sono. Aaj aami ekta nirlajjo matto hostinir mato hoye giyechi. Aamar mathaye ekta upaye khelche, kintu tomake aamar upor sampurno bhorsha korte hobe, aamake biswas korte hobe, aami ja bolbo, bina didhaye ta maante hobe, parbe to.”
Rahul uttor dilo, “Aami tomake puro puri biswas kori. Tumi ja bolbe, ta aami chok bhuje bina prosne maanbo.”
Rahuler uttor sune kichuta bhorsha pelam. Paarbo aami Rahul ke bojhate, kintu baki porbo ta aaj aar bolbo na, aaj mathate dustumi korte ichha jege giyeche. Gharir dike takalam, praye saare barota baje. Rahul er dike dustumi bhora chokhe takalam aar bollam, “Khide peyeche, chalo kichu kheye ni.” Ei boleye e aami uthe daralam aar Rahuler haath dhore tene tullam. Aamra guest house er dike hat te suru korlam. Sekhne ekta choto dhabar mato dokane alpo bistor khelam. Aabar guest house er dike takalam. Guest house naameyee, gota dasek kutir, choriye chitiye aache.
Rahul ke bollam, “Dekho na ekta ghar bhaara paowa jaabe kina, nischinta galpo kora jaabe aar bhabishoter parikolponao.”
Rahul guest house er office e giye ekta kutir bhaara kore aaslo. Aamra du jone kutir ti te dhuklaam. Kutir ti te ekti baro ghar, bathroom ebong ekti lagoa baaranda o chilo. Ghore ekti baro khat, pariskar bichana pata, ekti baro sofa, aar janala gulite mota porda.
Ghor tite dhuke, aamra eke aporer dike takalam. Dhire dhire aamra eke aporer dike egiye gelam, dujonei haat baaralam, aamra eke anyojoner chokhe chokh rekhe jeno moner kotha bolchilam, taar poreye dujoneye dujonke joriye dhorlam. Rahul etokhon jeno niswas aatke rekhechilo, ebaar seta charlo aar aamar gola theke ekta triptir awaj beriye elo. Amra eke apor ke chumu khete laglam, haath diye eke aporer sorrier dhach anubhabh korte laaglam. Rahuler choyae aamar saara sorrier bhitor jeno kempe uthlo.
Aami Rahuler buke haath rakhlam aar or jamar botam khulte laaglam. Aamar jeno aar tor soichilo na. Du teente botam khulte na khultei Rahul nije taar jamar sob botam khule phello aar jamati ebong genjiti sorir theke kule phello. Ki sundor chehara Rahuler, farsha choura buk. Besh lomay bhora, aami aar thakte parchilam na. Alto kore haath rakhlam or buke, aamar angul gulo diye or buker lomguli niye khelte ichhe korchilo. Lajja o pelam. Nijer mukh dhakar jonno Rahul ke joriye dhorlam aar or lomosh buke aamar mukh guje rakhlam. Rahul o aamake joriye dhorlo.
Aamar tol pete kichu ekta sockto jinish er chaap anubhab korlam, bujhlam ota aar kichu na, Rahuler baara. Sara sorire aaro kompon dhorlo, uttejona bere gelo, aamar buker bhetor ke jeno haturi petachillo.
Ek somoy ter pelam Rahul ekta haath diye aamar kameez er zip ta dhire dhire kandh theke niche namachhe. Tar por haath duto ke aamar komorer niche niye giye kameez ti aaste aaste upore othache. Aami o alga hoye daralam aar aaste aaste haath duto tule dhorlam jaate kameez ti khoolte kono asubidha na hoi. Lojja lagchilo khub, sudhu bra pore. Rahul ekta haath bariye bra er upor diye aamar thasa dudher upor rakhlo. Aamar pa duto kempe uthlo, aar gola theke ekta adbhut aawaj beriye gelo.
Aami keno jani na aamar haath ti aamar dudher upor rakha Rahuler haather upor rekhe alpo chap dilam. Rahul aamar dudh duto aaste aaste chap dite laglo aar mukh neeche kore aamar golaye, kandhey aar gaale chumu khete laglo. Aamar abostha tokhon pagol er maton. Dui haat diye Rahuler mukh dhore aami or thote chumu khete laglam. Rahul o aamar thot chepe dilo or thot diye aar aamra pagoler mato chumu khete laglam, aamader jeebh eke aporer mukhe dhokar jonno lorte laglo. Aami ek haath diye Rahuler matha chepe dhore chilam aar annoy haath diye or kadhe joriye chilam. Rahul o aamake jorie chepe rekhe chilo. Ei bhabhe chumu khete khete aamader dom bandho hobar maton holo. Jorajori abosthatei aamra niswas nebar junno maatha alga korlam. Jore jore niswas nichhilam dujoneye. Rahuler baara aamar tol pete tokhono chap sristi korchilo.
Rahul ebar taar haath duto aamar pither pechone niye gelo aar bra kholar chesta korchilo. Aamar ichhe korchilo nije khule di, kintu lojja te paarlam na. Du teen bar chestar por Rahul aamar bra er hook gulo khule dilo aar bra ta khule phello aamar sorir theke.
Aami tokhon besamaal hoye porechi. Rahul taar haath baariye aamar nidhel dududuto ke dhorlo aar tipte laglo. Dudher bota duto sokto hoye giyechilo. Aamar gola diya advut sob gonganir sobdo berochillo. Ato aaram, uh…. aar sojho korte paarchilam na. Dudu duto ke aaro agiye dite ichhe korlo. Aapna aapni chok gulo jeno bujhe jaachillo. Rahul ekbaar aamar mukher dike takiye, tar maatha ta nichu kore aamar dudher ekta botar upor chumu khelo, aar tar por dudu ta mukher modhye dukhiye diye chuste laaglo. Annyo haath diye aamar ditiyo dudh ti tipte laago. Rahuler maatha dhore ajante aaro aamar buker kaachey taanlam. Rahul ekbar ekta dudh chushche aabar kichukhan por annyo dudh ta chusche, theek jemon baachhara mayer dudh khabar somoy chooste thake. Aami o or maathata chepe okey jeno aaro korar sanket dichillam. Aamar angul gulo or maathar chul niye jeno khelchilo.
Rahul maatha uchu korlo, aamar thote or thot rekhe chumu khete suru korlo, aamio okey chumu khete laaglam. Aami aar jeno daariye thakte parchilam na. Rahul hotaath aamader aalingan theke nijeke mukto kore koyak pa pichone giye sofa tar upor boshey porlo. Aami kichu bujhte paarlam na aar obaak hoye taakiye roilam. Rahul ebar dustumir haasi haaslo aar dekhlam o nijer juto khulche.
Juto khule Rahul uthe daralo, panter upor belt ti o khule phello aar panter chain ebong botam gulo khule nijer sorir theke pant ta khule phello. Sudhu jangia ta pore roilo. Jangiyar samne ta adbhut bhabe phule aache. Lojjaye aami aamar chokh bujhlam aar matha ta ghuriye dilam.
Rahul aaste aaste aamar kaache esheye aalto bhabe pechon theke aamake joriye aamar golaye ebong khandheye chumu khete laaglo. Keno jaani na aami haath duto diye aamar mukh dhaaklam, kintu mone mone khub bhalo laagchilo. Rahul ebar tar duto haath diye aamar golar kaach theke, aaste aaste haath bolate laglo aamar saara sorire, daan haath diye dudu dutor upor koyek baar haath bolalo, aar ba haath diye aamar pithe bolaalo. Aasta aaste daan haath ta niche namiya peter charidike haath bolaalo, aar ektu niche haath ta niye aamar patla komor e raakhlo aar komorer kaache bolate laaglo. Aamar salwar er upor haath raakhlo aar salwar er dari ti ke tene dilo.
Aamar sorir emniteye kaampchilo, aaro kempe uthlam. Aamar salwar dekhlam aamar payer goralir kache lutiye aache. Panty ta kirokom ghaame bhije aamar sorrier saathe chipke aache. Rahul aamar paayer kaache bosey porlo aar aamar ekta pa tule dhore salwar ta payer theke alga korlo. Tarpor dwitiyo pa ti tule setar thekeo salwar alga kore phello. Hotath or garam niswas aamar uru dutor majkhane, aamar jonir kache porlo. Etokhon aami jeno norte paarchilam na, kintu ekhon hotath pa duto jeno pran phire pelo. Ekta chhaapa uttejona, ekta ojaana bhoy aamar sorrier modhye anubhab korlam aar ek pa pichiye gelam.
Aamar maatha jeno bon bon kore ghurchilo, najore porlo Rahuler jangiyar saamneta jeno aaro phule aache. Rahul aamar haath dhore uthey daralo aar aamar kandhey haath rekhe aamake aaste aaste bichaanar kaache niye aaslo, aamake bichanaye aalto bhabe suiye dilo aar nijeyo aamar paase suye parlo aamar dikey kaat hoye.
Ghore dhokar por aamra dujon keu ekti kotha boli ni, jeno aamader keu boba baniye diye chilo. Ebar Rahul ek haath aamar gaale rekhe aamar maathata or dike ghuriya chokhe choke rekhe bollo, “Aalo, tomar mone kono dhidha bodh nei to….. tumi ki sottiye chao ja hochhey hok?”
Rahuler dike taakalam. Mone mone bole jachhilam, ‘Er jonnoi to aamar eto prochesta, tomake paabo bolei na,’ mon ta jeno hotath saanto hoye gelo, Rahuler proti aamar bhalobashar matra jeno hazar goon bere gelo, ei poristithi teo o amar upor nijer jor khataye ni, jor khataleo to aami aapotti kortam na baarancho sechhaye aaro nijeke arpito kortam. Na aar kono badha nei, Rahul ke aami puro puri biswas korte paari.
Rahuler dike takiye ebar aami aaste bollam, “Rahul, aami tomake bhalo besechi. Aaj theke noy, teen bochor aage theke, jedin tomake prothom dekhi, aar jokhon theke tumi aamader baari aaste suru korechile, tokhon theke. Kintu tumi aamar dike takiyeo dekhte na. Aalo bole je kono meye aache, tomar najareo pore ni. Tai aami theek kore chilam tomar najare porbar…. je kono upaye. Sujog jei peyechi, dui haath diye aakre dhorechi. Nirlajyer maton aami nijei uddoyog niye tomake aamar saathe eka dekha korte bollam.” Dui haath diye Rahul ke joriye bollam, “Ha go, aami tomar songe sob kichu korte chai, aamar mone kono didha ba badha bodh nei. Aami tomake aamar swami rupe grohon korechi, Tumi aamake tomar stree rupe grohon karo, bhalo basho tomar stree ke.”
Rahul aamar chokhe chokh rekhei bollo, “Aamader milon kintu sudhu ‘ek ratrir khela’ hobe na.”
Aamiyo sohager sure bollam, “Aami kokhonoy aamader milon ke ‘ek ratrir khela’ hote debo na.
Rahul aamake aaro jore aalingan kore chumu khelo aamar thote. Aamiyo or saathe sohojogita korte laaglam. Eke aporer sorir ke haath diye anubhob korte laaglam. Aami or sorrier chaari dike haath bolate bolate or jangiyar samne rakhlam, garam ekta anubhuti haathe bodh korlam, sokto, garam, kampche jeno Rahuler baara ta. Rahul aaste tar nijer komor uthiye, du haath diye nijer jangiya ta khule phello, aar omni saaper phonar mato laff diye uthe daralo or sunder baara ta. Baro baro duto andakosh er upor theke, chaata chuler modyo theke, soja aakasher dike jeno aangul tule daariye aache.
Aami haath bariye or baarata dhorlam. Rahul oi abostha tei ektu aaro kaat hoye aamar komore dui haath rekhe, aamar panty ta dhore aaste aaste khulte suru korlo. Ajante aamio aamar komor ektoo uthiye dilam aar Rahul aamar panty ta khule phello. Dujoney takhon aamra puro puri nagno, eke aparer sorrier gathan du chok bhore dekhchi. Aamar joni te praye kono chul chilo na, kirokom jeno bhije bhije laagchilo. Rahul sthir najore aamar joni dekh chilo. Aaste aaste ekta haath bariye o aamar joni chulo, aamar sorir er modheye diye jeno ekta electric current boye gelo, kempe uthlam.
Ghar moy jeno ekta jouno gandho choriya porlo, jeta aamader nesha aaro bariye dichhe mone holo. Rahul nichu hoye aamar jonir dike or mukh niye jete suru korlo, muhurter modhye aami uthey boslam, Rahuler mukhta ke dui haath diy dhore tene aamar buker modhye dhorlam. Aamar jeno niswas bondho hoye jachhilo, na… sob jaanate hobe Rahul ke, kintu ki kore, oto somoy kothay…. tobu jaanate hobe. Ekta dirgha niswas tyag kore, nijer mon ta ke ektu baage ene Rahuler maathata aamar buker theke uthiye, or chokhe choke rekhe phis phis kore bole boslam, “Rahul, aami kichu bolte chai tomake, Ei niye aamake ekhon kichu prosno koro na,” Ektu theme aabar bollam “Rahul aami kumari noi. Aasha kori er jonno aamar proti tomar mono bhab nosto hobe na.” Ebar saara sorire bhoy dhuke gelo, Rahul ki korbe?
Rahuler mukhe jeno ekta aschorjo pariborton dekhte pelam, jeno kono bhari bojha or buker theke uthey gelo, mukhe ekta sundor haasir rekha phute uthlo. Etokhon aamar ekta bhiti chilo Rahuler protikriya ki hobe bhebe, kintu or mukher haasi dekhe aamar mon o khusi te bhore gelo, aar kono duschinta roilo na. Haath bariye okey joriye dhorte dhorte bollam, “Haascho keno?” Rahul aamar kaaner kaache mukh rekhe bollo, “Aalo, aamio chinta korchilam ki kore tomake bolbo, Eta aamar prothom bar noy, er aageyo du teente meyer saathe aami sex korechi.”
Dustumi buddhi maathaye khele gelo, Rahuler maathata dui haathe dhore haath duto soja kore, jeno raagoto sure bollam, “Sottie?”
Rahul matha nere ‘ha’ bollo.
“Ta holey aamake dekhao, ki ki korecho tumi oi meye gulor saathe, aami bichaar korbo tumi kirokom korte paro.” Aami nirlajjer maton bole phellam.
Aamar kotha gulo jeno ekta shikol diye bandha poshuke aaro tantiye dilo aar poshuti taar shikol chire beriye aaslo. Muhurter modhye Rahul aamake jaapte dhore, thote khub jore jore chumu khete laaglo aar aamar dudh gulo ke tene chire phelar maton dumre muchre tipte laglo. Bethaye, bhoyte, aamar sei bibhisikar raater kotha mone pore gelo. Ufff kore praye chechiye uthlam. Nijer mukh ke kono rakam aalga kore bhoyte bhoyte bollam, “Rahul please, Betha diyo na aamake, sona aamar, please, aaste aaste, please Rahul.”
Rahul aamar golar theke bethaar awaj peyei bodh hoi nijeke sambhle nilo, aamar kotha sune bollo, “Na moharani, aami tomake kono dino betha debo na.” Or haath duto aamar dudher uporaye chilo, ebar sunder kore dudhu duto ke dhore tipte laaglo, aamio aabar chokh buje upobhog korte laglam.
Rahul aamar kopaal theke chumu khete suru korlo. Kopaale, Kaane, chokhe, naake, thote, gaale, golaye, sob jaygaye chumu khete laaglo. Aami tokhon chokh bujhe, aananda upobhog korchilaam. Ebar Rahul aamar mukh theke niche naamte suru korlo, aamar buke chumu khete khete dudh gulor khajer modhye chumu khelo aar jeebh diye aalto bhabe chaat te laglo. Dudh gulo keo chete dudher bota gulo te chumu khelo aar mukhe niye ektar por ekta dudher bota kichukhon chuslo aar chumu khelo.
Aamar sorir e tokhon aagun jwolche, chokh mukh kaan naak diye garam aava beroche. Aamar haath Rahuler maatha tike chepe dharaar chesta korche. Rahul ebar aaro niche namblo. Aamar navir upor chumu khelo aar jeev dhukiye dilo aamar navir bhetor. Aamar sara sorir kempe uthlo, komor nijer thekeyee bichanar theke uthe gelo. Rahul ek haath diye aamar buke rekhe alto bhabey chepe rakhlo aamake. Tar por dheere dheere aamake upur kore suiye dilo. Ami balish tike mukhe guje suye roilam.
Rahul ebar aamar pithe jeebh diye chaat te laglo aar chumu khete laaglo. Aamar sthir hoye suye thakte bhison asubidha hochhilo. Gola diye ekta gonganir awaj berochilo. Rahul aamar komor aar paacha chumu khete laglo, aamar kemon sarir er modhey aanchan kore uthlo. Rahul aamar paacha tipey, dui haath diye ektu phaak kore aamar pachar khaje chumu khelo. Aami aabar kempe uthlam. Rahul aamar daan payer uru te chumu khete laglo aar dhire dhire jeebh diye chaat te laaglo. Daan pa er hatoor pechone chumu khelo aar tar por chumu khete khete payer gorali te pouche gelo. Sara sorir aamar abosh hoye jachhe ekta adbhut anubhuti te, ekta natun anubhuti, ekta misti anubhuti, ekta pran jurono anubhuti.
Rahul ebar aamake soja kore suiye dilo, aamar daan payer pataye chumu khelo, payer angule chumu khelo tar por e payer buro angul ta niye mukhe purey chusta laglo. Aar aami shojhyo korte parlaam na, ekta chitkar berolo gola diye aar uthe boshar chesta korlam, kintu Rahul jeno prostut chilo aamar protikriyar jonno, aamake haath diye chepe rakhlo aar aamar dike taakiye haaslo. Daan pa chere ebar Rahul aamar baam pa ti te chumu khete suru korlo. Aamake chepe suiye rekhe baam payer buro aangul ti chuslo, aamar gola diye jore jore awaj berochilo. Payer pata theke suru kore baam paye chumu khete khete aamar jaang er kaache chumu khete laaglo. Aamar pa dutoke ektu phaak kore aamar jaang e chaat te lag lo aar chumu khete laaglo. Aamar joni or chokher saamne. Rahul ekta haath bariye aamar joni chulo. Aamar peter modheye jeno hazar projapoti ure berate laaglo. Gola diye jore jore gonganir awaj berote laaglo. Golar awaj ta jeno triptir gongani. Aabar naake jouno gondhe bhore gelo. Neshate chokh gulo bujhe gelo.
Rahul ebar tar mukhta aamar jonir kache niye giye jeebh diye chete dilo. Or garom niswas aamar joni, janghe anubhab korlam, bolir paathar maton kempe uthlam, Gola diye aar ekti chitkar ber holo, sohager chitkar. Rahul aamake chepe rekhechilo, komor narrate parchilam na. Rahul aamar uru dutoke uthiye taar kandhe rakhlo aar dui angul diye aamar jonir thoth duto alga kore, or jeevh ta dhukiye dilo aamar jonir modhey. Aami kukiye uthlam, aar pa dutoke ekotro korar chesta korlam kintu upaye chilo na, Rahul aamar pa dutoke uru r kache chepe dhore phaak kore rakhlo. Rahul or jeev diye aamar jonir bhitore emon bhabe naarate laaglo jeno aamar joni ekta chobi aar or jeev ta ekta ronger tuli, jetaa chobitike sundor kore rong kore jaache. Aamar sorir er modhey takhan ekta jhor boye jachhe, sanghatic jhor, ja sab kichu ke uriye niye phelche.
Gola diye kirokom awaj berote laaglo, aami thakte na pere bhul bhal bokte laaglam, “ He Rahul, he… na aar na please Rahul….. kore jayo, kore jayo…. aar parchi na sona….please…. he, he….. themo na Rahul …uughhh.”
Rahul takhono aamar joni chuse jachillo. Rahuler jeev aamar jonir sob aanache kaanache ghure jeno lukono guptodhan khuje jaache, aar aamar sorrier jhorer tibrota aaro baarche. Aami bichaanar chador tike aakre dhore aachi jaate ei jhore ure na jai. Paarlam na aar sojhyo korte. Ekta pousachik awaj aamar buker bhitor theke beriye gelo. Ki kore jeno aami nijer sorir ke dumre muchre aamar komor ta ke bichanar theke uthiye kempe uthlam. Sorirer modhey jeno mone holo ekta baandh jeno phete giyeche aar tar sob jol aamar jonir theke beriye jaache.
Rahul takhone aamar uru doto ke chepe rekhe aamar jonite or mukh dhukiye chuse jachhe, aamar sorir er sob ros jeev diye chete khachhe. Eliye porlam aar koyek khoner jonno jeno aamar aar kono bodh sokti chilo na. Jokhon aabar gyan phirlo dekhi Rahul aaste aaste uthche, aamar paase ese aamar kopaler aar sorrier ghaam muche dichhe. Or mukhta ki saanto, ki sundor, dristi te bhalo basher chaoni. Aami Rahul ke du haath diye aamar buker modhye tene nilam. Rahul o aamake joriye suye porlo. Takhono aami jore jore niswas nichhilam. Mone mone bhablam, ei ki sworger sukh? Eto khon ki aami sworge chilam? Rahul ke aaro jore buker modhey chepe dhorlam. Ei bhabe suye thaklam kichukhan, jatokhon na aamader dujonar niswas sadhran na holo.
Takhono aamar jer kaate ni. Kampa kampa golaye bollam, “Rahul, ye tumi aamake ki kore diley. Eto din jaantam, joni chosa ba baara chosa ekta nongra kaaj, eta korte nei, kintu tumi je aamake sworge niye gele go, aamake sworge niye gele.”
Rahul aamar pithe haat bolate bolate kopale aar gale chumu khelo. Kaner loti te jeev diye ektu chete dilo, aar aamar kaner kache mukh rekhe bollo, “Sonamoni aamar, tumi aamar darling, tumi aamar praan. Tumiye aamar sobkichu, tumi aamar debi. Tomake pujo korar aar to kono montro aami jaani na, tai ei bhabei aami tomake pujo korbo.”
Dui haath pa diye Rahul ke joriye aamar buker upor tene nilam. Aamar haath diye or kaandh joriya dhore chilam aar pa duto diye or uru duto chepe chilam. Rahul aamar buker upor suye, aamake joriye dhore aaste aaste aamar sara mukhe chumu khachillo. Ki bhaloi na lagchilo. Kono duschinta nei, kono mone kosto nei, mon ta jeno pakhir moto aakashe swadhin bhabe ure choleche.
Hotath ter pelaam, Rahuler baara ta aamar dui jang er modhye sokto hoye dhaaka marche. Garam hoye aache baara ta. Moner bhitor aabar kemon jeno ekta uttejona choriye gelo. Ekta haath aalga kore aami Rahul er baara ta dhorlam. Mone kono lojja nei, kono bhoy nei. Baara ta niye aamar jonir dwar er kaache niye ghoshlam. Rahul aamar dike takiye aache. Rahul ke kaampa, dhora golaye sudhu bollam – ‘ekhon’.
Rahul or baara ta aamar jonir upor ghoste suru korlo, aamar jonir rosh or baaratake bhijiye dilo, kemon pichol pichol lagchilo. Or baara ta dhore aamar jonir bhetor sothik bhabe rekhlam. Rahul ebar aaste aaste chaap dite suru korlo. Rahul er baara ta jeno aaste aaste aamar jonir bhitor dhukte suru korlo. Uphh.. ki garom, sokto, mota baara…. aamar ektu ektu betha o laagchilo, du ek baar kukiye uthechilam. Rahul tao na theme chaap bariyei jachhilo. Ardhek baara dhokar por o thamlo. Dujone oi bhabeyi kichukhon thaklam.
Aami jokhon nijeke aabar sambhle niyechi, chokh khule Rahuler dike taakalam. Rahul bhujlo aami theek aachi. Ebar Rahul jore ekta dhaakka diye tar puro baarata dhukiye dilo. Aami aabar ektu bethaye kukre uthlam. Rahul aamake joriye dhore aamar upor chup chap suye thaklo. Du teen minute por jokhon bujhlo aamar aar kono kosto hochhe na, Rahul aaste aaste thap maarte suru korlo. Aamar sorir jeno paripurno bhabe bhore gelo. Rahuler baara ti jeno aamar jonir guha te dhukhe guha tike bhore dilo, aamio Rahuler thap maarar taale taal milye komor uthiye okey sahajyo korte laaglam.
Aamar sorire aabar ekta jhor boite suru korlo. Pa duto diye or komor ta joriye dhorlaam aar komor uthiye aami aaro chaap dite suru korlam. Rahuler thap aar aamar komorer dolanir taal jeno ek hoye ekta madhur sur toyri korchilo. Aamra dujone jeno eki chonde naach chilaam. Rahul aamar dudh duti te kakhono chumu khachillo, kokhono haath diye jore jore dalai malai korchilo, aabar kakhono chushchilo.
Aamader goti dhire dhire bere jaachillo. Aamar sorrier jhor er baig aaro tibro hote suru kore diyeche, aar aami thaakte paarchilam na. Rahuler buker bhitor aamar mukh rekhe, ur buker lom gulo te ghosh chilam. Or dudher bota ta mukhe niye daant diye ekta kamor bosiye dilam. Rahul ekta hunkar diye taar thap er goti jeno dwigoon bariye dilo. Aamio aamar haath diye aaro jore or kaandh chepe dhorlaam aar pa diye or komor aaro sokto kore aakre dhorlam. Aamar jonir sob koti muscle jeno ek ek baar or baara tike chepe dhorchee aabar chere dichhe.
Rahul ebar jore ekta thap mere aamar sorrier upor eliye porlo. Aamar peter bhitor anubhab korlam ekta garam taral rosh pichkirir phoarar maton chite porlo. Rahuler Baara ta o kempe uthlo du teen baar. Rahuler garam birjo ras beriya gelo aamar bhitore, aamio aar thakte paarlam na, aamar sorrier o baandh bhenge gelo. Rahuler kandhe kaamre, pithe nokh diye aachre chepe suye thaklam. Aamader dujonar rosh mishe aamar jonir theke aaste aaste goriye porte laaglo. Sorir ta aabar pakhir maton urte laaglo, aabar aami sworge pouche giye chilam. Kichukhon aamra ei bhabey dujon dujonke joriye suye chilam. Kokhon je Rahuler baara ta aamar jonir bhetor theke beriye giye chilo ter pai ni.
Swas-prashaws shabhabik jokhon holo, aami uthe boslam. Rahul aamake charam sukh diyeche. Dekhlam Rahuler baara ta ektu choto aar naram hoye aache, aamader prem roshe ekhono bheja. Bina ghennaye, bina didhaye aami Rahuler baara tike dharlam aar aamar maatha ta baarar dike niye giye jeev ber kore chaat te laaglam. Rahul ebar uthe bosar chesta korlo, kintu aami or buke haath rekhe suye thakte bollam.
Rahul er dike takiye bollam, “Aami kakhono karo baara chusi ni, Jodi kichu bhul kori, sikhiye diyo.”
Rahul, dui haath diye aamar maatha ta tule, prem bhora madhur golaye bollo, “Aalo, aamar sweet heart, aamar priotoma, jeta tomar pachondo noy, seta korte hobe na.”
Aami sohager swore bollam, “Na Rahul, aami korte chai, aami tomar baara chuste chai, Aami tomake sukh aar aananda dite chai, theek se rakam, je rakam tumi aamake diyecho.”
Ei boley, aami aabar or dui payer majhe aamar maatha ta niye gelam. Haath diya Rahul er baarata dhore, gorar theke maatha porjanta jeevh diye chaatlam. Tar por baaratar upor haath diye upor nich naarate suru korlam. Aabar gota baara ta chatlam. Tatokhoney Rahuler baarata phule, sokto hoya jeno saaper phonar maton daariye giyeche. Khub bhalo laaglo dekhe. Aami Rahul ke uttejiti kore diyechi. Aami jeev diye baara tir topatike chaat te laaglam, aar aasteaaste thoth lagalam.
Ebar topatir upor nijer mukh khule dhukiye dilam. Aamar jeno puro mukhtai bhore gelo. Jeev ghorate laaglam topatir charidike. Rahuler pa duto jeno kaampchilo aar o triptir awaj ber korchilo gola theke. Rahul taar haath duto diye aamar maatha dhorlo aar aaste maathata chepe baaratike aaro mukher modhye dhokate chesta korlo. Aaro utshaho pelam. Aamio aaro jatota paari baara tike mukhey niye maatha upor nich korte laaglam. Aamar jeev diye baarar gaye ghoste laaglam, thoth duto ke chepe rakhlam baaratir upor. Hotath baara ti aamar gola porjonto pouche gelo aar aami ekta ooaak diye uthe porlam.
Rahul takhon chintito dristi te aamar dike takaiye. Aami muchki hese, aabar baaratike dhore mukher modhey niye chuste laaglam. Rahul aalto bhabe taar haath ta aamar maathate raakhlo aar chuler modhey aangul diye khelte laglo. Puro baara ta kichutey mukher modhey dhokate paarchilam na. Jatota paari, baara ta mukhey niye chhaatchilam aar chuschilam. Aami jeno ekta natun khelna peyechi, aamar nijer khelna, misti ekta suswadu khelna. Moner sukhe aami Rahuler baarata dhore, chuse jhachi, Rahul tripti bhora golay sudhu awaj kore jachhe.
Bujhte parchilam Rahul aar dhore raakhte paarbe na. Theek tokhon Rahul aamar maathate jore dhore tene tullo aar aamake ulto kore suyiye aamar upor or sob birjyo phele dilo. Aamar buker upor, dudur upor, aamar peter upor or birjyo ras chikchik korte laaglo. Aami o ekta triptir haasi haaslam, aangul diye buker theke ektu garam birjyo niye gondho suklam aar tarpor birjyo makhano aangulta mukhe diye chuslam. Rahuler dike takiye biggyer mato maatha nere bollam, “hum… kharap to noy, swad ta to bhaloi ….” aaro kichu birjyo dudu aar peter theke aangule maakhiye, mukhey diye jeeb diye chhaatlam…aar bollam, “kintu er por aar ek phota tomar ras baire phelte debo na, hoi aamar guder bhetor chai, na holey aamar mukher modhey chai bujhley.”
Rahul dui haath diye joriye aamake tar buker modhey tene nilo. Aamar sorir er makha birjyo or sorireo makha makhi hoye gelo. Sukhe aanonde takhon aamar pran puro puri tripto. Aamar bor aamake aador koreche, aamar Rahul, aamar swami. Kono lajja jeno aar aamar modhey chilo na. Rahuler mukh dekheyo bujhlam o tripto, or chokhey ekta bhalo basar dristi, aamar dike takiye aache. Gala joriye chumu khelam.
Ki kore je somoy paar hoye giyechilo ter pai ni. Ghorite dekhi saare charte beje giyeche. Aamader pherar somoy hoye giyeche. Dujoney annichha sohokaare uthlam, bathroom e giye parishkar holam, jama – kapor pore baari pherar jonnyo toiri holam. Aar ek bar joriye du jon dujonke chumu khelam, aar guest house er kutir theke beriye rickshaw dhore stationer dike raona dilam.
Hotath Rahul aamar haathta chepe aamake bollo, “Aalo, bhalo kore nazar rakho to, kono medical shop pao kina.”
“Keno, ki holo tomar?” Jigyesha korlam.
Rahul gambhir bhabe bollo, “ekta sanghatik bhool hoye giyeche, aamra kono protection na niyei……… tai tomake ekta oshud ……”
Bhari moja lagchilo Rahuler bhoy dekhe, aamar jonnyo chinta dekhe. Heshe phelam.
Bollam, “Porikolpanati kar?”
“Aamra aabeger maathey bheshe giye chilam.” Rahul uttor dilo.
“Sottyo ke maano, pratham theke sob porikalpana aamar. Tomake to chokhe aangul diye dekhaleyo tumi dekhchile na,” aami haste haste bollam, “Tumi sottie ekta tube light, tube light jemon ek baare jwole na, du teen bar jhilik mere tarpor jwole, tumio ek bare kichu bojho na.”
Rahul takhono gambhir bhabe aamar dike takiye bollo, “Tomar kotha aami sob maani, aami prothome ekdom bujhte pari ni tomar moner kotha, kintu eta to mano je aamra bina protection e sex korechi?”
Rahuler mukher bhab dekhe aar or kotha sune aamar aabar haasi peye gelo. Or kaner kache mukhrekhe, bollam, “Buddhu, eta o aamar porikolpona. Gato soptahe jokhon tumi aamader baari te eshechile, takhoni aami theek kore rekhechilam je aamra dujone sex korbo. Aar sei anujaei aami sedin theke ‘birth control pill’ khachhi. Kono chinta koro na. Kichhu hobe na. Aar tao Jodi aami pregnant hoi, khusi mone tomar saathe paliye jabo.”
Rahul nischinto hoye aamar haath ta chepe dhorlo.
Aamra statione pouche ticket kete train er protikhya korte laaglam.
Aami takhon Rahul ke bollam, “Aapatato jato din tomar chute aache, aamra roj sokale dekha korbo, ekta hotel bhara kore sara din ta okhane thaakbo, tumi aamake roj ei rokom aador korbe, bhalobasbe. Mone rakhbe aami tomar bou. Sudhu raat tuku aamra aalada thakbo.” Ektu theme aabar bollam, “Aami nirlajjo, sudhu tomakey chai, sampurno bhabe tomake chai.”
Rahul aamar haathe haath rekhe chepe dhorlo aar bollo, “Aamio aar tomake chere thakte parbo na. Tumi je aamar bou, aamar pran, aamar sob kichu. Aami tomar buddhu tube light bor.” Dujone haath dhora dhori kore dariye roilam. Kichukhon por train aaslo aar aamra train e kore Kolkata phirlam.
Sedin chilo sanibar, theek korlam sombar din aabar aamra dekha korbo karon, rabibar din dada aar chordar Rahul der baari jabar kotha. Rahul aamakeo tader baari jete bolechilo kintu aami bollam, “na, aami tomake dekhle thakte parbo na, Jodi keu ter peye jaey?”
Rahul ke bojhalam je aapatoto aamra jemon aachi temon thakbo, bhobishoter kotha porey chinta korbo. Sediner maton aamra je jar baari pherot gelam.
Baari giye, khaaoa daaoar por nijer ghore suye suye sara din er madhur muhurto gulo jeno aabar choker saamney bhastey laaglo…. aagghhhh …. aapna aapni sorire jeno ekta jhar boye gelo. Bor er aadar je ki triptikor, boley bojhano jaye na. Sarthok aamar naari jibon. Aamar mone jeno aar kono dhukho nei, nei kono glaani. Pas balis tike buker modhey joriye ghumiye gelam.
Parer din Rabibar, baba baari toirir kaaj dekhte beriye gelo, borda, chorda aar Shyamal, Sodepur, Rahul der baari gelo. Ma aar aami ekla baarite roilaam. Dupure Madhu di aar Dipti aaslo, sobai miley chaade giye boslam. Madhu dir biye thik hoye giyeche, taakey niye ektu thaata korlam. Madhu di o besh khola moneyi chilo, haste haste bollo, “toder barite tor dursamparker ek bon–po aase na, dekh na Jodi parish to Diptir saathe aalap koriye de na, Dipti ta mone hoi or premey poreche.”
Dipti songe songe protibad korlo, “Didi ki hochhe.” Mukhta dekhlam laal hoye giyeche.
Aamar o bhison hingsha hochillo moner bhitor. Kintu ora dujon takhon eke apor ke dhore mukh chaapa chaapi korche. Nijeke sambhle nilam.
Madhu di takhono boley jachhe Dipti ke, “Aacha tui bolish ni, ‘cheleta ki handsome’, bol?”
“Seta kono dosher?” Dipti palta uttor dilo, “Ma to paarle tor songe biye ditto, nehat tor biye thik hoye giyeche tai.”
“Ota to aamar durbhagya, kintu tui to cheletike dekhe haa kore swapner duniya te naach chilli.” Madhu di haste haste bollo.
“Besh korechi ja”, Dipti besh ragoto bhabei bollo.
Madhu di tao chaarar patro noi, bollo, “Sedin tui aamake bolli na, ‘Aami aamar bor thik oi cheletir maton khujbo.’aaro anek kichu bolechili, bolbo.”
“Didi please.” Ebar haath jor kore anurodher sur e bollo Dipti.
Aamar oder jhogra ta dekhe hingsha o laagchilo aabar moja o laagchilo. Aaro mone ekte jeno sanghatik bhorsha aaslo, Rahul aar kono din aamake chere debe na. Hingsha ta kome gelo.
Bollam, “Madhu di, or naam Rahul, Bangalore e HAL e chakri kore. Aamar babar Jethtuto boner chele. Aami bhalo kore jaani o ekti meyeke bhalo baashe.”
Madhu di omni bole phello, “Ja baba… Dipti tor kopale aar cheleti jutlo na…. aar Jodi jotey to toke sotin niye ghar korte hobe.” Bole jore jore haste laaglo.
Dipti ebar sottiee khub rege gelo aar uthey jete jete bollo, “Besh sotin niyei ghar korbo, tor borer pechone to laagi ni, aar tor borer theke o dekhte aanek bhalo.”
Madhu di takhono hese jaachilo.
Bollam, “Modhu di, tumio paaro. Raagiye dile to.”
Madhu di bollo, “Tui janish na, Dipti aamake nije bolechey ‘Didi, dekh na re Aalo di ke boley, cheletar songe aalap kora jaye kina, kemon rajputtur er maton chehara, kemon ekta nijer upor attyobiswas’, ek bar dekheyi ekebare lattu.”
Aami bhison ekta gorbo anubhab korlam Rahuler ruper prosongsha sune. Mone mone bollam, ‘Rahul ke to aami joy kore niyechi, aar tomader haate aaste dichhi na.’
Madhu di ke bollam, “Rahul to chuti te esheche, mone hoi ek maas por pherot choley jaabe. Toa Jodi aashe aamader baari, chesta korbo Diptir saathe aalap koriye dite.”
Golpo gujob kore dupur kete gelo. Du jone miley oder barite gelam, Diptir saathe aabar boslam. Dipti takhon thanda hoye giyeche, bollo, “Aalo di, tumi didir kothaye kaan dio na.”
Aamio bollam, “Dipti, tui Jodi boleyo thakis, dosher ki, sotti sotti Rahul dekhte jemon bhalo, or shobhab o bhison bhalo. Or modhey ekta confidence aache, jaar jonno o safal hoi sob kichu te. Ta chara, dada, chorda ke o Rahul jor kore bhalo bhalo chakrir parikhay boste anuprerona jugiyeche.” Keno jani na, aamar Rahuler sombondhey bolte khub bhalo laagchilo. Dipti o mugdha hoye sunchilo.
Er po? Er por, Roj aamra sakal sakal baari theke beriye sahore, ba sahor theke ektu dure kono ekta hotel ghar bhara kore sarata din katatam. Roj aamra eke opor ke aadore aadore bhoire ditam. Golpo kortam. Sex kortam. Sex je ato aanonder hoi jaantam na. Rahul aamake sex er boi, jaate chobi aar golpo aache, ditto, aamio seguli portam aar dujone miley sei rakam bhabe chesta kortam sex korte. Aamra Kamasutrar boi o porechi. Anek kichu aamra experiment kortam. Natun sobdo ba bhasha sikhlam, baara, chodon, gud, thaap maara, mai, magi, dhon, ittayadi. Aamra oral sex eo potu hoye gelam.
Prothom prothom aami Rahuler baara purota mukhe dhokate paartam na, golaye laagle asubhidha hoto, kintu dheere dheere aami chesta kore, ekhon puro baarata mukhe niye chuste paari. Aamar kono lojja ba ghenna nei bolte je aami Rahul er birjyo chuste chuste mukher modhey ber kore de aar jeeb diye naariye, swaad upobhog kore gile khaai.
Aamra anek rakam position e sex kori. Prothom prothom aamie bola jaye uddyog niye bivinno position e sex korechi, jemon ekdin aami Rahul ke bollam chobi dekhe je aaj aami tomar upor bosbo ebong Rahul ke suiye, or baara chuse aaro tight ebong khara kore or baara taake aamar jonir modhey dhukiye, or upor bose giyechilam. Bhison bhalo legechilo natun kichu kore aanado upobhog korte.
Aamra 69 position o korechi. Rahul o besh uddyog nite suru korlo.
Ei kore kete gelo 35 ta din. Pratiti din aamar kache ekta natun anubhutir din chilo. Roj aamra sex korechi, milito hoyechi, sudhu 5 din baad diye. Majkhane 5 din, jokhon aamar period cholchilo, takhon aamra sex kori ni kintu aamra hotel ghore paasa paasi suye kato na sohager golpo korechi.
Ek din er kotha mone pore, aamra sex kore eke apor ke joriye chilam. Hotath mone pore gelo Rahul prothom din bolechilo o du teen te meyer songeyo sex koreche aar aami thatta kore bolechilam, otheyr songe je bhabe sex korecho aamake dekhao, aami dekhte chai tumi bhalo korte paro kina. Kotha ta mone porate haasi pelo aar Rahul ke bollam, “Aacha Rahul, aaj aami swikar korchi je tumi apoorbo bhabe je kono meye ke paripurno bhabe sex kore tripty dite paro. Tumi aage je du teen ti meyer saathe sex korecho, taara tomake chere dilo ki bhabe aamar maathaye aasche na. Bolo na kaar saathe sex korechile aar taara tomake dhore raakhte parlo na keno.”
Rahul ektu chup kore theke bollo, “Sex, ha sex korechi teen baar, ekti mohilar saathe dui baar, aar annyo mohilar saathe ekbaar. Kintu ei teen baarer sex aar aamra je sex korchi taar modhye aanek parthokyo aache. Oi mohila gulor saathe je milito hoye chilam se gulo chilo sorir er khuda metabar jonnyo. Du joney jaantam aamra aamader jouno khuda metaachi, eke oporer proti kono bhalobasha ba mon bojha bujhir kono chesta chilo na. Duti mohilaye bibahito, swamir saathe bonibona kom, tai barir baire cheleder songo khoje, aar aamra, alpo boyesko cholera, du haath diye sei sujog niyechi. Oi sex kore mone kono daag o kate ni.”
Rahul aaro bollo, “Kintu tomar saathe aami ja ja korechi, nijer chahida metabar theke besi aanondo peyechi tomake aanondo diye. Protiti din moner modhey gethe aache. Tomar kotha sob somoy mone pore, jakhon tumi aamar paase thakona. Er karon, aamra dujone eke oporke bhalobese sex korechi. Tumi o to aage sex korecho, Kau ke bhalobese kore chile na emni korechile? Jodi bhalobeshe kore thako, seta aalada, aar emni furti korar jonnyo kore thakle, seta ki mone kono daag keteche?”
Rahul er dike takiye aamar chokh theke apna apni jol goriye porte laaglo. Rahul chokh muchte muchte bollo, “Ki holo. Ichhe na korle bolo na.”
Aami takhan thik kore niyechilam Rahul ke sob bolbo. Bollam, “Aami jedin kumaritto khuye chilam, seta aamar mon theke kono din o muche jabe na. Kalo ekta bibhisikha hoye saara jibon aamar mone thaakbe.”
Rahul uthe boslo, aamake buker modhey taanlo, bollo, “thak aar bolte hobe na.”
Aami bollam, “Na, bolte dao aaj aamake.”
Sob bollam Rahul ke, kichui lukoini. Kandte kandte sob bollam. Dekhlam Rahul er chokhe o jol goriye porche. Rahul aamake buker modhye tene nilo aaro, bollo, “Tumi eto kosto shojyo korecho? Meye hoye ekta meyer sorbonash keu korte pare? Tumi je tao nijeke samle nite perecho etai ekta birat kaaj. Annyo kono meye hole parto na. Tumi boley perecho. Kendo na, aami tomake aar kono kosto shojyo korte debo na.”
Rahul ke sob bolte pere aamar mon tao halka hoye giyechilo. Bollam, “Thik takhon tumi aamar jibone na aisle hoito ki hoto jaani na.”
Rahul bollo, “Aami aabar takhon tomar jibone kakhon aaslam, takhon to aami tomake chintam o na.”
Aami bollam, “Ei ghatonar 5 – 6 din porey to tumi aamader bari prothom aasle, jodio ba ghatonar din 2 aage aami tomake prothom dekhechilam biye barite.”
Rahul hese bollo, “O, takhon thekey ki preme pore chile, ta aage bolbe to, eto gulo din aamra nosto korechi.”
“Isssh, aage bolleye jeno kato bujhte, tube light ekta.” Aami or pechone laaglam.
Sedin aamra aabar sex korechilaam, Rahul sedin aamake bhison aador korechilo. Prochur tripty diyechilo, bolechilo, “purono sob kotha bhule jao, protyek ta manuser jiboney anek ghatona ghote, kichu bhalo, kichu dukhho janak. Bhalo ta mone rekhe jibon katao, dukhherta bisorjon dao.”
Aar ek din er kotha mone pore, sedin o aamra sex kore paasa paasi upur hoye ekta sex er choti boi er golpo porchilam aar chobi dekhchilam. Sekhane ekta chele ekti meyer paacha chudchilo. Chobita dekhe aami bollam, “Tumi ki karo pachha merecho?”
Rahul bollo, “Na.”
Jiggesha korlam, “tomar paacha chudte ichhe kore na?”
Bollo, “Kore.”
“Tahole karoni keno?” prosno korlam.
Rahul bollo, “Tumi betha pabe, Tai.”
“Aaj ek bar chesta kore dekho na. Aami jaani tumi aamake betha debe na.”boley boslam.
Rahul bollo, “Theek aache chesta korbo tobey aaj na.”
Aami tao jiggesha korlam, “Keno?”
Bollo, “Kal vaselin niye aasbo, tarpor chesta korbo, kintu tomake kotha dite hobe betha laagle bolbe, aamra chere debo.”
Parer din Rahul vaselin niye eshechilo. Aamar paacha te aangul diye anek khon dhore vaselin maakiye taar por aamar paacha chudlo. Betha ektu peyechilam prothome, ebong Rahul chere dite cheyechilo, kintu aamar modhey sudhu ekta jed chepe chilo, Rahuler manaskamna puron korbo. Bar bar anurodh korar por Rahul aabar khubi dheere dheere aamar ponder modhey or baarata dhukiye diyechilo. Puro baara dhokar por kichukhon opekhya kore thap dite suru korlo. Aamar o besh bhaloi laagchilo, jokhon Rahul uttejito hoye aamar paacha te taar baara diye thap maarchilo. Thap er goti o jore kore chilo aar ek haath diye aamar dudh tipchilo aar aar ek haather aangul diye aamar joni te dhukiye khelchilo. Sesh porjonto dujoney khub enjoy korechi.
Rahul sob somoye kheyal rakhto aamar kono asubidha hochhe na to.
Ek din aamra saara sorire madhu makha makhi kore dujon dujonar sorir chete poriskar kore diyechilam. Ughh, ki madhumoy chilo sedin.
Dekhte dekhte chuti praye sesh hote aaslo Rahuler. Rahul aamake aaro aakre dhorlo. Bujhlam or moner kotha. Chinta kore dekhlam somoy hoyeche okey aabar bojhanor. Chuti sesh hobar din panchek agey, aamra sex kore klanto hoye suye chilam. Aamar maatha or buker upor, ekta haath diye aamar peethe o dhore chilo. Aami bollam, “Rahul, aami tomake ekta kotha bolbo, mon diye puro kotha ta sono kemon.” Uthey boslam. “Rahul, aamra dujoneye dujon ke bhison bhalobashi, tumi aamake tomar puro hridoye diye balobaso, aamio tomake aamar puro pran diye bhalobashi. Kintu aamader ekta birat samosya aache, aamra dujon aatiyo, maasi – bonpo, hoyto dursomporker kintu tao aatiyo. Aamader milon keu kono din mene nebe na, baroncho ekta kutshit, nongra naam diye aamader dikey grhinar chokhe takabe. Ainoto bhabeo aamra biye korte parbo na, karon ainer chokheo eta be-ainee.”
Ektu chup kore theke aabar bollam, “Aamra hoyto paliye jete paari, kintu paliye o aamra kothaye jabo, prothomato tomar chakri, seta nosto hoye jaabe, tomar career nosto hoyejaabe, aar aami ta soite parbo na. Dwitioto, aamra jekhaneye paliye jaai na keno, khakhono na khakhono, keu na keu, theek aamader khuje paabe, sekhetre aamra badhyo hobo natun sahore paliye jete, ebong natun chakri khujte hobe. Seta praye asombhob hoye daarabe. Aaro ekta kotha, aamra aamader chele meyeder ki bolbo aamader aatiyoder sombondhey jokhon ora baro hoye jigyesha korbe?”
Rahul kichu bolte jaachillo kintu aami okey thamiye bollam, “Rahul, aami tomake bolchi na je tumi aamake bhule jao, uporontu aami tomake bolbo, aamake kono din o bhulye jeyo na, sudhu aamra aaro satorko hoye milito hobo, jaate kaak pokhiyo ter na paye. Aamra eke apor ke bhalo beshe jabo, kintu aamader bhalobasar kotha prithibir keu jaante parbe na. Tumi chutite Kolkata e jokhon aasbe, takhon aabar aamra dujon milito hobo, eke aporke aadore aadore bhore debo, jemon ei kodin korechi, sundor, madhur bhalobashaye.”
Aaro bollam, “Aami tomake bhison bhalobashi, I love you, aami, aamar hridoyer bhetor theke tomake bolchi, aami tomake swami rupe aamar hridoye sthan diyechi, aar sekhan theke kono din o tomake soraabo na. Somoyer kale, hoyto aamader dujonaari samajik bhabe biye hoye jaabe onnyo karo saathe. Tomar sei bou ke o bhalobasbe, strir marjoda debe. Kintu sobsomoy mone rakhbe aami tomar prothom pokher bou. Ebong aamra lukiye, sakoler chokhe phaki diye milito hobo, aamar swaarther jonno. Aamar baachha chaai, tomar baacha.”
Rahul kichu bolar aagei bolegelam, “Aami ja bolchi bojhar chesta koro. Mone koro na je ei bhabe thaakte aamar kono dukhwo ba kosto hochhe na, bhison kosto hochhe ebong hobeyo, kintu onnyo kono kichu aamra Jodi kori taa holey aaro asubidhar modhye porte hobe, aaro bhoyabhoyo paristithi hobey, aamader bhalobasha nosto hoye jaabe. Rahul, please sona aamar, kotha dao aamake, aamar kotha raakhbe, aamar sona, darling aamar…..please…….” aami kende phelechilam.
Rahul o kende chilo aamake joriye. Aamake aanek bhabe bojhate chesta korechilo, kintu aami aamar chintadharae atoot chilaam. Rahuler kaach theke kotha aadaye korlam je aami ja bollam, Rahul sei bhabei cholbe, sob kothai maanbe.
Rahul er chutir sesh char din, aamader milon ek adbhut chilo, aamra kendechi, aamra aanonde hesechi, eke aporke pranpon aakre dhorechi, dujonei khub aanondo korechi, aabar dujonaari buke jeno shool bidhe jaoar betha anubhob korechi, aamra aamader phele aasa dingulor kathaa bolechi, aamra jeno duti bhindesher paakhi, milito hoyechi, aabar nijer jagate phirte hochhe. Aamader dujonar bondhon emon ekta ganthe porinato hoyechilo je prithibir keu sei bondhon khulte paarbe na.
Sesh porjonto Rahul cholegelo Bangalore. Aami aar statione jai ni okey biday jaanate. Aamra taar ager din bikelei bidaaye janiechilam.
Rahul, dada aar chordake chithi likhto. Eki khame, aamakeo dui – charta line likhto, sadharan kemon aacho, bhalo aachi ittyadi, chobi pathato or. Aar aami, lukiye, aalada kore chithi likhtam, aamar dustumi bhora lekhagulo okey uttejito kore dito. Rahul aamake tar phone number diye giye chilo. College er kaache, ekta telephone booth theke okey phone kortam. Onek khon dhore kotha boltam.
Ek bochor por Rahul aabar chuti te aaslo. Aabar aamra aager sundor madhumoy din gulo jeno phire pelaam. Aabar aamra milito holam, aabar aamra sex korlam, aabar aamra dujon dujonke jeno natun kore bhalobashlaam. Rahul er chuti sesh holey, aabar aamra ekla hoye gelam.
Graduation er por aami ekta primary school e chakri o peye gelam.
Aaro ek bachor por aamar jakhon 23 bachor boyish, aamar biye thik hoye gelo ek byabsaeer saathe, boyoshe aamar theke baaro bochorer baro, kintu jehetu aar kono patro paowa jachillo na, baba ma sekhanei thik korlo. Ta chaara anek taka o dilo baba, dowry hisebe. Rahul ke sob bollam aar bollam je okey aamar biyete aastei hobey. Rahul eshechilo, kotha rekhechilo.
Saat maas por Rahul aabar chutite aaslo, ek maser jonno. Aami o school theke chuti nilam, barite jaanalam na. Aabar aamra milito holam. Ebar aar aami kono garvo nirodhok oshudh khelaam na. Rahul ke bollam, aami ma hote chai. Aamra sex kore gelam, bhalobeshe sex korlam, eke opor ke tripti diye sex korlam. Rahul thatta kore jigyesh korechilo, “ki holo borer kaache baacha chao ni keno.”
Aami uttor diyechilam, “borer kacheye to baacha chaachi, tumiye to aamar bor. Aar jaar saathe aami thaki, se majhe majhe raatre 4 – 5 minute aamar saathe sex kore thikoye, kintu 5 minute er besi dhore rakhte pare na, sob beriye jai. Hoye gele paas phire ghumiye jai. Aamio nischinte ghumoi, tomar kotha bhebe. Porer din oshudh kheye ni. Aar ekhon tomar baachha pete aasley, o khusie hobe.”
Chuti sesh e Rahul Bangalore chole gelo. Aaro ek maas por bujhte paarlam, aami pregnant. Khusite mon bhore gelo. Nischinto hobar jonno, doctor er kaache gelam, sob parikha kore doctor bollo, “Aapni MA hote jaachen.” Porer din Rahul ke phone korar khub chesta korlam kintu line pelaam na. Khub kharap laaglichilo. Maathaye ekta buddhi aaslo, post office e giye Rahul ke ekta telegram korlam “ ‘CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE A FATHER’, your loving wife, Aalo.”
Parer din phone e Rahul ke pelam, Khub khusi Rahul, aamaro bhison aanondo hochhilo. Aanek kotha bollam aamra.
Jotha somoye baaper baarite aami ekti konya sontyan er jonmo dilam. Phuthpute gayer rong, sundor mukhosree, chokhduto baro baro, mayamoy.
Aamar Meye dekhte aamader aase paaser lokera esechilo. Aamader aager parar lokerao eshechilo. Tar modhey ek din Dipti aar or ma o eshechilo. Diptir bon, Madhu dir biye aageye hoye giyechilo. Kakima bollo je Diptir jonno ora chele khujche. Aamar ki mone holo, bhablaam, Rahuler biye Diptir saathe deywa jai na? Ek phake Dipti ke eka peye bollam, “Ki re, Rahul er kotha ekhono mone pore?”
Dipti lojja peye bollo, “Ki je bolo na tumi Aalodi.”
Aami bollam, “Ekhono Rahul eka, or baba ma patri khujhe, bolbo ki?”
Dipti bollo, “Issssh, tomar Rahul jeno aamake pochondo korte choleche.”
Aami hese bollam, “Jodi pochondo kore?”
Dipti hotath aamar haath dhore bollo, “Aalo di, Jodi tumi paaro Rahuler saathe aamar biye dite, tahole saara jibon aami tomar kaache kritogyo thakbo.” Dekhi or chokhe jol. Bhison maya holo.
Bollam, “Tui mone mone Rahul ke bhalobashish tai na? Sotti kore bol, lojjar kichu nei.”
Dipti aamake joriye dhorlo. Mukhey kichu bolte paarlo na.
Raatre kothay kothay ma ke bollam, dekhona Rahuler baba ma er saathe kotha bole, Diptir saathe Jodi Rahuler Biye ta hoi.
Emonie sonjog, je dui din por, Monjula di, arthaat Rahuler ma aamader baari aaslo. Maajhe maajhe Rahuler ma er aageo eshechen. Ebar esheche aamar meye dekhte. Sundor ekta sonar bala dilo aamar meyeke. Mone mone bollam, tomar naatni ke aashirbad korley. Manjula di, na, naam dhore daakte kirokom laagche, baroncho boli Rahuler ma, aamar ghore bosey ma er saathe golpo korchilo. Kothay kothay bollo je Rahuler biyer chesta korche. Ma kichu chinta kore bollo, “Monjula, ekta kotha bolbo, tora ki nijeder jaat chaara biye dibi na?”
Rahuler ma bollo, “Na na Kakima, aamra sotti kotha bolte ki, kono jaat paat maani na, aamra ekta bhalo sundor meye khujchi, tomar chena jana aache naki keu?”
Ma uttor dilo, “Ekta meye aache, kintu oder jaat aalada. Toder Jodi kono aapotti na thake, kotha bole dekhte paari.” Ma aaro bollo, “Tobe boltey paari, mayeti bhari misti dekhte aar swabhab choritro o khub bhalo. Tor kaka to aabar swajaat chaara cheler biye debe na, taa na hole aami aamar Tushar er saathe biye ditaam.”
“Aami ki kakar saathe kotha bolbo?” Rahuler ma jigyesh korlo.
Ma dirgho niswas phele bollo, “Kono laav hobe na, aami du – teen baar kotha bolechi, kintu tomar kakar ek kotha, ‘Ora aamader jaater noy’, aar ki bolbo bolo.”
Rahuler ma bollo, “Dekho Kakima, bollam to, aamader jaat niye kono aapotti nei. Aamader thikana ta konya pokher kaache diye diyo aar odyer Jodi agrasor hote kono aapotti na thake, aamader sathe jeno jogajog kore.”
Jokhon ei sob kotha batra cholchilo, aamar takhon moner modhey bhison ekta betha jege uthechilo, Rahul, aamar Rahul, se Jodi biye kore ta holey je aamar aar ekaar hobe na Rahul. Kintu nijeke saantona dilam, aami to chai Rahul biye koruk, aami jaani Rahul tobu aamake bhalobashbe. Aamake aaro sakto korte hobe mon ke, Rahul ke bojhate hobey, Rahul ke biye korar jonno raaji korate hobe je kono bhaabe.
Du – teen din por ma Dipti der baari gelo. Phire eshey jaanalo, diptir baba ma er kono aapotti nei, baarancho ora du haat diye ei prostab loofe niyeche. Tara jato sighro pare, jogajog korbe Rahuler baba ma er saathe.
Aaro ek maas por Rahuler ma khabor paathalo, je ora dipti ke dekhte aasche, aamar ma aar baba keyo taader saathe jete anurodh koreche. Baacha choto boley aami gelam na.
Dipti der baarir theke phire eshey Rahul er baba ma aamader baari eshechilo. Bollo je oder meye pachondo hoyeche, ekhon sudhu Rahul eshey ekbar meye dekhe jaak aar pachondo karuk, ta holey biye diye debe.
Sedin raatre aami ekta chiti likhlam Rahul ke, mone koriye dilam je Rahul aamake kotha diyeche aami ja bolbo ta sunbe, Rahul ke biye korte bollam, aamar aar diptir ekta chobi chilo, seta pathiye dilam. Bojhalaam okey, bou ke jeno kakhono abohela na kore, bou ke jeno theek serakam bhalobaashe jerakom aamake bhalobaashe. Aami chaai Dipti jeno sukhi hoi, taaholey aami sukhi hobo. Aar biye korleyo Rahul ke likhlam, je aami tao okey chaarbo na, aamra aamader bhalobasha hariye jete debo na. Aami aaro likhlam je aaro baacha chai Rahuler kaach theke.
Ekbar sujog peye phone o korlam Rahul ke. Aabar bojhalam, sesh porjonto kotha dilo Rahul. Dipti ke biye korbe.
Aami aamar baaper baarir thekeye aabar school join korlam karon baacha ke ma dekha suno korto. Aar ektu baro na howa porjonto aamra theek korechilaam aami baper bari tei thakbo.
Rahuler ma khabor paathalo je Rahul dipti ke biye korte raaji hoye giyeche. Rahul naki photo dekheyi biyete raaji hoyeche, nije aar meye dekhte chaay ni aar baba maa er upor chere diyeche. Biyer tarik o thik hoye gelo.
Diptir baba ma aar dipti ek din eshaye nemontonno kore gelo. Ora khub khusi. Dipti aamar haath dhore dhyanno bad jaaniechilo. Aami khusi habo na kaandbo bujhte paarchilaam na. Nijeyi to sotin niye aaslam aamar jiboney.
Ek maas por Rahuler biye hoye gelo. Biyer ek soptaho aage aamra aabar milito holaam. Ekey opor ke bhison aador korlaam. Pran juriye diye aamra jouno khelaye maatlam. Kotha dilam eke aporke, aamra du jon keu kauke chaarbo na, kintu kauke jaanteo debo na aamader bhalobashar kotha.
Rahuler biye hoye galo. Din kuri por Rahul, Dipti ke niye Bangalore choley gelo. Aamar buk ta phaanka hoye gelo.
Dui bochor por Rahul, Bangalore er chakri chere diye Kolkata te airport e chaakri nilo. Ei dui bachorer modheye Rahul teen maas antor antor aamake aager theke jaanie, Kolkata aasto. Aamra milito hotam.
Rahul aamake bolechilo, “Aami Diptike abohela kori na theekoi, kintu mon bhore bhalobasteo pari na. Tobe Dipti ke bujhteo di ni aar Diptir kono chahida apooron rakhi ni. Diptir songe jokhon sex kori, takhon aami sobsomoy bhabee je aami tomar saathe sex korchi. Tobe aekta kotha aami sweekar korchi Dipti aamake bhison bhalobashe. Dipti ke thakaachi bhaable kharap laage.”
Kolkata te aasar por, Diptir saathe aamar jaata yaat bere gelo, aabar lookiye Rahuler saatheo soman bhabe milito hotam. Dipti aamake jeno nijer bon er mato bhalobaaste laaglo. Hoi se aamar barite aasto noi aamake deke paathato. Nemontonno korto je kono ektu bhalo kichu randhle. Aami aar aamar meye jetam. Aamar swamir somoy hoto na bebsha chere kothao jete. Badhyo hoye aamakeo Rahul aar Dipti ke nemontonno korte hoto. Ei melameshar pholey Rahul aar aamar praye dekha hoto kintu aamra normal bebohar kortam. Onnyo dike Dipti aamake taar eto kaache tene nilo je aami ki korbo bujhe uthte paarchilam na. Dipti aamake taar songsaarer sob kotha bolte suru korlo.
Thaatta kore ekbar jigyesh kore chilam, “Kire Dipti, Rahul ke peye khusi to?”
Dipti bolechilo, “Ha go, bhison khusi, Rahul ekjon ideal husband. Aamake khub bhalo bhabe rekheche. Tomake sotti dhanyabad jaanai, tumi chesta na korle Rahul er saathe aamar biye ta hoto na.”
Kolkata te aasar choy maas por Dipti Pregnant holo. Jotha somoy Rahul aar Diptir ekti Konya sontan holo. Bhari sundor aar phorsa meyeti.
Rahul aar Diptir meye jonmaabar dui maas aage aamio ter pelaam je aami pregnant. Rahul aar aami aabar baba ma hote cholechi. Rahul aamake jigyesha korechilo, “Tomar bor kono sondeho korbe na to?”
Aami sedin Rahulke sob bolechilaam. Aamar bibahito jibon kirokom kaatche. Rahul ke bollam, “Tumi to jaano aamar bor ekjon babsayi. Dokan aache. Boyose o aamar theke baaro bochorer boro. Klanto hoye baari phere. Prothom prothom sex korto aamar saathe, kintu 3 theke 5 minute er modhey taar sob ros beriye jeto aar se paas phire gumiye jeto. Dhire dhire taar sex chahidaa o komte thaake. Aajkaal aami uddyog na nile sex kore na. Tao sei 3 theke 5 minute. Aar or saathe jedin sex kori tar porer din aami oshudh kheye ni, jaate pete baachha na aashey. Tomar baacha pete dhorar por or saathe sex korechi. O bhebechey baacha or, tai bhison khusi hoye aamake goyna kine diyeche.”
Ebar aamar chele holo. Sasur barite bhison khusi sobai. Rahul aar Dipti o khabar peye eshechilo. Dipti bollo, “Ki bepaar, aaro ichhe aache naki?”
Aami hese bole chilam, “Na ra ebar operation koriye niyechi. Dutoi jothesto.”
Thatta kore bolechilam Dipti ke, “Tobe tui kintu ekhoni thamis na, aaro koyekta baachar jonmo de.”
Dipti o haaste haaste bolechilo, “Aami to bhablaam tomar saathe paalla debo, ta tumi to dekhchi nijei maath theke sore gele.”
Dekhte dekhte aaro dui bochor kete gelo. Rahul aar aamar prem lila ektuku o kome ni. Baarancho aamader bandhon jeno aaro govir hoye gelo. Choy maas por Dipti khabar dilo je aabar ma hote choleche. Aaro choy maas por Diptir aar ekti meye holo. Rahul ke thaatta kore bolechilaam, “Kemon laagche char char te baachhar baap hoye.”
Rahul serious mukhey jobab dilo, “Cheyechilaam to ekti bou er saathei baas korbo aar taar baachar baap hobo, kintu tomar paallaye pore aamar duto bou aar duto bouer baachhar baap holaam. Sob theke koster bepaar holo, duto baachha ke aami kaache paai na.”
Sune aamar khub khaarap laaglo.
Jai hok, Dipti aar aami, aamader chele meyeder maanush korte besto hoye porlaam. Rahul ekti baari korlo kolkatar theke 20 km doore. Kauke ei bepar ti jaanay ni. Aamke Rahul sekhaney niye jeto. Aamra sekhanei dujone milito hotam. Ei bhabai aamader jibon kaat te laaglo.
Dekhte dekhte aamar jiboner 54 ti bachor paar hoye gelo. Aamar meye Tia, taar biye hoye giyeche. Chele Debobroto, engineering paas kore chaakri korche. Diptir takhon 52 bachor boyosh. Diptir Baro meye Taniya, aar choto meye Papiya, taader dujonaar o biye hoye giyeche.
Hotath ekdin khabor pelam, Dipti hospitale bhorti hoyechey, Serious obostha. Last stage e dhora poreche spleen cancer. Giye dekhi Dipti bichaanaye suye aache, aamake bollo, “Aalodi, tumi esecho, khub bhalo. Aamar somoy hoye giyeche, meye jaamai der tomar jimmaye rekhe gelaam, tumio to oder ma. Ektu khabor rekho oder.”
Bollam, “Ki jaa taa bolchis, tui thik hoye jaabi, tui nijeyi tor meye jaamai der khabor raakhte paarbi.”
Dipti hese bollo, “Na Aalodi, aar aamar besi din baki nei. Doctor teen maas somoy diyeche.”
Sune aami chup kore gelam. Rahul o sekhanei chilo. Kichukhon por Rahul ektu beriye gelo.
Tokhon Dipti bollo, “Aalo di, tumi ki dui ek diner modhye ektu somoye niye aaste paarbe? Tomaar saathe aamar ektu kotha aachey.”
“Ki kotha re?” aami prosno korlaam.
“Temon kichu na, tomar saathe bosey ektu kotha bolte ichheye korche.” Dipti bollo.
Aami bollam, “Thik aachey dekhi, aasbo ekdin sokal sokal.”
Prayei Dipti ke dekhte jetaam bikele, ek der ghontar jonno. Din kurir modhey dekhlaam Dipti jeno aaro din din sukiye jaache. Ta sottyeo, Dipti baari jete chaichillo. Doctor o aapotti korlo na. Dipti ke barite niye aasha holo. Diptir meye jaamai ra o itimodhye khabor peye Kolkata chole esheche. Aamake dekhe Tania aar Papiya khub kaandte laaglo, khub kharaap laagchilo. Rahul keo dekhlaam bhison monmora. Meye duto jaate kaana kaati na kore taai nijeke sokto kore rekheche.
Mone pore gelo Dipti aamake ekdin sokaal sokaal jete bolechilo. Por din sokal dosta nagad Diptir baari gelam. Dipti eka ghore e suye aache, ghorer ek konaye oxygen cylinder o raakha aachey. Dipti aamake dekhey ektu haaslo. Bollo, “Aamake dhore ektu bosiye dao na.”
Pechone duto baalish diye Dipti ke bosiye dilaam.
Jiggyesh korlaam, “Rahul kothay?”
Bollo, “Ei ek ghonta aage gelo. Saara raat ekhane chilo, kaal raatre aamar sorir ta bhison kharaap hoyechilo, oxygen dite hoyechilo. Ekhon aanek bhalo aachi tai Rahul ke onnyo ghore paathie diyechi bisraam nite.”
Papiya aar Taniya taader sosur baari giyeche, bikele phirbe.
Aami Diptir paase bose or haath dhorlaam. Bhison roga hoye giyeche. Kichokhon chup kore thakar por Dipti bollo, “Aalo di, tomaake ekta kotha bolchi, raag koro na aamar upor, kemon,” ektu chup kore theke aabar bollo, “Tomar aar Rahuler somporko ki aami sob jaani.”
Maathaye ke jeno ekta haaturi diye maarlo. Saara ga haath pa kaampte laaglo, bhoye, na lojjaye jaani na. Muhurter modhey mone holo, ki kore jaanlo. Mukh, kaan garame laal hoye gelo. Kono kotha bolte paarchilaam na. Kichukhon por ter pelaam, Dipti aamar haath dhore naarache. Takalam or dike. Diptir chokhe mukhe takhon jeno prochondo ekta saantir chaap.
Aamar haath ta dhore bollo, “Bhoy peyo na, etodin kau ke bolini jokhon, kono din kau ke bolbo na.” Aami takhono chup kore aachi.
Dipti aabar bollo, “Aasole aamra keu thik bhaabhe Rahul ke chinte paari ni. O kono dino kau ke thokate ba dukhho dite pare na. Sob somoy chaaye onnyoder ki kore sukhi raakhbe, ki kore sobaike haasi khushi raakhbe. Nijer asubidha kakhono chinta korena.”
Mone mone bollam, ‘thik chineche o Rahulke’, kintu mukhe kichu bollam na, chup kore thaaklam.
Besh kichukhon chup chaap thakar por dekhlaam Dipti klaanto hoye chokh bujhe aache. Aamar haath ta takhono or haather modhye. Aaste haath ta ber korte jeteyi, Dipti aabar aamar haath ta chepe dhore bollo, “Jeyo na.”
Aami dirgho niswas phele bollam, “Aar theke ki korbo bol.”
Dipti bollo, “Tomaar upor ba Rahuler upor aamar kono raag nei.”
“Keno?” much theke beriye gelo.
Dipti ekta muchki haasi hese bollo, “Tomra to bhalobesecho, taate onnaye ki aache?”
Chup kore Diptir mukher dike taakiye chilaam. Jiggesh korlaam, “Ki kore jaanli?”
Dipti bollo, “Biyer por Rahul kemon jeno lojja peto aamar kaache aaste. Aami bhebechilaam chelera prothom ja korar suru korbe kintu Rahul kotha bolto kintu aamake chuto na. Praaye dos deen paar hobar por ek raatre aami ichhe kore jeno ghumer modheye okeye joriye dhori. Takhon Rahul o dhire dhire aamake joraye. Se raatre Rahul aamar kapor komore uthiye prothom bar sex korlo. Bhoy o laagchilo, aabar nijer sorir ti okey dite bhaalo o laagchilo. Sedin theke aamra praye sex kortaam. Ei bhabe dui ti bochor kete gelo.”
Ki jeno ekta chinta kore Dipti boltey laaglo, “Rahul sob somoye chesta korto jaate aamar puro tripti hoi. Aamar sorir er ros o sob khosiye ditto. Klanto hoye aami ghumiye jetam. Kakhono kheyal korini je Rahul er birjyo sobsomoy berhochhe na. Rahul nijeo kono din aamake bujhte dai ni. Ek bar office er kaaje teen din er jonno Kolkatae esechilo. Pherot aasar por, se raatre aamra sex korchilaam. Bhison bhabe Rahul aamar saara sorir chumute chumute bhoriye dilo. Taarpor jokhon o aamar upor chore aamake aanek khon dhore chudchilo, aamar jol khose porlo aar aami okey haath pa diye aakre dhorlaam. Thik takhon hotath Rahul o kempe kempe uthlo aar or sob birjyo beriye gelo aamar jonir modheye. Rahul o aamake aakre dhore bole boslo, ‘Aalo, Aaloooo, aamar Aaloo.’ Boleye kintu o bujhte paarlo ki boleche. Or badhon seethil hoye gelo.”
Lojjaye aamar chokh kaan garam hoye gelo. Dipti takhono bolcholo, “Aami takhon o thik maton kichu bujhte paarini. Jokhon bujhte paarlaam, takhon obaak hoye taakiye roilaam Rahuler dike. Komorer upor kapor dola paakano chilo, thik kore nilaam, blouse er botaam gulo khola chilo, laagiye nilaam aar ei somoyer modheye bujhe gelaam aamar swami tomaake bhalo basheye. Rahul maatha nichu kore chup chap bose chilo. Jiggesh korlaam, ‘Ki byepaar bolo to. Tomaar aar Aalodir modheye ki kichu aacheye?’
Dipti aabar ektu themye bolte suru korlo, “Rahul kichukhon chup kore theke aaste aaste aamake sob kichu bollo, ki bhabe tomra dujone suru korle eke opor ke bhalo baste, keno Rahul aamake biye koreche, Tomader dui joner milon, eke opor ke ki ki kotha diyecho sob. Rahul aaro bollo, “Aami paarchi na aar tomaake thokate Dipti. Aami Aalo ke bhalobaashi thikoi, kintu tomakeo bhalo baste suru korechi.” Aami chup kore sob sunlaam.”
Eto kotha bole, Dipti haapiye giyechilo. Chokh buje pechone baalisher upor helaan diye bosey chilo. Aami ki bolbo bhebe paachilaam na. Utheye chole jaabo kina bhabchi, takhon Dipti aabar bolte suru korlo, “Jaano Aalo di, sedin sob sune aamar bhison raag, abhimaan aar hinghsa hoye chilo tomar upor aar Rahuler upor. Dui din kono kotha boli ni. Rahul o aamake kichu bole ni theeki, kintu or chokh mukh bhison sukiye giyechilo. Dui din keu kichu khai ni.”
Dipti ektu uthye bosey bollo, “Kintu duto kotha mone pore gelo aamar. Prothom ta holo, Aamar didi, Madhudi, aar Jaamaibabur somporkye chir dhoreche. Jaamaibabu didi ke abohela kore, taka poisa thik maton deye na. Didi jakhon ter pelo je jaamaibabu onnyo meyeder kaache jai, jaamai babu prothome eriye gelo aar mitheye kotha bollo. Jokhon haathe naate dhora porlo, takhon didike maar dhor korlo. Prothom prothom didi kauke bole ni, seshe ma ke jaanaye aamar biyer por. Sesh porjonto divorce hoy jaye. Se tulonaye Rahul aamake abohelo to ekdom kore ni baroncho aamar sob chaahida metaabar chesta kore. Aamake to sob kotha sotti sotti bole dilo, koi aamar kaache to lukoye ni kichu. Ditiyoto mone pore gelo Aalo di je tumi bolechile aamake aar aamar didi ke je Rahul ekjon ke bhalobaashe. Didi aabar aamake bolechilo je ta holey tokey sotin er ghor korte hobe aar aami boley chilaam besh tai korbo.”
Dipti aabar kichukhon chupkore theke bollo, “Mone mone bhaablaam, jokhon sotin niye thaakte hobe tai soi, kintu Rahuler bhalobasha o joy korte hobey. Na, raag kore kichu hobey na. Rahul er mone ki aache jaanta hobey. Rahuler kaache gelaam aar okey bollam, ‘Dui din dhore chup chap theke, na kheye thaaklei ki aamader samosya mite jaabe?” Rahul ekbar aamar dike taakalo, kintu kichu bollo na. Aami bollam, ‘Tumi bollye, aamake o bhalo baste suru korecho, aamar chokhe chokh rekhe bolo to sotti tumi aamake bhalobaaso kina?’ Rahul aabar aamar dike taakalo, chokhe chokh rekhe bollo, ‘Sotti Dipti, aami tomakeo bhalobaaste suru korechi.’ Or chokh diye dekhlaam jol goraache, aamar buker modheye kemon kore uthlo, eggiye giye okey joriye dhorlaam.”
Dipti aabar jeno haapiye giyeche. Maathata aabar baalishe rekhe bolte laaglo, “Rahuler buker modhey aamar mukh guje bollam, ‘ta holey tomar moner sob kotha aamake khule bolo, ki korte chaao, aamake ki korte hobe, aamar kaache tumi ki aasha karo, sob.’ Rahul aamar pithe haath bolaate bolaate bollo, ‘Dipti, aami jaani na aami ki chaai, Aalo ke saamajik bhabe biye na korleyo, moner modhye aami okey aamar bou boley swikar kori. Aabar tomaake aami saamajik bhaabe biye korechi, tumi aamar bou, khali lok somaajer saamne noy, aamar antoraatyar modheyo, aami tomaake kakhono ekta khelar putul bhaabi ni. Aami tomaake kakhono abohela korte parbo na, kaaron aami tomaakeo bhaalobaasi.’ Aami tokhon bollam, ‘Aamar modhye nischoy kichu tumi khojo kintu pao na, hoito Aalodir kaach theke pao, tai aamar saathe raatre sex korleyo tumi Aalodir kotha bhaabo. Tumi aamake tomaader sex koraar biboron sob bolo, aamio chesta korbo tomaake sukh ditey.’ Rahul aamake taar buker modhye tene nilo.”
Dipti taar kotha gulo bole jaachilo, aar aami chup chap sunchilaam. Dipti aabar kichukhon bisraam kore bollo, “Aalodi, sedin Rahul details e tomar aar or milon er bornona sob boley chilo. Aami miliye dekhlaam, aanek tofaat aache tomar Rahuler saathe sex koraar, aar aamar Rahuler saathe sex korar modhye. Prothomato, aami kono din o sompurno kaapor chopor khule, nengto hoye Rahuler saathe sui ni, ditiyoto, aami kono dino Rahuler Baara mukher modhye ba jeeb diye chusi ni. Rahul aamar guder modhye mukh diye chumu khete gele ba jeeb diye chaat te gele, aami baadha diyechi, Rahul o kono din jor kore ni. Aami kakhono nije uddyog niye Rahuler upor bose chudini ba haatu gorey bosey pechon theke o choda chudi korini. Anek kichu aamake sikhte hobe.”
Dipti chokh buje kichukhon theke aabar bollo, “Theek korlaam aamio paarbo Rahulke khusi korte, sob kichu bina lojjaye, bina dhidhye korbo. Raatrer khaabar khelaam dujoney bosey. Takhono Rahul puro puri saabhabik hoi ni. Rahul bosaar ghore giye ekta boi niye porte boslo. Aami kaaj sesh kore sobar ghore gelaam. Sorir theke sob kaapor chopor khule phellaam. Puro puri nangto hoye, aiynaar saamne daariye nijer sorir tikey ghuriye phiriye dekhlaam. Lojja sorom bole takhon aamar mone kichu chilo na. Opekhya korte laaglam Rahuler jonno.”
Aami chup chaap Diptir kothaa gulo sunchilaam. Dipti bolye gelo, “Ek ghonta por, Rahul bodh hoi bhebechilo aami ghumiye giyechi, ghore dhuklo. Night light khali jolchilo, kintu ghore dhukei dekhte pelo aami puro nengto hoye bichanaate ordho soya obosthaye or jonno opekhya korchi. Aamake oi obosthaye dekhe Rahul stobdho hoye daariye roilo. Ebar aami uthe boslaam. Dui haath baariye Rahul ke daaklaam aamar kaache. Rahul ektu porey aamar kaache eshay bichanar upor boslo. Aami or haath dhore aamar dudher upor raakhlaam.”
Dipti aabar uthye boslo aar bollo, “Rahul aamar chokher dike taakiye chilo. Aamaka sudhu bollo, ‘Aamake khoma kore dao.’ Aami Rahulke aamar buker modhye tene bollam, ‘chi, o sob kotha bolte nei, ja hoyeche hoyeche, ebar theke ja korbe, aamake bole korbe, aami tomake kono baadha debo na. Aamake chaara, sudhu Aalodir saathei korbe. Onnyo kono meyer saathe na.’ Rahul aamar mukher dike taakiye bollo, ‘na, Aalo ke bole debo je taake bhaalobaasi thikoyee kintu aar sex korte paarbo na.’ Aami bollam, ‘Na Rahul, O tomar prothom prem, Tumio or prothom prem. Ta chaara tumi bolle, okey duto chele rape korechilo. Thik taar porey tumi or jiboney eshecho. Tumi or jiboney na aasley hoito Aalodi emon kichu kaaj korey bosto jaatey onar jiboney sudhu kosto aar dukhyo thaakto. Aami chai na tomra sob kichu bondo kore dao. Jemon tomra milito hotey, sei rakom bhabei tomra milito hobe, Aar aamar ekta kotha raakhbe? Aalodi ke jaante diyo na je aami sob jaani.’ Rahul aamar dike obaak hoye taakiye chilo aamar kotha suney.”
Dipti ektu bisraam niye bollo, “Aami Rahul ke aaro bollam, ‘Aami tomaake chuye bolchi, aamar kaaror upor kono raag nei, kono abhimaan nei, hingseyo kori na, sudhu tomaar aador chaai, tomaar bhaalobaasha chai, aamar kono aapotti nei aalodir saathe tomaake share korte, sudhu aamake o somaan bhaabe tumi aador koro, bhaalobaaso.’ Rahul aamar kotha sune aamake ebar taar buker modhey tene niye joriye dhorlo aar aamar maathaye, kopale, gale, ghaare chumu khete laaglo. Aami aar thaakte paarchilaam na, or buker theke maatha ber kore bollaam, ‘dekhcho na aami puro nangto, tumi ta holey jaama kaapor porey aacho keno?’ Rahul bollo, ‘Tumi dekhchi puro palte gecho.’ Aami kono kotha na bole or genji ta khulte chesta korlaam. Rahul uthey nijeye sob kaapor chopor khule phele puro nangto hoye gelo.”
Ebar Dipti aamar dike taakiye ektu heshe bolte laaglo, “Rahul bichaanar kaache aasasr aageyi aami bichaanar theke uthey or kaache giye haatu gore or baara ta dhorlaam, Rahul ektu obak hoye gelo. Aami dui teen baar or baara ta upor nich kore naariye mukher modhye dhukiye dilaam. Rahul laaf diye sorey jete chesta korlo, baara ta aamar mukher bhetor thekey beriye gelo kintu tao aami aamar haath diye dhore chilaam. Rahul bollo, ‘Dipti, tomaake emon kichu korte hobe na ja tumi pochondo karo na, please Dipti, aami emnitei tomaake bhaalo baasi.’ Aami takhono baara ta dhore chilaam, ebar uthey daaralaam, bollam, ‘chalo bichaanaye, aami aaj theke baarao chusbo aar tomaake diye aamar gud o chosaabo aar chaatabo. Kono ghenna nei aamar, dekho, aamake sikhte dao. Debena sikhte? Tumi aamake sekhaabe na?’ Rahul ebar hotath aamake paanj kola kore tule dhorlo. Aaste aaste bichaanaye enay soyalo, aamar paase boslo aar aamar mukhta dui haath diye dhore aamar thoter upor or thoth rekhe aamake chumu khete laaglo.”
Aami chup kore Diptir kotha gulo sunchilaam. Dipti bole galo, “Se raatre aami prothom baara chuslaam, nijer gud chuste dilaam. Aalo di, tumi aamader jiboney na thaakley aami kono din o jaante paartam na sotti kaarer sex kaake bole, bujhlaam sex er aanondo je ki. Tumi, tomar ajaante aamake sex kato rakom bhaabe kora jaaye sikhiyecho. Aaro sikhlaam, sex e eke apor ke aanondo diyei nije aanondo upobhog kora jaye.”
Dipti bhalo korey uthye bosaar chesta korlo, aami okey bosiye pither pechone baalish gulo thik thak kore dilaam. Dipti aamar haat duto dhore bollo, “Rahul aamake sei choti choda chudir boi ene diyeche, jegulo tomaake dekhiyechilo, aar taar theke Rahul aamake sikhiyeche, jegulo tumi Rahul ke sikhiyechile. Aalo di, tomar kotha maton Rahuler birjyo ros aami baire nosto hote di ni, prothom din ektu baire porechilo, aami chete niyechilaam. Tumi jemon sob chuse gilte paaro, aamio Rahul ke chuse, or birjyo ros, mukher modhye niye gilte paari. Tumi jemon or upore bosey or baara ta tomar modhye dhukiye chudte paaro, aamio Rahul ke suiye, or baarar upor bosey aamar guder modhey niye okey chudte paari. Aamar o kono asubidha hoi na Rahul jokhon aamar pond er modhye or baara ta dhukiye aamake chode, baroncho aamar besh bhaloi laage.”
Kichukhon chup kore thekye aabar Dipti bolte suru korlo, “ Rahul ke ekbaar bolechilaam, Aalodike tumi chao to baari te eney chudte paaro, Rahul sudhu bolechilo, na aami tomader modhye kono gondogol hok chai na, doore doore e thaako tomra. Aamar kotha sunei Rahul ekta baari kene, jekhaane tomra giye nischinte sex korte paaro. Aalo di, Tomar upor aamar kono raag ba abhimaan ba hingsha kichu nei. Aami jaani tumio aamar upor kono hingsha karo na. Tai tomake anurodh korchi aamar meye dutoke tumi dekho. Rahul keyo tumi dekho, or mon ta bhison norom.”
Sedin aami ki kore je baari phirechi, aami nijeyi jaani na. Dipti o aar besi din baache ni. Ek soptaher modhyei maara gelo. Oder baari giye jato tuku paari sambhlalaam odeyer. Rahul jeno ekta paathorer murtite rupaantor hoye giyechilo. Eka peye bollaam, “Nijeke sambhlayo, meye dutor dike cheye nije bhenge poro na.”
Rahul bollo, “Chesta korchi.”
Kichukhon chup kore theke bollaam, “Dipti aamake ek soptaho aageye boleche je o sob jaane aamader somporko.”
Rahul sudhu bollo, “Dipti aamake boleche je o tomaake sob boleche.”
Dekhte dekhte somoy paar hoye gelo. Dipti mara jaabar teen bochor por aami o bidhoba hoye gelaam.
Aaj aaro ek bochor por thik korlaam aamar jibonee likhbo, tai likhte boslaam. Aaj aamar boyosh 58, Rahul er boyosh 61. Aamader Chele meyera jibone protisthito. Chele America te chaakri kore.
Aamar naame ekti flat kine diyeche aamar meyera, sei apartment er aar ekti flat Rahul er chela Rahuler naame Kine diyeche. Duto flat e paasa paasi. Duniyaar chokhe aamra dujone bidhoba, kintu aamra jaani, aamader saathi ekhono jibito aache. Roj sokaale dujonaar dekha hoi niche, eksonge baajare jaai, golpo kori. Bikele paaser park e bosey golpo kori. Taar por je jar baari pherot jaai.
Gobhir raatre, jokhon sobai ghumiye giyeche, Rahul takhon aamar flat e aase. Aamra ekhono dujon dujon ke bhalo baasi, bhison bhaalobaasi. Aamra ekhono majhe majhe sex kori, tobe aager maton sei uddamer saathe noi, aar roj korte paario na, tobe oral sex praye roj kori. Khub bhore, Rahul aabar nijer flat e chole jaaye.
Aamader mone kono khed nei, aamra je eke opor ke bhalo beshechi bole. Aamra Dipti keyo kono din bhule jaabo na.
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