Smriti te Sree

Onek raatey haathte bhalo lage. Eka eka. Keu na thaka ta ekhon aar khub ekta gaye lage na. Bari theke onek dure eshe porechhi. Ekta bhoy buker modhye ostheer, tobu kisher jedh, uchchhash, uttyejona; ek ojana sporsho kaaj korchhe. Tokhon hotath khobor ta peye matha thik rakhte parini. Thik- bethik bujhte parini. Totkhonaat 'ghor- chhara' ta e upaay bole mone hoyechhilo: khoniker swadhinota, khoniker golpo lekha. 
Eto dure eshe mone hochchhe, ebar phera uchit. Klanto paaye o khali pet-e bidrohi hoya jaye na; bidroho ami parini! Phera niye golpo lekha jaye na. Tar porer ghotona gulo niyeo na. Tobe sober utsho te phire jete parle kichhu atmamarjada hoyto oboshishto thakbe, tao kheen o mlaan. Golpo lekha jabe na ta diyeo.

Sree-r tokhon egaro ki baro bochchhor boyesh, aar amar aathero ki uneesh hobe. Sree roj amar kachhe porte ashto. Pasher barir dada, ore maa amar maa classmate, e sob miliye ekta ho- jo- bo- ro- lo samparka chhilo amader modhye. O amake Joy da bole dakto, aar ami ektu boro hoyar pore oke biroktisohokare eriye cholar cheshta kortam, keno ke jane! Ore amar kono katha tei kichhu eshe jeto na. Mon kharap hole, amar janalar pasher khaat- ta te eka ondhokar ghore chup kore eshe boshe thakto. Ore khub mon kharap hoto- ore mon kharap amake khub byatibyasto kore tulto. Tai college theke bari phire, ondhokar ghor e kauke majhe majhe kandte shunlei, ami dhomok diye oke tariye ditam. Kokhono abar nije ghor theke beriye jetam. Jor kore kichchhu nijer kore neoya jaye na. O chole geleo, ghor theke ore dukkher chhaya chole jeto na. 
Amader sobar jibone ekta boro shunnyo sthaan thake ja kono dino puron hoye na. Eta bujhe uthte somoy lage, obhiggyotar proyojon hoye, abar onek khetre aaro deri hoye jaaye. Tobe sob e aapekkhik. Sree ore maa babar divorce e thik kotota dukkho peyechhilo, ami jani na. Othocho ore maa babar mrittyu oke khub ekta nara deyeni, ami jani. Hochot khete khete amra sobai shoye jai: ek e surjo, neel akash, sobuj ghaash dekhe sobar kabbyo likhte ichchhe kore na; karur karur mone tibro ghrina, jiboner proti bitrishna jonmaaye. Baba maa er mrittyur por o US chole jaaye ore boro jethur kachhe. Ami oke see off korte Airport gechhilam kintu kono swatona ba mitthye asha diyini. Hariyechhe, abar o harabe. Koshto tai ekmatro stheer. 

US jaoyar koek bochhor por ore ekta boro accident hoye. Sree deshe phire ashe. Ami tokhon Delhi te. Ekta monthly Fashion Magazine er jonnyo, kichhu khuchro aantlamo bhora roddi article likhe pet bhoranor cheshta korchhi. Babar sathe jhogra hoyar por ek barite ek sathe thakar mane khunje paini. Keu haraye swechchhaye aar keu bikiye jaye rojkar dor- daamey.