Tomaler Diary Theke.. Urmila – Part 1

Urmila ke bollam… kachhe sore ese boso… thanda kom lagbe. Se bollo… tate abar gorom beshi lagte pare… bolei hashte suru korlo… amar kan 2to gorom hoye uthlo. Bollo bote… kintu sore elo amar kachhe.

Or ager kotha tar jonnoi ki na jani na… ami khub ghono hoye boste parlam na or songe. Urmi ebar bollo… ki? Kachhe deke dure sore achho kano? Keu dekhchhe na amader… ar jothesto ondhokar o achhe. Tomar pobitrota nosto hobe na… atleast hole o keu janbe na… bolei abar muchki muchki hashte laglo.

Ami ebar sore ese or songe sete gelam. Aaaahhh urmir ushnota sotti e valo lagchhilo sit er raat e. Urmi amar gaye helan diye boslo. Ami tokkhono sitiye royechhi dekhe bollo.. uuff tumi to khub bir purush dekhchhi… are baba ami ki kheye felbo naki tomake? Ato voy amake tomar? Ami bollam… voy tomake na… voy amar nijeke.

Urmila bollo… thak ar voy pete hobe na… ektu adhtu dustumi ke ami kathgoray dar korabo na. Ami o ebar sohoj hoye bollam… kotota te ektu adhtu er sima longhito hobe… bujhbo kivabe? Seta amar upor depend korbe… simarekha ke simaboddho ba simahin korar odhikar sudhu amar e thakbe… kotha ta mone rekho… bollo urmi. Ami bollam.. bes ! Mone rakhbo.

Akta haat urmilar pither pichhon theke ghuriye or kadhe rekhe oke nijer buker sathe tene nilam. Urmi o nijeke sope dilo amar buke. Evabei anekkhon bose roilam 2jone. Hall ta akdom nistobdho hoye gelo. Counter er meye ta o alo niviye samner table e paa tule bisram nichhe. Sobdo bolte epash opash theke halka nak dakar awaz veshe aschhe.

Urmi amake thele chit kore suiye dilo. Tarpor amar buker upor mukh guje suye porlo 2 haat e joriye dhore. Ghum peyechhe meyetar… tai amar shorir ke sojja baniye suye porlo. Ar ektu pore ghumiye o porlo. Or gorom nissas amar buke ese jhor tulchhe..

Baire o vitore. Somosto sorir er lomkup gulo te akta kapuni tule dicchhe bar bar. Or chul theke misti akta gondho ese amake obosh kore dichhe. Pourush bidrohi hoye uthte chaichhe… sashone rakhai kothin hoye porechhe. Akbar mone holo oke thele tule di. Kintu or ghumonto mukh ta dekhe maya holo… ki porom nishchinte ghumachhe meyeta.

Ami jege roilam sorir jure aswasti niye… kotokkhon jani na. Vorer dike kothao jharu debar sobdo sune chokh mellam. Sweeper ra saf-safai suru kore diyechhe. Takiye dekhi urmir puro shorir ta amar 2 payer majhe. Kokkhon je oke kol-balish kore ghumiye porechhilam jani na. Ei obosthay amader keu dekhe felle kharap vabbe. Urmi ke aste kore daklam… urmila.. ai urmi… ai…

Urmi nore uthe aro jore joriye dhorlo amake. Or mukh diye uuuuuuuummm kore akta adure shobdo berolo sudhu. Ar mukh ta ghumonto obosthay amar buker khola ongse ghoste laglo. Aaaaaaahhh… sei onuvuti bole bojhano jabe na. Ami anekta jor korei jhakiye dilam.

Ebare chokh mele chailo urmi. Amader obosthan ta dekhe niye ektu lojja pelo se… hoyto vorer alo futte suru korechhe bole. Rater ondhokarer anek sukho-kor kaj o diner alo te ashalin mone hoy. Uthe bose 2 haat upore tule ar-mora vanglo urmila. Or sudoul buk 2to fule uthe uttejok vongi te jeno suprovat janalo amake. Nijeke samlate bar bar himshim khete hochhe amake.

Urmi bollo… shokal hoye gechhe? Bollam… shokal asbe bole vor alo chhitiye poth poriskar korchhe. O henshe fello amar kotha sune. Bollam.. cholo cha kheye asi. Urmi bollo… tar age ektu wash room jete hobe go. Bollam jao… ami egiye gelam counter er dike…

7th November. 2009

Nursing home theke janalo mashimar obostha akkhon anekta steady. Tai bari phirte hobe amake. Raat e ghum hoyni valo.. vison klanto lagchhe. Office e o jetei hobe. Fresh haoa khub joruri. Urmila ke bollam.

Tomal:- cholo tomake drop kore bari te jai.. fresh hobo.. ar kichhu file o nite hobe office jabar age. Tumi fresh hoye ektu rest niye tarpor eso abar… ami lunch time e pouchhe jabo nursing home e.

Urmi:- tumi o amar okhanei fresh hote paro. Tachhara breakfast o kore nebe okhane.

Tomal:- hmm kora jeto.. but amar bari ei nursing home theke kachhe… ar tomader okhane jodi koyekdin thaktei hoy tahole jama kapor o kichhu nite hobe to? Tachhara file gulo bari tei achhe.

Urmi:- jama kapor somossa hoto ta… tomar ar sudip er size ak e hobe. Tobe file nite hole alada kotha.

Tomal:- under garments o sudip er e porbo bolchho? Seta ektu barabari hoye jabe na?

Urmi:- hahaha.. hmm ta hobe… but ogulo pora ki khub joruri bari te?

Tomal:- nijer barite lage na… but juboti bondhu-potnir samne ogulo na pore ghure berano ki osobvota hoye jabe na?

Urmi:- garments to porte nisedh korini.. undar ki baat to undar hi rahega na? Kaun dekhegi?

Tomal:- muskil to okhanei… chhelera undar ki baat hamesha chhupa nehi sakte… specially sundori juboti samne ghora phera korle…

Urmi:- dhat! Osobvo akta… to amake drop kore abar nijer bari jete jete to tomar deri hoye jabe… rest pabe na. Borong tomar asubidha na thakle ami tomar okhanei jete pari. Tomar okhanei ami o fresh hoye nebo.

Tomal:- good idea… cholo tahole…

Taxi niye bari pouchhalam jokkhon matro 6.30 baje. Geyser on kore diye urmi ke bollam fresh hoye nite… tarpor ami kitchen e dhuklam breakfast banate. Akta shorts pore niyechhi. Urmi bathroom e gechhe snan korte… er vitor ready kore felbo vabte vabte ektu pichhiye astei norom shorir er sathe dhakkha laglo. Chomke pichhone phire dekhi… urmi…!