"AMAAR PREM"

Prottek manusher jibone prem aashe r temni kore eshechhilo amar jibone o. Prottek prem ashar pesone ekti maaddhom thaake r temni amar maddhom silo “Wrong number e call”. R shei wrong number er pesone silo ekti durghotona.

6 June, 2007. Raat 8 tay ekti bus e kore Dhaka theke amar graamer baari jaachhilam. Brishtir karone bus ta dhirey dhirey jaachhilo. Stoppage e pouchhanor 10 minute aage (tokhon baaje raat 1 ta) ek dol dakater kobole porlam. Ebong shorbo-shanto holam. Amar mobile, notun kena MP3 player r Tk. 15,000 niye gelo.

9 June, 2007. Amar mobile phone dakati howay onno mobile theke porichito number gulote onumaan kore call dichhilam. Ekta number vulkrome wrong number e dhuke jay. Call ta receive korar por oi paash theke ekti meye kontho shunte pelam. Bujhte parlam- wrong number, shovaboto e shikar korlam. Oi paash theke uttor ashlo- “Number ta dekhe shune chaaple o to hoy!” Kothata eto madhurjo diye bollo j tokhon e ok valo lege gelo. Tachhara or voice ta onek shundor silo.

Tarpor theke ichcha hoto arekbar call kore kotha boli, voice ta shuni. Call kore o fellam ekdin. Ebong o amar shathe khub valo vabei kotha bollo. Janlam o Chittagong- kornelhaat e thaake, HSC examinee. Naam bolechhilo- Orpita. Jodio pore shikar korlo j sheta mittha. Ashol naam holo- Priti.

Evabe amader pothchola shuru holo. Kotha bolte bolte meyeti o amar prem e pore jay. Tobe dukkher bishoy holo- meyeti silo hindu r ami muslim. R ei kotha ta o amake onek pore janay, jokhon amra dujon dujon k onek beshi valobeshe felechhi. Prem j jaat, dhormo, borno mane na, sheta tokhon e bujhte parlam. Amra khub olpo shomoye onek aapon hoye giyesilam. Proti 1 ghonta por por kotha na bolle jeno amar shob sthobir hoye jeto.

O raag korle phone bondho kore raakhto r aami Allah’r kase dowa kortam jeno she phone on kore. Raag beshi thakar karone o majhe majhe haat e, paye aagun diye poraato, puriye daag dito, kokhono kokhono ovabe amar naam likhto ja pore amake dekhato.

02 August, 2007 e ami Chittagong e prothom baarer moto dekhte jai. Ami thaaktam Dhaka te, hostel e. Jahok, dekha korlam ekta majare. Pray 1 ghonta kotha bollam, kheyal korlam- or haashi ta khub chomotkaar, eto shundor haashi aami aage kokhono dekhechhi bole mone pore na. Firey ashar shomoy jokhon bus e uthlam, tokhon prochondo kharap laagchhilo, mone hochhilo onek aapon kauke chhere ashchhi. Shotti e she amar khub aapon silo. Amar exam er shomoy she puja dito. Evabe proti maashe e ami chittagong jetam, or shathe dekha korte, dhire dhire amra onek ghonishtho holam. She amay bolto- “Ami amar valobashar ekti ekti shiri upore uthchhi, ami r naamte paarbo na.” Or ei kotha shune khub valo laagto. Vaabtam ok ami paboi. Amio amar mon- praan ujaar kore ok valobaashtam. Amar valobashar upor onek confidence jonmo nilo.

Goto 5 maash aage o ekdin hothaat phone bondho kore dilo. Phone majhe majhe on korle o amar call receive korto na. Edike ok chhara thaakte onek koshto hochhilo amar. Ok j ami koto valobeshe felechhi, tar govirota bujhte partam jokhon she amar shathe kotha bolto na. Tokhon ami kono kaaj e mon dite partam na. Sharakkhon buker moddhe ekta chapa koshto thakto. Shob kichhu bishonno laagto. Bujhte parlam j amar cholar moto etotuku mon o r nijer kase nai; shobtuku e nijer ojaante ok diye diyechhi.

Pray ek shoptaho por she amar call receive korlo. Suddenly emon behave korar karon jaante chaile she uttor dilo- “Amar pokkhe r shaamne egono shomvob na.” Ei kotha shune to ami akash theke porlam. Karon hishebe she taar dhormer badha’r kotha bollo, baba-maa er kotha bollo. Oi muhurte ami kisui bolte parlam na. Or kothagula shotto holeu ami maante parchhilam na. Karon or valobasha’r proti amar ogaadh bishshaash silo.

Ami phone e ok onek bojhaanor cheshta kortam, she kono kichhute e raaji hoto na. Shesh porjonto ami amar dhormo teag er kotha o bollam, tarpor o raaji holo na. Dhire dhire amio valobashar proti aastha hariye fellam.Vaablam, ok jehetu valobeshechhi, or ichha puron kora uchit amar, shoto koshter binimoye holeu. R j chole jete chaay, take jete deya uchit, badha dile she nijeu koshto paabe. Sheshporjonto or ichha puroner jonno kothin baastobota k ami mene nilam. Amar shajano shundor shob shopnogulo k kobor dilam.

Prothom prem er sriti bole shegulo k kichhute e vulte o paarchhi na. Or shei sritigulo pray e kaday amake. Prem er proti ekhon r kono vokti nei amar. Mone hoy- eta ekta khela, j khelay ami ekjon porajito shoinik. Tobe ekta kotha- ok ami amar ei jibone vulte parbo na. ekhono she majhe majhe call kore amake, khoj-khobor ney. Tokhon r thik thaakte pari na, mone hoy- ei amar Priti firey ashlo bujhi ! Ashole sheta shudhu e morichika.

Shobar proti amar ekta e request- keu jeno erokom karo mon niye khela na kore.