Nishi

Ghor’er modhhe boshe achhi, janala shob bondho, jaate alo na dhukte pare. Jaate keu na dhukte paare. Raat tokhon onek.

Baire theke awaj elo, “Dorja khol, ami phire esechhi.” Shune chomke uthi. Shei awaj, hajar bochhor agger ek shiitkalin boyoshshondhi'r odhibeshon'e hoyto je amake chhere chole gechhilo. Shomoy'ta oboshyo grishsho'w hote paare, bochhor'er hisheb amar motei subidher noy. Etodin Robigeeti shune shune kebol pothocheye boshe royechhi ar haahutash'er diary bhorechhi jhorapata'r kuchi'te. Shei tor awaj’er opekhha’e. Prothombar’er jhor, jeta bariye diyechhilo gola’r doirgho amar inchi charek. Hoyto aro kichhu censored ongsho’w berechhilo, sheto tor'i shongodosh'e. Ghashbon’er pith beye Africa bhromon’er nesha’e ashature awaj, tao prothom tui’i. Park’er kona’e giye kaan kamorer daag ke pipnre bole bhule thakar obhiman, ba ghat-birete, raat-birete chand ar lamp post'ke mishiye je kolpona, shob kotai tui.

Amader ei elaka’e bhut’er boro utpaat, ar ami bhut’e boddo bhoy pai. Tai hneke boshi

“Ami Nishi’r daak’e bishwash kori, apni bari jaan ekhon.”

Khanikhon chupchap, tarpor mobile’ta vibrate kore uthlo. Message eschhe.

“Dorja’ta khol, eta shotti’I ami, ami shotti'i phire esechhi.” Akuti porishkar eibar.

Number’ta, Nishi naam’ei ami save kore rekhechhi, jodi bhanga dorja'r taka'a kokhono udhhar korte pari, ei asha'e.