Chandra Kotha – Part II (Bengali)

Kintu hoogly police commissioner er naam porjonto jane na tomal. Bela goriye esechhe… Tomal ghore bose cigarette khachhilo… Kuheli elo amon shomoy. Bollo… Ki? Gram dekhte ese gorachho je? Tomal bollo… Gram to dekhboi… Age gram er jontu janwar gulo chine neoa dorkar… Nahole raat biret e bipode porte pari. Kuheli bollo… Mane? Tomal bollo… Kichhu na. Kuheli egiye ese tomal er koler kachhe bose tar shorirer upor gaa eliye dilo. Tarpor ektu jhuke mai 2to tar mukhe ghose dilo dustumi kore. Tomal bollo… Ai… Chi chi.. Pishtuto darar sathe osobvota?

Loke dekhle ki bolbe? Kuheli bollo… Are akta choti porechhilam… “pishtuto dadar kachhe choda khaoa”… Uuhhh ja hot na story ta… Vabchhi otar practical ta kore nebo. Tarpor bollo… Valo lagchhe na sona… Ekhane na elei valo hoto… Kolkatay ki mojay chhilam bolo to? Ar ekhane to gargir songe ghumate hobe… Mukh kalo hoye gelo kuhelir. Porokkhonei ujjol hoye uthlo mukh… Bollo… Nah.. Gargi ke aaj e dole tante hobe… Tahole ar kharap lagbe na… Chutiye moja kora jabe. Kiser dol re?… Bolte bolte ghore dhuklo gargi. Kuheli ke tomar er buke suye thakte dekhe ektu lojja pelo se. Kuheli chokh mere bollo… Issshhh lojja pachhe dekho… Tui o ki amar pishtuto dada vabli naki? Eta to amar sweetheart…

Tai na darling? Bolei gargir samnei tomaler thot e akta chumu khelo. Tarpor gargir dike phire bollo… Tobe vabish na ami achole lukiye rakhi… Chaile tui o taste kore dekhte paris… Asolei khub sweet. Lojjay aro lal holo gargi… Tarpor bollo… dhat ! Tomal ar kuheli 2jonei henshe uthlo. Tarpor tomal bollo… Eso gargi… Boso. Gargi kuhelir pashe boslo. Tomal bollo… Achha gargi… Kobita ta to tumi porechho… Tomar motamot ki ota niye? Gargi bollo… Amar to upodesh e mone hoy. Kintu upodesh ato ghuriye pechiye debar ki dorkar seta bujhte parlam na. Soja suji e to bolte parto… Eta koro na… Ota koro… Tomal tarpor kuheli ke jigges korlo… Tomar ki motamot kuheli? Kuheli bollo… Faltu kobita… Or vitor upodesh kothay?

Ami hole chhire fele ditam… Jodi na ota kono guptodhan er sutro hoy. Tomal bollo… Guptodhan er sutro jodi hoy.. Tahole seta to jotil kore lekhai niyom kuheli? Abar amon vabe likhte hobe jeno ota faltu mone hoy. Beshi koutuhol na jagay. darao.. Kobita ta ber kori… jhuliye rakha punjabir pocket theke ber korlo kagojta tomal. Srijon ese porar por se kagoj ta nijer pocket e dhukiye niyechhilo. Akbar kobita tay chokh buliye niye bollo… Dekho.. Kobita ta ichhe kore faltu baniye lekha hoyechhe… Othocho chhondo ar matra kheyal koro… Perfect. Chaile ini darun kobitai likhte parten. Eso alochona kori… Prothom line 2to dekho… “Jibonta o chand er moto… Samne alo pichhe khoto”. Tar mane jibon e valo ar mondo 2toi achhe. Porer line 2to…

“Jokkhon aloy vashte thake, keu dekhena ondhokar…. Hothat andhar ghonay jokkhon choturdike bondho daar”. Er mane kora jay je jokkhon manush sukhe thake tokkhon bilashita.. Babu giri kore… Jemon gargir purbo purush ra korto… Tokkhon je kharap shomoy aste pare seta keu vabe na. Kintu hothat durobosthay porle ba gorib hoye gele seta theke beronor potha paoa jayna akta bondhho ghorer moto… Jar dorja janala sob bondho. Kuheli ar gargi 2jonei tomal er byakkhay ghar nere say dilo. Tomal bollo… Porer paragraph ta dekho… “Voy peyona ondhokare… Futbe alo chandra haare”… Mane hote pare… Jokkhon kharap obosthay porbe tokkhon sahosh ar vorsha hariyo na… Futbe alo chandra haare… Mane omabossar ondhokar theke ektu ektu kore je haare chad er alo fute uthte suru kore sevabei olpo olpo kore kharap shomoy kete jabe.

Tar upay o bole gechhen porer 2 line e… “Kanak provay vorao jibon sathik shrom ar kaaj e”… Orthat olos hoye na theke porisrom koro.. Kintu sothik pothe… Tahole tomar jibon o sonar moto jholmol korbe…. “Duwar khule baire eso, Darao jogot majhe”…. Mane ghore bose na theke baire beriye porishrom koro.. Uparjon koro. Gargi bollo… Are taito… Ebar bujhte parchhi mane ta tumi bujhiye dite… Kuheli bollo… Hmmm evabe to vebe dekhini. Tomal bollo… Porer para ta dekho… Aro upodesh achhe. “Dristi rekho choturpashe…. Kothay sujog kokkhon ase”…

Mane chokh kaan khola rakhte hobe… Jeno jokkhon sujog asbe seta ke chinte paro. Porer line 2to… “Opekkha ar dhoirjo rekho indu somo sohonshil… Kamone se jyotsna pete, jomay alo til til”. Er mane hote pare… Dhoirjo dhore porishrom korte hobe.. Chhotfot korle hobe na. Chand er moto dhoirjo ar sohonshilota rakhte hobe… Jemon ondhokar omabossa theke purnima te pouchhate ektu ektu kore boro hote thake… Ektu ektu kore alo jomate jomate purnimar jholmole chand hoye jay… Thik sevabe. Kuheli bollo… Bah ! Nah kobita ta faltu bole annay korechhi ami. Asolei darun bolechhen to uni. Thik e to… Evabei to boro hote hoy… Akdine ki ar boro haoa jay? Gargi o say dilo kuhelir kothay. Kuheli bollo… Tarpor? Poro tomal da…

Valo lagchhe kobita ta ebar. Tomal porte suru korlo….. “Moddhyo boyos poth dekhabe, kothay matha khurte hobe”… Er mane jokkhon boyos olpo thakbe tokkhon sudhu porishrom kore jao… Tokhhon beshi matha ghamanor dorkar nei.. Kintu ektu boyos bere jokkhon matured hobe.. Jokkhon majh boyose pouchhabe… Tokkhon bujhte parbe kivabe tumi uparjito sompod joma rakhbe ba invest korbe… Ba kaje lagabe… Porer line 2to holo… “Sothik pother sondhanete chokrakare ghurchhe hay!… Akar bare akar kome… Sholo-kola purno hoy”.