Aritro chheleti roga lomba te, tar purashangeo bises jor nei, ontoto Nivedita r osheem khide metabar moton noy. Aritrer bondhu ami Rahul, amar oder barite jaowa asha oder biyer por por thekei, Aritrer office colleague ami.. Amar chehara besh bhalo, lomba, forsha, majhe majhe gym eo jai... Amar purashango sokto somortho bolishttho, Nivedita er ston er dike takalei ta kompomaan hoe othe, o thaantie sokto dandar moto hoye jay.. Amar pant er opor diye oi lathi ta ke sokto gowar er moto fule thakte Nivedita dekheo felechhe bohubaar... Muchki hesechhe thont bekie...
Akdin, bikele brishtir sondhe belay, ami jachchilam bondhu der sathe thek marte, ek bondhur mama'r barite, hothat cell phone beje uthlo.. Bike thamie, rainproof jacket er pocket haatre jokhon phone ta ber korlam, already missed call.. Number ta Nivedita'r mobile phone er. Buk er bhetor ta brishtir sondhe tar moton i bhije gelo hothat kore, payer majhkhan die ekta sirsire haowa khele gelo, ekta usno tar srot jeno boye gelo amar lingo beye sirdara beye.. uthe gelo ekebare mathay, neshar moto chhorie gelo sara dehe.. mone... Ami oke call back korlam...
"Rahul tumi kothay? Amar boddo bhoy korchhe, ei jhor brishtir raat, barite Aritro o nei, please tumi chole esho, amar eka eka bhison bhoy korchhe.." bhese elo Nivedita r arto konthosshwor... Eki sopno na sotyi... bhabte bhabtei pounchhe gelam, dosh nombor padmapukur road... oder flat e... Dorja khule dilo Nivedita, ek baar door bell bajanor sathe sathei...
Akta sada phin phine nightie porechhilo o, amar haat theke amar bhije jacket ta nie nilo.. Bhije jacket ta buker eto kachhe chepe dhorlo, je sada nightie bhije sochcho hoe uthlo.. Onno somoyer moton ajo Nivedita bra pore chhilo na, fole, or sochcho ratribaas bhed kore sthapotyer moto fute berulo or duto tormuj er moto nitol golakar ston, o sokto bedanar danar moto duikhani bonta. Sei brishtir rateo teshtay amar gola sukie kaath hoe gelo. Ami oke bollam, amar khub teshta peyechhe. O ektu heshe bollo, jai giye jol nie ashi, tumi bosho. Ami hothat kore or haat dhore amar khub kachhe tene nie elam.. tar por or tormuj-e haath rekhe, bollam, "ei teshta to jol e metbar noy... dudh chai... tomar dudh khaowabe amay?" O alto hese or chhotto chhotto hate amake kil marte laglo, ar sorie dite chailo... Amar gaye tokhon kiser sokti bhor korechhilo ke jane... Or nightie chhnire gelo.. buker kachh theke khose porlo kichhu ta ongsho, ar ami du haat die tene chhnire sompurno ulongo korlam oke.
Nicher dike takie dekhi... eki!!!!! Eto l,okloke ekti purushango, thantie ekebare khara hoe roechhe, mundi ta porjonto chokchok korchhe. Ami siure uthe, antke chhitke gie, or dike obaak hoe takalam... O bollo " Bhoy paowar kichhu nei, eti plastic er toiri..." Tarpor bhalo kore takie dekhlam, ekta plastic er belt jatiyo jinis die or komor er sathe ota fix kora achhe bhalo bhabe... Amar chul er muthi dhore o amake mejhe te hatu gere bosie dilo.. Tar por pechhone osombhob jontrona.. Ami artonaad korte thaklam.. Kintu jhor er raat e bidyut er gorjon e somosto artonaad chapa pore gelo. or sei "strap on" baanra tir gaadon e, amar gaand falafala hoe gelo.. Amar pond mere mere kokhon je o amake ogyaan kore felechhilo tao amar jana nei. Porer din sokal e jokhon gyaan firlo, tokmhon dekhi.. Aritro amar mathar kachhe bose, ami kono kotha na barie, chupchaap berie elam. Hetei barir poth dhorlam, karon bike e bosbar sadhyo amar chhilo na...
Sei theke ar kono bondhur bou er dike ami nojor di ni....Tobe ichcha ache, Nivedita ke jodi konodin abar oi bhabe haat e paai, tahole tormuj er moton mai duto tipe laal kore debo... Ar amar ei original baanra die or kolshir moto gaand ar guhaar moto gud ekebare efor ofor kore debo, ar sei hobe amar jotharto protisodh...
