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Kaalchakra

Ek mash prai  hoye gelo,  jor jeno nameyi na..Daktar- boddi sob-I cholchey kintu kichutei kichu hobar naam nei. Chokh jala ar matha byathat jeno amar chiro-sathi…. Meye sokale office-r jonyo beriye geche. O khub byasto, ekdin-o chute nitey parena. Amar moto ekdomi hoini amar meye. Ami to chilam ram fakibaaj, sudhu chuti neowar obosor khujtam. Aj jokhon meyeke dekhi tokhon nijer din gulo-r kotha khub money pore.

Nijer jonyo ek cup gorom coffee baniye niye janlar kache ese bostei  lokkho korlam meghe kokhon gota akash dheke geche, je kono muhurtey bristi namte parey. Gola hankiye Tuni ke daak dilam, kapor gulo ghore dhokanor jonyo. Kintu o koi, paanch minute hoye gelo, tip-tip bristi o suru hoye geche tobu Tuni-r asar naam nei keno? Oi dekho bhulei gechlam Tuni to nei! Meye oke tailorer kachey pathiyeche or suit gulo collect kore ante. Aj or opor boro dwaityo poreche, didmonir sob kapor samne bose baniye anar, O jodi aj ogulo na niye bari fere to bhoyanok boka-jhoka khete hobe. Or didmoni-r maney amar meyer to abar ei gulo asche Sombar lagbe. Ami-i uthey kapor-chopor tule rekhe ese abar boslam, jotha riti coffee thanda jol. Agey hole eta fele diye fresh ek cup coffee brew kortam, aa j ar ta korlam na….otakei gorom korey nilam. Ki achey…sudhu-sudhu keno nosto kora.

Bristi nemeche  musol dharey. Bairer dike takiye thakte –thakte meyer sathey dui raat ager kothopkothon gulo abar bhabtey boslam:

Meye “Ma amar Sombar kajer sutrey France jawar achey”

Ami boka-r moto prosno kore boslam ”Bah!! Abar? Ki Ei Sombar?”

Khub aschorjyo golai uttor elo ” Hyan Ma, Obviously! Life’s too fast. We don’t take time in taking decisions. My Boss gave me the offer today morning & I had to take it or reject it then and there.”

Abar ar ekta boka prosno korlam “ So, you took it?”

Meye ebar ektu birokto hoye bollo, “ But obvious, isn’t it? Though this trip is not very important  to me, yet you see I couldn’t say no to her. Moreover I have never been to France earlier.”

Ebar ami aschorjyo hoye bollam, “Kintu amar to sori khub kharap re. Ei obostha tey amake je kono muhurtey to haspatal niye chutte hotey parey. Dyakh na baba if you could postpond…..”

Mukher kotha kere niye meye hense uthlo, “Ma, with age tomar mathata jachey! Eta office, amar kothai kaaj hobey naki? Ar tumi chinta koro na, Tuni thakbe to tomar sathey. Hospitaler number to tomar kache achei. Khub serious holey Tuni ke bolo o call korey ambulance deke nebe! Ami bas one week-er jonyo jachi. Be happy for me!” Ei boley meye uttorer kono opekha na kore honhoniye room thekey beriye gelo.

Sediner porey ei niye na ami ar karur sathey kotha bolechi na ami bhebe kono rokom bhabae kharap peyechi. Kintu aj hothat bhabate bose money porey gelo 2014-r ek bikeler kotha. Annoyer bokuni, ma-r aschorjyo gola r sasuri-r gorbito soor. Annoy bodhoi besh regei bolechilo, “Aj jar jonyo sacrifice korli se tor dike ghureo takabe bole ki tor money hoi?” Ami tate uttor diyechilam je ami karur jonyo kono sacrifice korini, ja korechi nijer sorirer jonyo korechi. Foreign jawar scope aro pabo kintu Ma-hobar scope ta je amar ekhon charle cholbey na! Bolechilam amar karur kachey kono expectations nei. I’m just doing my duty to the people who are there not for anyone who has not yet come into this world.

Ma jigesh korechilo, “Ttui parli eto boro decision nitey?” Ar santona diye bolechilo, “Mon kharap koris na aro onek scope asbey”

Ar Mimi janiyechilo, “ Tui ja sacrifice korli tar por  tor jonyo Ma hisebe onek respect bere gelo amar.”

Tokhon sattyi bhabi ni je ami amar bachhar jonyo kichu korchi boley,  kintu aj hothat jiboner sesh odhyay-e ese raag-e dukhye kanna peye gelo, ei-jibone nijer chokhye  France dekhte pelam na bole…

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