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Amar Chotomama

Amar dida agekar diner manush, English prai portey parena bollei chole.... sedin hothat dekhi telegraph ghantche, diye hothat ki jano dekhe khub excited hoye amai daak dilo...."ma ei khoborta ektu por to". Moner sukhye Facebook korchilam, hothat burike paper pore sonatey hobe bhebe ektu biroktoi hoye bollam, "ki dida, aj abar paper porar sokh jaglo keno? Ami ekhon parchina". Prochondo nachorbanda hoye bollo, "tor Chotomamar papere naam beriyeche....tui ki meye re?!?!"

Oma ki pagol buri re babah Chotomamar naam beriyeche, seta agey bolbe to. Chuttey giye haat theke paperta kere niye make haank dilam, "O Ma, Ma eidike eso Chotomamar naam beriyeche go papere....."kothata sesh na korei paperer dike takatei haat-pa thanda hoye gelo....Boro Boro okhorer lekhaguli chiliye chiliye bolche Arup Chatteejee, a Area Chief Manager of Basantimata Colliery, BCCL, saved 167 lives & died in the roof-fall...puro khobor ta r portey parlam na. Didar dik theke mukh ghuriye niye jore hense bollam "Tomar chotochele to hero hoye gelo go.... " 
       

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