Lost Love

Hariye Jaouya Bhalobasha


Bengali Short Story

By Manidipa Bhattacharya

2/7/2013

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Amar ekta bhalobasha chhilo…

Uhhu, chhilona, ache…….

Kintu kothay je rekhechhi, khunje I paina.

Nijer Ghor tonno tonno kore khujlam…Bichana balish almari sob tochnoch korlam..

Boshar ghore dekhlam, khater niche, baganer kone, koththao ti nei…..

Ei to chhilo, kothay gelo?

Mala ke phone lagalam sudur bidesh e.

Mala r deshe tokhon sujjimama osto gechen, sobai naki ghume ocheton.

Phone dhore Mala ghum ghum golay jante chailo,’hello…’

Ami bollam,’Ami re, sunte pachchish?’

‘Eto ratre?’

‘Rat ki re, ekhon to din….ei to lunch korlam…’

‘phone korechhish keno?Dara pasher ghore jai, bachchara ghumochche…’

‘Bachcharao dine ghumay?’

‘Hya bol, ki bolbi?’

‘Amar je bhalobasha khunje pachchina, tui janish?’

‘Ki pachchish na?’

‘Bhalobasha’

‘KI jata bokchhish? Matha thik ache?’

‘Matha? Kar matha?’

‘Tor….abar kar ? majhratre prolap bokchish?

‘Amar? Tui to ultopalta bokchish…..’

‘Daaktar dekha, ami ghumate gelam…..majhrate bokbokani…’

Mala phone kete dilo.

Mala ke phone kore jana holona kon daktar…..

Phone rekhe dile amar bhari rag hoy. Ami kokhkhono take ar phone korina.



Robindronath ke phone lagalam.

‘hello’

‘hello, ke? Robindronath?’

‘Hya, tumi ke?’

‘Ami to ami, abar ke?’

‘Tumi kon kanoner phul?’

‘Ami phul noi….ami manobi…’

‘Jei Manobo ami shei Manobo tumi konya….’

‘Achcha sunun, kabyo korben na..’

‘Kabyo kore I to benche achi ekhon o….’

‘Apni na 22she srabon mara gelen?benche achen tar poreo?’

‘benche achi, tomader buke…’

‘Amar buke to pneumonia hoye kof jomeche…’

‘Achcha bolo ki bolbe, dak porbe abar…’

‘kiser dak ?’

‘kobita lekhar tagada dite lok ashbe?’

‘Shorge giyeo kobita lekhen?’

‘Likhi boi ki, na hole Denki ….se jai hok, tomar kotha bolo..’

‘Amar kotha?Ki bolbo?’

‘Aha tumi I to phone kolle’….

‘Amar kotha bolte to korini..’

‘Je karone korecho bolo..’

‘Amar bhalobasha pachchina….’

‘oh, tomar hiyar majhe dekho…’

‘Hiyar majhe ki kore dekhbo?

‘Se to ami bolte parbo na…’

‘ke bolte parbe?’

‘Bhalobasha re Sudhao…’

Dhhur, bhalobasha kei pachhci na, take ki sudhabo?

Rakhchi bole phone rakhlam…

Onekhkhon boshe boshe bhablam.

Tarpor uthe Indro ke phone lagalam.

Indro tokhon bodhdhoy Apsorader nach dekhte byasto.

Secretary ke bollam,’Indro ke din toh’

Bollo,’Ekhon hobe na, agamikal dupur barotar por korun’

‘Ki mushkil, ekhon I chai amar…’

‘Bollam to bishesh kaje byasto..hobe na..’

‘Bishesh kaj ta ki suni? Nach amio dher dekhate pari..’

‘Dekhan na giye, ke baron koreche?’

Bole I ghotang kore phone kete dilo.

Raag uthlo abar, line kete debar jonno.

Byata secretary, osobhbho lok ekta.

Next bar complain korbo or name.

Mar ghore unki dilam…..Ma kothao geche.

Baba ei somoy Ramkrishno Mission e jay.

Raja ke ekta phone korlam….

‘Ki re, eto khkhon ki korish?’

‘Kaj kori, office e… ‘

‘Onek korechhish, ebare aay…’

‘Na na…boss er meeting ache, jaouya jabe na..’

‘Ekta kotha bolar chhilo…ami…’

‘Ekhon kotha o bola jabe na..’

‘Keno jabe na? Amar je bhalobasha hariye geche..ki korbo?’

‘Gache chore boshe thak, ami rakhlam, ekdom time nei..’

Bole I abar phone rekhe dilo…

Karur dekhchi time nei kotha bolar!!!

Ajob jogote amra bash kori…

Rannaghore cha banate giye dekhlam Minoti mashi bason majhche.

Bollam,’Ek cup cha baniye debe?’

Bollo,’Hya, ei dei…’

Ami jiggesh korlam,Achcha amar ekta jinish pachchina..’

Omni haumau kore kante kante Minoti mashi bollo,’ Didi, poolish dakben na….obhaber songshar, samne pore chilo tai niyechhi…Chhele tar jor chardin…osudh kinte hobe…..Aste aste pherot diye debo….’

Koto ki Minoti mashi bole jete laglo…

Ami ranna ghor theke chhole elam ghore..

Jak ge, tao bhalo, Minoti Mashir kache ache…..Ami to bhabchhilam bujhi hariye I gelo…..

Ogochalo ghor ta gochate gochate dekhlam, Minoti mashi cha niye asche…..



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