Aalor Kahini (Bengali)

Canning pouche, ekta rickshaw niye, aamra ektu durye 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 swaami roope mene niyechi, tumio aamake tomar stree roope grohon karo.”

Rahul aabeger songe bollo, “Aamio tomake aamar stree roope chai. Ei somajke aar aami maani na. Chalo aamra paaliye jai. Aamra onno kono sahore giye basobas korbo.”

Aami Rahuler chokhe chokh rekhe saanto golaye bollam, “Tomar chakrir ki hobe, eto bhaalo ekta chakri tumi khoabe. Ta chaara aamder aatiyo sajon ra sob jante paarbey, lokye 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, saanto 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 dikey haat te suru korlam. Sekhne ekta choto dhabar mato dokane alpo bistor khelam. Aabar guest house er dikey takalam. Guest house naameyee, gota dosek 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 e 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 sorirer dhach anubhabh korte laaglam. Rahuler choyae aamar saara sorirer 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 khule phello. Ki sundor chehara Rahuler, forsha 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.