Aalor Kahini (Bengali)

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 matro 5′. Kono cheleyi aamar maton ekti kaalo aar bête meye ke niye ghure berate bodh hoye lojja peto. Baarir 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 par 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 dekhiye 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 jay 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, aisle tor saathe aalap koriye debo.”
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 khaye dilo.
Aar bollo, “toiri thak 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 dudh 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 sorirer modhye uttejona hoi, aar guder bhetor garam sokto baara dhukle, sukh e sukh.”