amar chhelebelar rastay ekta gondho lege achhe... kemon jeno metho... sonda-sonda... bhije ekta gondho... shit-grishmo,borsha,bosonto sob somoy she pothe ami e-gondho pai... ekta bishaal math r tar pash diye ekta soru goli... golir du-pashe sar diye dariye bari...golapi-sada tader rong...kintu shob chhapiye amar chokh atke jay golir sobuje....temon kore dekhle kintu e golite gachh temon nei... kintu golita ki kore jeno sob somoy sobuj seje thakte pare....takalei sobuj mone hoy....mather epare dariye ami majhe majhe amar chhelebar golite unki dei... r mone pore jay shei lukochuri khela... babau-r 100 gonar modhye amader jotodur sombhob palate hobe....lukiye porte hobe...jate kichhutei na khunje pay... golita je amader para noy,para chhariye be-paray, tao kokhono mathay asheni... e-barir panchil topke, o-barir gachher chara mariye jokhon nimeshei pouchhe jetam amar chhelebelar golite, tokhon mone hoto....e to amari para...amari goli.....
amra jokhon chhute chhute lukochuri kheltam, golir sobtheke boro bari jeta, shei golapi barir piku da baranday boshe amader khela dekhto.... polio-te pikudar pagulo noshto hoye gechhilo, dourate partona, tai amader dekhei bodhoy shokh metato...oi boyesheo mone achhe, pikudar chokh duto khub ujjwal chhilo...chokchok korto sob samay...oi golitei ekta bari chhilo, talir....unoon dhorato ora...roj sondhye hole jokhon oi talir bari theke unooner dhoya beroto, r amra jala jala chokhe barir dike rowna hotam, tokhono dekhtam pikuda boshe...baranday....pikudar bodhoy unooner dhoay chokh jala korto na....
golita sotyi i boro rongin chhilo.....oi soru golite koto dhoroner bari....tokhon to ja dekhtam tai bhalo lagto....ekta biraat sada bari chhilo, baganwala....amra boltam doctorer bari....malik adou doctor chhilen kina jana nei, kintu tokhonkar dine borolok shoukhin manei doctor bojhato, tai barir malik amader chokhe doctor hoye uthechhilen sohojei....oi golitei chhilo guddir bari...parar, mane amar shei chhotobelar parar sobtheke sundari r naak unchu meye.....oi boyeshei ki demak....sobar sange khelto na...amar moto handa-kyabla gechho meyer sange to moteo bhab jomeni tar...jodio amar khub ichhe chhilo guddi amar bondhu hok...kintu she gure bali...
golir baire ottoboro math, kintu tar sathe moteo bhab chhilona amader...amader jotto khela jeno oi soru, chhotto golite...oi golitei rongona gachh chinechhilam, oi golitei kathpiprer kamor kheye bapre-bapre chechiye para mathay korechhi....
tarpor...onekdin kete gechhe....golita ki kore jeno dheke giyechhilo....unooner dhoao ajkal dekha jayna, hoyto oder bari r unoon jolena.....hoyto oder gas eshechhe....pikuda keo ajkal r dekhina.....ki jani ki kore??? bhulei gechhilam golita achhe.....jawai hoyna o-pothe....boro hoye gechhi je!! hotath aj rate office theke ferar pothe dekhlam hnaa kore mukh bariye amar chhelebelar goli...etodiner aral chhere beriye eshechhe... choke mukhe gaahro abhiman...kintu gaye shei purono, chena bheja gondho....jeno golitar modhye ajo royechhe ekta asto math,pukur,tapur-tupur bristir desh....mather epar theke dariye ami aj abar takalam oi chhotto soru golitar dike....buk bhore swash nilam, r bhora kuashar modhyeo amar nake bheshe elo unooner dhoaar gondho...chokhta hotath jeno jwala jwala kore uthlo......
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