Future Prediction

Bhobishshot Bani..
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/21/2010
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All characters are fictitious.
Any resemblance to any person/incident is purely coincidental...
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Bhabchhi ebare indurer douratto bondho korte, garita debo bikri kore.
Moha jalachche eta amay.
Eke to dudin por por tenar mon bigray, ar Bablu r kache gari dile hajar takar kome sare na.
Gotobar holo ki, engine theke dhoya berochche dekhe niye gechilam.
Bablu na dekhei bolechhilo,'Rekhe jan didibhai, din satek bade ashben'.
'Satdin kise lagbe?'Rege giye bolechhilam.
'O, inginer byamo,sob parts khule lagate hobe.Onek hyapa'...
bolei Bablu hank perechhilo, 'ei khyapa, cha diye ja...'

Din satek bade gari pherot pabar por, bikot gondho nake eshe lagte laglo rojdin.
Baba bolechhilo,'Nischoy bhetore kothao indur more ache, Jaa abar diye aay..'

Rage kanpte kanpte, indur-ola gari niye abar gechilam Bablu r garage e..'

'Ki Didibhai, abar bigralo?'Ga jalano hasi hese Bablu bolechhilo.

Ichche korchhilo thash kore mari gale ekta chor, samle bolechhilam,

'Iyarki marar jayga pao ni na? Garir bhetor pocha indurer gondho keno?'

'Apnar baritei indur ache dekhun giye...'bole Bablu cigerrette dhoriyechhilo ekta.

'Shono, baje kotha ektao sunte chaina. Indur porishkar kore gari debe.Na hole parar gunda diye dokan bhenge rekhe debo.'

Amar mukhe gundar kotha sune, Bablu khyak khyak kore hese bolechhilo,'Didibhai er rag ta khub beshi dekhchi...'
Ami aro kichu bolar agei bolechhilo,
'Thik ache, rekhe jan, dekhe debo..'bolei bir bir kore bolechhilo,'Ma chondir bandhobi..'

'Bir bir kore ki bolle?'Prochondo rege jiggesh korechhilam.

'Rag ta koman didibhai...'bolei Bablu chompot diyechhilo.

'Kakler modhdhe indur ber kore rakhbe', ei bole shashiye bari phirechhilam.

Tarpor theke sarakhkhon mathay amar indur ghurte suru korlo.
Shopne o indur dekhte laglam.
Gari niye tarpor theke berolei, bhabtam, ei bujhi indur ta gaye eshe lafalo.

Garitakei biday kore debo naki?

Ei sedin i toh, rastay gari niye bajare jete giye, majhpothe dekhlam, ekta gari dariye ache.
Otar theke mal namche.
Kutur kutur kore sada ronger ki jeno ekta aste aste dekhlam rasta par hochche.
Bhablam nischoy beraler bachcha!!
Kintu Beraler bachcha to oto chhoto hoyna.
Tahole ota bodhoy sada indur.Oi khabarer gari theke beriyeche.
Rastar majhkhan e gari pray dar koriye sada indur kina dekhte gola baralam.
Ota chhilo ekta sada kagoj, kintu tar jonno henostha holam khub.
Pechhoner gari r line sob pya pya kore horn bajate laglo.
Onnanno garir driver er tipponi,'Didi, gari chalate janen na jokhon, beron keno?'
Emon ki footpath er sobjiolar o boktobbo,'didi, gari chalano ta sikhun bhalokore..'
Rastar dharer marwari ginni ubacho'Kaise kaise lok, sab gari leke nikal parte..'

Opoman hojom kore bari eshe gum hoye boshe roilam.
Ki kora jay bhabte laglam.
Gari ta benche debo , na ki eta onno kono rog amar?

Shoyone. Shopone, Ghume, Jagorone ei indur er taronay ami osthir hoye porlam.

Rajar deoya 'Meaning of Dreams' boita niye boshlam.
Indurer shopner mane ki dekhte.
'Rat' ba 'Mouse' niye kono shopner biboron pelam na.
Prihthibir lok ki Indurer shopno dekhe na?
Bhai bollo,'Siggir tor byabshar Gonesh ultabe tai indur shopne dekha dichche.'
Pishi bollo,'Parar Jogendro moharaj er kache ja,Moharaj oneker bhobishshot bole diyechen.'
Ami jiggesh korlam,'Indurer bhobishshot jene amar labh?'
Ma omni bollo,'sob byapare tor torko, ejonnoi biyeta bhenge geche.'

Ma ar Pishir mon rakhte gelam Moharaj er bari.
Dibbi tintola ekkhan dalan hakrechhen Moharaj, gulgolpo jhere mone hoy.
Sundori assistant er kache nam likhiye boshe achi to achii.
Gada gada loker bheer.
Keu Midnapore, keu Bordhoman theke bhor bela eshe nam likhiye boshe ache.
Sobar bishshas, Moharaj sokoler somoshsha metaben.
Amii er modhdhe obishshashi boshe achi mone holo.
Karur meyer biye atke ache, Karur Jamai Ganja khay, karur boumar songshare mon nei, sobar somoshshar somadhan Moharaj er guli.
Sokolei boshe nijeder modhdhe alap alochona korte laglchilo.
Ami sob kichui sune jachhcilam.

Sare tin ghonta opekhkhar por amar nam daklo.
Lal dhuti, lal chador, lal tip pora kalo kuchkuche phokla Moharaj boshe ache dekhlam.
Amake dekhei bollo,'Kiser eto kosto maa?'
Ami edik odik takiye dekhlam ar kauke bolche kina, keu nei dekhe bollam,'amake bolchen?'
'Tumii to amar kache eshecho ma, bolo tomar kiser byatha?'
Bollam,'Agge 'kiser byatha' bole ekta golpo likhechilam kodin age'.
Hese bollo,'Tomar buker byathai golpe prokash pachche je maa'
Maa , Maa bani sune birokto hoye bollam,'amar heart condition bhaloi, byatha tyata nei..'
'Eto tahole kiser raag tomar maa.?'Bolei chokh bondho korlo.Dhyan korte bodhdhoy.
Dhyaner somoy kotha bola uchit kina na bujhte pere aste bollam,'Raag nei kono..'
'Swamir sathe jhogra hoyeche maa?'Chokh bondho obosthay proshno.
Ar ekbaar Maa bollei golar tuti chepe dhorte ichche korlo. Bollam,'Swami nei...'
Bollo,'Swabhabik..'
Jiggesh korlam 'Ki swabhabik?'
Chokh khule ekta dhoop jalate jalate bollo,'Eto raag thakle Swami palabei...'
Aro uttejito hoye bollam,'Moteo na, amader bonibona hochchilo na, tai dujoner motei chharachhari hoyeche..'
Abar dhyangrosto hoye bollo,'Ekjon purusher probhab dekhte pachchi..'
Ektu thotomoto kheye bollam,'She amar bondhu, Raja...'
Hothath Rajar kotha ei loktake bolar kono manei hoyna.
Kintu kemon mone holo dhyan kore lokta sob jene geche.

'Jhogra korecho Maa?'abar proshno.

Uuufff Maa Maa kore kore kan jhalapala kore dilo lokta.
Chitkaar kore bollam,'Na jhogra hoyni,amii oke bolechi, or sathe somporko rakhbo na aar..'
'Raag na komale je se phirbe na Maa'Amar dike takiye bollo Moharaj.
Raag raag bole matha kheye nebe dekhchi lokta.
Bollam,'Kothay Raag dekhlen?'
'Tahole eto Chechachcho keno Maa?'Bolei haslo phokta dante.
Ami onek koste matha thanda kore shanto shore bollam,'Karur oporei amar raag nei, dukhkho ache hoyto..'
'Etoi kosto pachcho jokhon , tokhon oke soriye rakhcho keno?' Abar dhyanosto holo Moharaj.
'Ami sorabo keno, o i chaichilo sore jete..'Kando kando shore bollam.
Moharaj bollo,'Ki kore bujhle Maa..?'
Abar golar shor chore gelo amar,bollam,'Valentines Day te na eshe palalo keno chupichupi?'
'Tumi chao, sobai tomar kotha sune cholbe, taina Maa?'Moharaj pujor ayojon korte laglo.
Ami obak hoye bollam , 'Mane?'
'Ei je oke bolle,oi dine aste hobe, ekhon bolcho aste hobe na...sobai tomar moton cholbe?'Moharaj mitimiti hasche.
'Ami moteo aste bolini...'Min min kore bollam.
'Tahole ragcho keno?'Moharaj abar jiggesh korlo.
Hothath mone porlo indur er kotha jiggesh korte ami ekhane esechi.
Keno ami rajar golpo ei loktake korte bosechi ke jane!!
Bollam,'Dekhun ami esechhilam onno karone.'
'Tomar osthirota ami dekhte pachchi Maa...bolo tomar ar ki kosto?'
Bolei nana rokom ong bong chong montro porte laglo.
Kath ityadi majhkhane rekhe joggo korte boshlo mone hoy.
Jore bollam,'Angge, din rat indurer shopno amake tara kore bechche..taar ki mane bolte paren?'
Ekta shishi theke charte kalo gulli diye bollo,
'Indurer moton oshanto hoye utheche tomar mon..eta kheye dekho Maa, dheere dheere sob bhule jabe..'
Homer dhoyay sara ghorta bhore utheche...
Ami ghorer modhdhe ar kauke dekhte pelam na...
Kemon ga ta chhom chhom kore uthlo.
Bhoy peye doure oi bari ta theke beriye elam.

Pishi ar Ma doure eshe jiggesh korlo,'Hya re, osudh dilo kichu?'
Osudh er gulli gulo Pishir hathe diye nijer ghore dhuklam.
Dorja ta bondho kore, table e rakha pen ar pad niye, ekta chithi likhte boshlam....

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Proposal (in Rhyme)

Chhoray Proposal.
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/20/2010
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Ei meyeta, ashbe naki, jabe naki amar sathe?
Ke he tumi, kenoi ami, rakhbo hath tomar hathe?

Ami tomar rajkumar, uthchi beye tomar chul.
Bob cut je amar chhant, hoyto tomar moner bhul.

Tumi amar Snowwhite, tumi amar Rapunzel.
Dher hoyechhe, ar dekhio, na je amay, tomar khel.

Ei je dekho, enechi go tomar sada jutor pati.
Panch inchi heel er kome, ami ki kokhon o hanti?

Phuchka churmur, ki chai tomar, bolo na go sundori
Ek carrat er diamond ring , sonar goyna koyek bhori.

Taakai ki sob, bhalobashar. tomar kache nei ki go dam.
Bhalobashaye ache ta ki, kannakati dukhhko ar gham.

Amit Ray ar Labonnor prem, poroni ki kobitaye?
Osob chilo kobir brain e, kinba kono boi er pataye.

Ki kore je bojhai tomay, kise pabo tomar mon.
Honda gari, Salt Lake e bari, e tuku je amar pon.

Sesh bar ti bolchhi cholo, kalighater bus ta dhore.
Ektu ki prestige nei, biye korbo bus e chore?

Taxi chorar poisa je nei, amar pocket e te ar.
Dher hoyeche, dako dekhi, dichchi ami, roilo udhar.

Tumii amar Suchitra Sen, tumii amar ganer sur.
Cholo ebar, hochche deri,jete hobe onek dur.

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Bengali Short Story-My Days

Din-o-Lipi
Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
02/18/2010
All characters are fictitous.

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Sokal bela uthe khoborer kagoj ta niye boshe santite cha khabar i upay nei..

'Didi, ki ranna korum?'Bholar mar proshno.

'Uuuf, baba, koro na bapu, ja ache tai diye..'

'Didi, kisui to nai, firiz ye..'

'Ki kichu na? Ei to sedin koto ki anlam kine..'

'She to ei kodin e khailen apne..'

'Eto chingri mach, mangsho, potol,kachkola...sob anlam... sob sesh?..'

'Didi, apne to shei goto mashe ansilyan, bazare giya...ar to er modhdhe zan nai..'

Bholar mar kothay birokto hoye bollam,'Ja hok kichu koro..Ami ekhon bajare jete parchina..'

'Korum ta ki, Bolya dyan?'

Eto moha jala dekhchi.

'Iye ki bole, phena bhath, aloo sedddo koro...kancha lonka tel diye mekhe besh lagbe.'

'Moris nai, Tyal nai, Ek khan posa aloo ase..'

'Morich nai, tel nai, ekkhan pocha aloo ache...'
Bholar ma ke bhengate bhengate ami uthlam ogotta bajare jabo bole.

Aynar dike takiye nijer chehara dekhe antke utlam.
Ki bhoyonkor na baje dekhte chehara hoyeche amar!!
Ek kale sundori bole koto khyati chhilo.
Chih chih, nijeke 'take care' korte hobe.

Ja hok, ektu chul tul anchriye berolam Bajare.
Bajarer mukhei Piyalir mar sathe dekha.

'Ki re kemon achish? Ki mukti i hoyechish!!!' Bolei onnotro chole gelo.

Aschorjyo mohila to,nijer meye Piyalir dike takalei pare!!
Piyali jeno amar cheye koto Roga !! Aahaa...!!

Bhablam deke giye kotha ta bole ashi.

Kotha theke ekta bachcha meye eshe dhorlo,'Didi amake dosh taka den.'

Ki mushkil, dosh taka keno dite jabo hothath?
Amake ke ki Data Korner sister ba kichu dekhachche naki?
Oto chhoto meyetake bokteo parlam na.

Bollam,'Keno?'
Gotgotiye bollo,''Thumsup' khabo.'

Or drirota ar confidence dekhe ami mughdho hoye gelam.
Bhablam er kach theke amar life er kichu lesson neoya uchit.
Jai hok, dosh taka diye dariye roilam, dekhar jonno meyeta ki kore.
Dekhlam mistir dokane dariye ache, 'thumsup' kenar jonno hoyto.

Bholar ma boshe ache, taratari bajar korte hobe.

Kintu nana dik theke nana rokom shore bibhinno mach ola ra sob dakadaki suru korlo.
'Didi edike..' 'Boudi edike...'
Karur 'didi' karur 'boudi'...
Kodin pore 'mashima' tarpore 'Dida' hoye jabo Mach ola der kache...

Jhotpot kichu mach, tori torkari niye berobar mukhei Saha Kaku.
'Ki re kemon achish?Ajkal dekhai jay na...'

Bollam,'Ei ektu byasto...'

Bollen,'Shei to Salt lake er bank ei clerk er chakri tai korchish?Na ki ar kichhu?'

Kothata sune ga ta chir bir kore uthlo.

Bollam, 'Hya, setaii...toh, Sona kemon ache?'

Saha kakur meye Sona amar bandhobi chhilo.

Bollen,'Sona to bhalo ache, ora to asche America theke.Ekta chhele hoyeche or.'

'Tai naki?Kobe ashche?' Jiggesh korlam..

'Ei next week e ashbe....'ami kichu bolar agei bole jete laglen,

'O to Amaericar mosto credit card company te Software Engineer.
Beshi chhuti payna....ei ek soptah khanek thakbe ekhane. Ashis ekdin...'
Bolei kaku chompot dilen.

Sokkal sokkal khoncha ta hojom korlam.
Chhotto belay ma baba poi poi kore bolechhilo, 'Bhalo kore por por'
...tader kotha na sonaar phol.

Dirghoshash phele egote giyei dekhlam Banerjee Mashima.
Abar nati natnir krititter kahini sonate boshben.
Ki korbo, kon dike jabo bhebe na peye, pasher mistir dokane dhuklam.

'Didi, gorom roshogolla hochche, neben naki..?'

'Hya...' bole pashe takatei dekhlam hasi hasi mukhe Banerjee Mashima takiye achen.

Rosogolla hote ektu deri ache, tai totokhkhon Banerjee Mashima r nati natnir krititto sunte laglam.

Onar boro nati Americar Berkeley theke daroon result kore berochche.
Gold medal er jonno nominate hoyeche.
Tobe seta hote ekhon o deri ache.

Boro natni Engineering porikhkhay durdanto rank koreche.
Kon college e porbe tai bhabche.

Choto nati Karate champion.Black belt peyeche. World Champion e 1st hoyeche.

Sune sune amar kan poche geche.
Dekha hole i ek golpo.

Amar Ma babar kotha bhebe amar ektu dukhkhoi holo.
Amake niye gorbo kore bolar moton kichui nei.
Sokoler kache giyei ma dukhkho koren prayi..'Eto bhalo ranna banna kore amar meyeta, keno je biyeta holo na...'
Ranna moteo ami bhalo korina.
Ar Rannar songe biyer somporko ta thik kothay, ami janina.


Tao bhalo je Didi r meyeta daktar hoyeche.
Shei niyei amader barir sokoler allader seema nei.
Didi r bor o oboshsho mosto daktar.
Amar ja rojgar, tate to nijer i chole na.
Ma,Baba tai didir kachen thaken.

Jai hok ge,Banerjee Mashimar hath theke benche ami barir dike chhutlam.

Ulto diker barir 'Roy Ginni' tintola baranday dekhlam dariye dariye amake dekhchen.

Kono dike na takiye matha nichu kore perobar chesta korchi.

Kintu jabo bolle i jaoya hoyna...

'Ki re , ki bajar korli?'

'Ei ektu mach..'

'Ki mach kinli? Puti?'

Ki mukshkil, ami Puti mach khete jabo keno?

Rege giye bollam,'Golda Chingri..'

Golda Chingri ami kini ni..hothath mukh phoshke beriye gelo kemon.

'Tai naki? Koto kore porlo?Tor Kaku to sokale bajare dekheni.Na hole to anto.'

Ami min min kore bollam,'Kaku sokale jokhon bajare gechhilo, tokhon hoyto chhilo na....pore eseche..'

'Tor Kaku to ekhoni phirlo bajar theke...'

Bole i Kakuke hank parlen,'Hya go suncho, bajare golda chingri dekhechhile?'

Omni kaku doure baire elen,'Koi na to, ke niye esecchilo, Romen?'

Ami bollam,'Na.. ekta notun lok, koyektai niye bosechhilo.
Pache aro kichu jiggesh koren, tai ami bole jete laglam,'Sob kotai ami kine niyechi...Lokta bodhhoy choleo geche...'

Bolei ami ghorer modhdhe doure dhuke gelam.

Er por ami jani Kaku Kakima Golda Chingri niye expedition e beroben.

Sotti chhilo kina.
Tarpore amar Maa ke phone korben jante, Ami kinechhilam kina.
Kinle, Ma baba ke ranna kore pathiyecchilam kina.

Bhablam, abar onno bajare giye Golda Chingri kinei ani...

Nah ...Bholar ma chole jabe, emnite i eto deri holo.

Hothath mone porlo, aj Didi Jamaibabur 25th Marriage Anniversary.
Aj ke ektu bhalo kore ranna kore oder khete daklei hoto.
Kichhui ajkal mone thake na temon.
Didike phone lagalam.

Jiggesh korlam,'Kire aj amar bari khete ashbi naki?'
Didi bollo,'Amra ratre baire khete jachchi sobai mile.'
Ami ektu monokhhunno hoyechi bhebe jiggesh korlo,'Tui o chhole aay...'

Amar hothath mukh phoshke beriye gelo,'Na amar o onno plan ache...'

Didi Byanka shore jiggesh korlo,'Tor abar ki plan?'

Na bhebei uttor dilam,'Aj Gautam ashbe boleche, tai or jonno ranna korchhilam.'

Aaj gautam er moteo ashar kotha na amar bari.
Tao ei kothatai hut kore bollam.

Gautam amar bhalo bondhu,amarii sathe bank e chakri kore.
Kono karone Gautam er ager biye ta bhenge geche.
Se kotha ami barite janatei , amar barir lokjon shei theke Gautam ke pochondo kore na.
Oder dharona Gautam amake phushliye biye korte chay.

Serokom kichui ghotona ghote ni temon.
Gautam du charbar amar barite eseche, byas e porjontoi.
Tao seta amar i proyojone.
Prothombar esechhilo, ekbar jebar jor hoye bichhanay eka pore katrachchilam, o osudh potro kine, segulo dite esechhilo.
Onek dur theke esechhilo bole ami bholar Ma ke bolechhilam,'Bholar ma, Dadababu kheye jabe, ektu ranna kore dao..'
Itimodhdhe amar barir lok amar barite hajir hoyechhilo.
Thik ki karone janina, parar i so-hridoy keu hoyto khobor pathiyechhilo.
Shei prothom Gautam er sathe tader sakhhyat ghote.
Prothom prothom amar barir lokjon besh utsahito chilo Gautam er byapare.
Bhabto, jak ei 'uronchhondi meye' r ekta goti holo tahole.
Kintu aste aste sobar mot paltate suru korlo.

Ma r boktobbo,'Ar to keu jutlo na, sesh obdi ei chhilo amar kopale!!'
Didi prayi jiggesh kore, 'Bank e ar kono obibahito chhele nei?'
Baba nirob dorshok.
Jamaibabu cricket match er score rakhtei beshi byasto thake.
Majhe majhe birokto prokash kore,'Abar oi chheleta esechhilo?'

Khali Bholar Ma i ja ektu Gautam ke pochhondo kore.
Ashlei cha ta baniye dey, ratrer khabar khabe kina jiggesh kore.

Ar majhe sajhe phokla dante ek gal hese amake bole,'Didi, oi dadababure biya koirya phyalan...'
Ami boli,'Ki kore kori bolotoh, Bholar Ma?Barir keu je raji hobe na !!'

Bholar Ma amay santona dey,'Barir lok to or loge thakte astasena, thakbyan to apne...'
Ke jane Bholar Mai hoyto thik.

Tobe amar oboshsho Gautam ke bhaloi lage.
Sarakhkhon amake khepay, pechone lage.
Amar rong ta ektu chapa dekhe bole'Ki, Aj dekhi kalo powder lagiye esechish..rong ta kemon moyla dekhachche?'

Office e seje guje gelei bolbe, 'Ki re khub seje eshechish dekhi...'
Ami hoyto ektu godogodo hoye hasi dekhatei bolto,'Ar hashish na, ekdom 'Shaora Gacher Petni' r moton dekhchche.'

Aage ami nakchhabi portam nake.
Amar khubi priyo chhilo hirer ekta nakchhabi.
Shei niye khyapate khyapte sesh porjonto ami nakchhabi ta porai chhere dilam.

'Yah, ki zoghonno dekhay toke oi nakchhabi te...'
Ami boltam,'Keno ki kharap lage dekhte?'
Bolto,'Aynay giye dekhish, tor naker ek side ta ekdom kemon chepte jachche'.

Dujone sarakhkhon jhogra korleo , biye korle oke kora jete pare, erokom i bhebe rekhechhi.
Kintu Gautam er, e byapare ki motamot ami janina.
Amio jante chaini konodin.
Jodio amar mone hoy o amake pochhondoi kore.

Jak ge,
Gautam er kothay ami bhulei gechhilam, phone er onno prante Didi ache.

Didi to Gautam ke ekdom i pochhondo korena.
Tai Gautam er nam sune didi khushi holo na moteo,'Bollo, Keno ,oi chheletar abar ashar ki dorkar poreche?'

Ami ki bolbo bhebe na peye bollam,'Kal amar bank er ekta porikhkha ache. Tai eksathe porasuna korbo.'

'Ja khushi kor..'bole didi kotang kore phone ta rekhe dilo.

Ami kichhukhkhon phone ta niye narachhara korte laglam.

Buker bhetor ta kemon dhukpuk korche.

Gautam ke ekta phone korbo?
Jah, O ki Bhabbe!!
Bhabar abar ki ache?Phone kortei pari.
Phone tule ki bolbo?
Amar bari esho?
Keno jiggesh korle ?
Bolbo Bholar Ma jiggesh korchhilo tai...

Jah, ki sob bhabchhi.

Tarcheye Didider sathe anniversary party te gelei hoto.

Gelei to sobai mile amar bhalo korar jonno nana rokom gyan dite suru korbe!!

Amar ki kora uchit.Kon ta amar kharap.
Ki hole ami bhalo hote parbo.Ityadi probhriti.....

Sat panch bhabte bhabte ami ranna ghore dhuklam..
Dekhlam, Bholar Ma ranna r ayojon korche.

Bholar ma ke bollam,'Bholar Ma, dao, ranna ta aj amii kori....'

Bole ami Gautam er number ta dial korlam.....

....Copyright @Manidipa