Short Story
jeye darai. Bhalo lagbe kotha dichchhi, obak
Shei Raat
--- Amin Ahmad
Chaudhury
Ki holo tomar ? Ami emon ki onnyay korlam kichhu na
bolei amake chhere jete chaichho ! Ami toe shara
jiboner jonyoi tomake buke joriye dhore rakhte
chaichhi.
Mone korte paro shei rater kotha ? Tumi baranday
anmone railinger shathe helan diye chhile. Ami tomake
ek nojor dekhei bujhechhilam tomar mone jhor
boichhe. Ami besh kichhu din dhorei tomake lokkho
korchhilam, Tumi kemon jeno hoye jachchho. Ki ekta
bish bashpo tomar hridoytake dhire dhire aroshto kore
dichchhe. Ami dhir paye tomar dike egiye gelam.
Tomar pashe dariye roilam onekkhon. Tumi tokhono
amake lokkho koro nii. Tomar drishti tokhono shudhu
shamne prosharito. Akasher dike cheye achho tumi.
Moha shunye ki jeno khuje berachchho. Hothat tumi
mukh firiye takale. Amake dekhe jeno chomke uthle.
Obak hoye takiye roile amar dike. Bolle,
- “Kokhon ele, dakoni keno.”
- “Tomake dekhchhilam, dakle tomar e notun rup
dekhte petam na. Protidin tomake notun notun rupe
abishkar korchhi ami. Bolbe amake, ei oshim
mohashunye anmone ki khujchho tumi.“ Bollam ami.
- “Proshanti khujchhi Amin, ektu proshantir boro beshi
proyojon amar.“ Bishonno hashi tomar mukhe.
- “Otho, hat dhoro, esho shiri bhenge bhenge chhade
chokhe takiye dekhbe ujjol tarar fule fule shajano
shunil akashtake. Emon shundor snighdho prokritir
rup dekhe tumi nijer ojantei tomar doyel pakhir moto
shukonthe gaan tule nebe,       
"Ei shundor shornali shondhyay
 Ekee bondhone jorale go bondhu "
Tumi heshe dile, buker gohon theke kolija chhire
neowa bishonno she hashi. Bolle,
- “ekhon shondhya kothay, ekhon besh rat. Tta chhara
tomake kono bondhone jorai nii ekhono. Eto shukh nei
amar je akash tara chad dekhei gun gun geye uthbo.”
– “Tumi hashchho keno, bishwash hochchhe na. Besh
uthe eshe dekho, tumi nijeke niyontron korte parle
ekta "Snickers" chocolate debo, shirite boshe boshe
moja kore amake dekhiye dekhiye kheye nio. Lov
lagleo chhochar moto chaibo na ek kamor. Tobe jodi
akasher dike onimesh drishti niye takiye thako, bhule
jao tomar pashei ami dariye achhi, bhule jao tumi
nijeke, tokhon amake dosh diyo na. Baji dhorte raji
achhi, tumi tomar shei university-r hall-er jibone fire
jabe, jokhon mukto bihonger moto hostel-er corridoor-
e dariye shonali jyotsnay bheshe jaowa prokritke
dekhte dekhte onekta shomoy par kore dite. Achchha
boloto meye, tokhon ki tumi amakei khujte ? buke
joriye nebe.”
Ebar tomar golap papri thote nirmol dushtu hashi
onekta bistrito holo. Bolle,
- “ Tomake khujte amar boyeee gechhe. Kii ahlad,
buke joriye nebo. Tobuo bolechho jokhon, cholo
chhade jeye dekhi, mone proshanti ashe ki na.”
- ”asbei, dekhe nio.”
- “Besh, baji rakhlam, tobe thik thik “snickers” debe
toe, naki boraborer moto bolbe, aro jomuk. Jano tomar
kachhe amar kota Snickers paowana hoyechhe ?
Onekgulo, ekshathe, shob gulo debe kintu. Tobe jene
rekho, tumi amake romantic korte chaichho toe, parbe
na. “
Ami emon ekta bhab orlam jeno khub obak hoyechhi.
Bollam,
- ”Ami tomake romantic korte chai na. Shudhu etkui
bolte chachchhi nijer bhitor theke nijeke notun kore
abishkar koro, nijeke explore koro, dekho tomar nijer
shotyeekar ontor bahirer onindo shundor rup. Tumi
nijer oi shundortomo rup dekhe nijei bimohito hobe,
apon monei bole uthbe, ami eto shundor.”
Tumi amar kotha shune helan dewa chhere shoji hoye
darale.
– “Eito lokkhi meyer moto dariyechho, ebar hat dhoro
amar, nirbhoye dhoro, e hat-e kono kolongko nei, e
mone kono gopon bashona nei. Esho, keno bhule jao,
tumi prokriti ranir ononyo shoundorjomoyee konya.
Tomar govir shagor du chokhe snigdho mayamoy
drishti, tomar godhuli ranga gale gram banglar joubon
chhui chhui kishori meyer lajer abha, tomar golap
papri thote smito rohoshyomoy hashi. Tomar snigdho
shoundorjoi tomar nirapottar protisruti. Tomar
shoundorje lukiye achhe jemni snigdho jyotsna, temni
achhe prokhor shurjer uttap. Alo ? Sheto bhubon ujjol
kora. Shutorang nirbhoye esho.”
Uchchhol hashite tumi amar hat tomar duhate dhore
ekebare buker upor rakhle. Amar payer shathe paa
miliye shiri bhenge uthte lagle, tomake onekta klanto
dekhachchhilo. Tumi bolle,
- “dekho Amin, shirigulo uchu uchu, uthte koshto
hoy”.
Porom momotay tomar pithe hat rekhe bollam,
- “Paye paye esho, tara-hura korle moner modhye
prokritir oi onabil shoundorjo dekhar moto monobhab
toiri hobe na. Dhir dhire shiri bhebge bhenge uthe
esho. Thik bolechho tumi, shirigulo ektu beshi uchu
uchu, uthte koshto hoy, amar hat shokto kore dhoro,
kadhe matha eliye dao. Eto itostoto korchho keno,
montake khule dao, dekhbe charpashta kemon
shundor.” Du haate tomake joriye dhore bollam, –
“Haa, thik emini bhabe nijeke chhere dao, ami tomake
joriye dhore achhi.” Tumi badh bhanga jhornar moto
uchcho konthe heshe uthle, bolle,
- “Purushgulo emonee hoy, ektu shujog pelei joriye
dhorte chay, meyeder komol l shorir tomader khub
priyo tai na.”
- “Haay meye, bhul koro keno eto. Tomar shorir
oboshyoee shundor, kintu ami toe moner khoje achhi,
Ami tomar je mohomoy shoundorjo dekhte chai, taate
shorirer kono bhumika nei ta noy, tobe ta oti
shamanyoee. 24 ghotay shoriry abeger bohiprokash
joto modhur-ee houk na keno ta khub beshi holeo
kotota shomoy ney bolte paro ? 30 minits theke ek
ghontai, er beshi to noy. Jodi shokal dupur shajhe
govir rate 4 bar bhalobashar shoriri prokash ghote ta
holeo to 4 ghonta, baki 20 ghonta ki bhabe kate ?
Shona meye, nikhad bhalobashay. Bhalobashar tibro
abeg na thakle shorir kokhonoi she bhabe shara dey
na, shorir tokhon birokto hoy, anondo-ke nirjaton
mone hoy. Er jonyoee dhorshon paap, milon atmar
ullash (rejoice of the soul).”
Tumi amar dike cheye chey miti miti hashchho. Ami
bollam,
- “ei meye hashchho keno, bhabchho ami nijeke agiye
nichchhi. Na shona meye na.” Tumi kichhu na bole
amar hat aro shokto kore buke chepe dhorle.
Eito chhade eshe porechhi. Drishti ekebare unmukto
koro, tomar niyontron theke mukto kore dao. Dekho
dekho, ogulo ki tarar ful, naki akashi jonaki.  Agey
kokhono akashi jonaki dekhechho ? Dekhoni, dekhte
chaoni, ekhon dekhe nao, du chokh bhore dekhe nao,
kemon miti miti jolchhe nibchhe. Chad-take dekho,
kemon moharanir moto akashi jonaki shokhider alor
khela dekhchhe.”
Tomake ekhon thik Jibanondo Das-er Bonolota Sen-er
moto opurbo shundor dekha jachchhe. Shotyee
opurbo shundor karukarjomoy mukhosri tomar. Mone
hoy Michael Angelo ar Leonardo Da Vinci dujone mile
jeno hajar bochhor dhore ektu ektu kore tomake gore
tulechhe. Venus ba Madona-o tomar shoundorjer
kachhe har menechhe. Raat ekhon onek, dhire batash
boichhe, tomar dighol kalo chulgulo batasher shathe
lukochuri khelchhe, oshanto batash jotoi oder dhorte
chaichhe, totoi ora opurbo shundor bhongimay bak
niye eriye jachchhe. Tomar chulgulo ekhon jeno
brindaboner shoto shokhi, opurbo sundor kunjolota
shorir bak niye niye priyo sporsho eriye jaowar chhole
priyotomo-ke aro unmatal kore dichchhe. Ashole ora
sringar jane. Jouboner shoriri milonke ora upobhog
korte jane. They know how to drink love to the lees.
Tomar sharir achol dekho kemon duronto hoye
uthchhe. Batash ki hotath jore boichhe, oki tomar
ononyo shoundorje mugdho hoye metal hoye
jachchhe. Batash nishchoi tomake lal mohuar ful mone
kore matal kora mohuar shwad nite unmatal hoye
gechhe. Tomar sharir acholtake shoriye dite chaichhe.
Batasher ki dosh bolo, tomake ekhon shotyee ekta
shodyo fute otha lal mohuar ful-ee mone hoy.
Tomar shara mukhe ekhon ojosro tarar fuljhuri khela
korchhe. Govir shagor neel du chokhe Dhrubo Tarar
dyuti. Your eyes are sparkling and radiating heavenly
glow. Ektu ager shei anmona bhabta ar nei. Tumi jeno
tomar chiro ochena shoundorjer paprigulo ekta ekta
kore mele dhorchho. Ami tomar hat dhora, tomar
anguler fake fake amar aongulgulo. Tumi ami dujon
dujonke dhore achhi. Ke kake obolombon kore achhi
ta bujha jachchhe na.
-“Cholo Amin, okhantay ektu boshi.” Osfuto konthe
bolle tumi.
Chhader thik majh borabor koekta mota mattress
bichhano ache, okhne onyanyo flat-er meyera emonee
jyotsna rate golpo gaaner ashor jomay. Amar ki holo
nijei janina, tomake pajakole tule nilam. Tumio duhate
amake joriye nile.”
- “Amin, tomar koshto hobe na, amar ojon kom noy.”
- “bhalobashar manusher kono ojon thake na, era
pakhir komol paloker motoi snigdho-ojonhin
dyutimoy.” Matresse boshe tomar matha amar kole
tule nilam,
- “Ekhon mon bhore tumi akashi jonakider dekho, ami
shudhu tomakee dekhte thaki, jotokkhon hridoyer
trishna na mete. Jodio jani, e trishna kokhonoi mitbe
na. ”
Tumi heshe diye bolle, “shob purush-ee prothom
prothom emon bole, tar por thikee ekdin trishna mite
jay, porityakto hoy meyeta, ek shathe thekeo jeno onek
dure bash kore.”
Bollam, “Tomar ovigyota achhe dekhchhi.”
You jumped on me like spring, Tomar komol haate
eker pore ek halka kiil dite thakle amar buke, bolle,
- “ amin, tomake moja dekhachchhi, kemon lagchchhe
amar ovigyota. Ekta shujog peyei chimti kete dile.”
Ami tomake buke joriye nilam. Tumio sthir hoye amake
joriye dhore roile. Tomar du hat kromei amake aro jore
joriye dhorchhe. Onekkhon por tumi mukh tule amar
dike cheyei dekhle ami tomar dikei cheye achhi. Tumi
drishti anoto kore nile. Lojja pele ki ?
Tumi dhire dhire badhon chhere diye amar kole matha
rekhe shuye porle. Ami bollam,
- “Bolechhilam tumi nijeke hariye felbe. Shundor mone
prokritir shundor maya emoni moher srishti kore, tumi
agey jante na. Na na, uthte cheo na, thako emni
bhabei, khoti nei, tumi nijeke hoyto notun kore
abishkar korte parbe ei jyotsnar shagore dub diye otha
shoundorjer majhe. Nijeke discover korar, explore
korar er cheye bhalo shomoy ar pabe na. Tomar drishti
ekhon akash theke neme eshchhe, amar mukher upor
tomar du chokh sthir hoye achhe. Ki bujhte chaichho
meye ? Thik dhorechho, ami tomakei dekhchhi etota
shomoy dhore, shara jibon emni kore dekhte thakleo
dekhar trishna mitbe na. Tumi ek ononyo manobi,
srishtir adim maya tomar shorbo onge fute achhe.
Jotota na moho jagao tar cheye onek beshi jagao
bhalobashar snigdho abesh. Kamona nei ta noy, tobe
she kamonay jala nei, achhe prithibir shob rup rosh
gondho sporsho onubhober hridoy akul kora ahoban.
Tumi ki bujhte parchho, tumi dhire dhire jege utchho,
ektu ektu kore Cupid egiye ashchhe tomar dike.
Cupider lokkhyovedi arrow tomar komol buker
sporsho kamonay chhute ashchhe. Oi jah, tomar
komol buk o thikee khuje peyechhe. Tomar golap papri
thote thor thor kepe kepe uthchhe. Tomar du hat abaro
amake aro beshi kore joriye nichchhe. Tomar du hat
amake tomar kachhe, aro kachhe tene nichchhe.
Tomar uttopto nihshash amar chokhe mukhe jhoro
haowar moto jhapta marchhe. Govir nihshshe tomar
komol buk uthchhe namchhe. Amar buke tomar kamor
jore chepe boshchhe. Tumi adim bonyo manobi ekhon,
prokritir adim rup tomar shara shorire sposhto hoye
uthchhe. Prochondo jhor boye jachchhe tomar shara
mone, ar tar abesh chhoriye porchhe tomar opurbo
shundor shorire. Michel Angelo, Leonardo Da Vinci
kono meyer bhalobashar shoriri abeger prokash,
oshadharon adimtomo shoundorjer dekha paay nee
kokhono. Pele oder chitrokolpo onek govirotomo rup
peto. Asholei bodh hoy kono meyer shob shoundorjo
bhashay ba chitre futiye tola shombhob noy, proti
muhurte oi shoundorjo etotai bikoshito hoye othe je ta
dhore rakha shombhob hoy na.
Amar buke mukh lukiye nijer lojja lukate chaichho
tumi. Ei jah, jhor jhor kore hotath brishti eshe gelo.
Ami uthte chaitei tumi bolle, “na thak aaj mon bhore
brishtite vijbo. Brishtite veja meyer shoriri rup
dekhechho kokhono ? Aaj dekhe nao pran bhore.”
Tomar thote dushtumi hashi, du chokhe tarar jhilik.
Ami obak hoye dekhchhi tomake, ki oshadharon meye
tumi, kemon onayashe eto shundor kore nijeke mele
dhorte paro. Ojhor dharay brishti porchhe, tomar
chokhe mukhe gale, buke pithe kadhe. Vije jachchhi
amio. Mukh tulechho tumi, onimesh cheye achho amar
mukher dike. Hashi mmukhe bolle, “ jala dhorchhe ?”
Bollam, “na shitol hochhi.” Bolle, “ Brishti veja
shorire jama thakle thanda lege jabe.” Nipun hate amar
jamar botam khule felle, hater cuff-link duto khule jama
chhariye nile. Jamar niche undergarment na dekhe
bolle, “ki byapar, tumi undergarment poro na.“ Bollam,
pori, tobe aaj taratarite pora hoy ni.“ Heshe uthle tumi,
janina keno. Tar por bolle, “ki holo, amar-o toe thanda
lagte pare, tops khule dao. Dujonei topless hoye
brishtite vije nei.” Ami shotyee tokhon obak hochchhi.
Brishtite vije tomar shorirer protiti bak shorgiyo abha
chhorachchhe. Thin blousr niche bra-r cut sposhto.
Brishti veja blouser botam khulte shomoy lagchhe,
Tumi amar dike cheye achho, thoter kone
rohoshyomoy hashi.
-“ Boro anari manush tumi, er agey kono meyer blouse
bra kholonii ?”
- “Na, she shujog hoynii, hleo khultam kin a janina.”
Brishtir shitolotay-o tomar nihshash uttopto. Blouse
khule brar hook khultei duhat ucho kore dhorle tumi.
Ami blouse bra chhariye pashe rekhe tomar dike takiye
dekhi, e ki oshadharon mohoniyo rup. Tomar shara
shorire ekhon brishtir fota gulo tomar shoundorjoke
aro mohoniyo kore tulchhe. Unmukto breast-e brishtir
fota pore goriye porchhe dhire dhire, jeno brishtir
fotagulo tomar breaster sporsho chhere jhore jete
chaichhe na. Tomar kadh beye gal beye ghono kalo
bhru beye brishtir fotagulo porchhe bhalobashar
abege driro hoye otha breast-er upor. Breast-er upor
theme thakar protijogitay nemechhe ora. Thik jemni
shishir fota shochho shundor dighite fute thaka golapi
podmer upor jome thake. Bhromo kalo nipples-er upor
koyek fota brishtir fota boshe ache. Ami thot ektu fak
kore dhire dhire jeev bariye brishtir fota shushu nilam.
Tomar nipple ektar por ar ekta amar mukhe chole elo.
Much shoriye anlam ami. Tomar pithe kadhe bahute
hat buliye dichchhi. Tomar mukh du hate dhore golap
papri thote chumu diye bollam,
- “Koto shundor hote paro meye !!”
Tumi amar du hat duto tomar buker upor rakhle, bolle,
- “lojja pachchho ? Ador koro amake, ami onek ador
chai.”
- “Na, bhoy pai.”
- “Bhoy pao, keno ?” Obak hole tumi.
- “Ami toe pran bhore onubhob korchhi tomake. Tumi
nijeke notun kore discover korechho aaj. Tomake
explore kortei chai, nijeke notun kore onubhob korbe
tumi. Ekhon amar mone shuddhu tumi, shorir joriyeo
shudhu tumiee thako. Ami jani amake, tumi tripti pabe,
proshanto hobe, tar pore ek shomoy bolbe,
Purushgulo emonee, er jonyoee tomake chhade
enechhilam
Tomar hashi badh bhanga sroter moto uchcho kontho
holo, tumi bolle,
- “ Bolboi toe, eksho bar bolbo, tar por-o tomakei chai,
ekhonee. Amar aro govire tomake onubhob korte chai.
Tomar bhalobashar abeg dekhte chai, abeger shokti
dekhte chai. Tumi amar rag dekhbe, kotha shunbe, tar
por-o amake buke dhore rakhbe. Tobei na tomar
bhalobasha bujha jabe. Ami tomaree thakbo, ei buke
tomakei joriye rakhbo. Dekho, amake, onubhob koro
prokrito bhalobashar ononyo onubhuti. Prochondo
jhor jemni porom ullashe komol lotake buke niye dol
khay, temni amake atmar ullasher dolaay dolao, Let me
feel deep in my heart and soul and body the rejoice of
the soul and let me echo it in my moans. Tomar probol
borshone shikto hoye proshanto hoi ami.” Tumi amake
ek jhotkay buke tene nile, matresser upor goriye porle
tumi amake buke niyei.
Kokhon brishti theme gechhe janina. Ami shudhu
tomake cheye cheye dekhchhi. Tumi amar kole matha
rekhe shuye achho. Dhire dhire uthe boshle tumi,
bolle, “Amin, tumi oshdharon romoni mohon purush.
Eto ador jano, meyeder protiti move tumi eto bhalo
jano ! Meyeeder shorirer protiti bake tomar eto komol
hate eto anondo dayee sporsho kora kothay shikhle ?
Ki kore janle eto shob, bolbe ki ?”
- “ I know, we both lost our virginity now.
Inexperienced we are. Kintu amar mone hoy kauke
bhalobeshe dekho, bahlobashar cheye boro kono
teacher nei, guide nei, Tomar bhalobasha tomake
shob shikhiye dey. Tobe meyeder shorir niye
poralekha onek joruri, na hole ek shomoy trishna mite
jay. Ar meyeder shorirer protiti bak-er rohoshyo jana
thakle proti rat bashor rat hoy, mrityur dineo trishna
mete na. Bishwash koro shona meye, meyeder kono
boyosh nei. Meyera joubon theke chirodin ekeee
rokom thake, shudhu purushtake ta rakhte jante hoy.
Ar Ovigyotar proyojon hoy na bahlobashay.
Bhalobashar cheye boro kono proshanti nei.” Tumi
jano toe,
“Romonir mon
Shohosro borsher shokha shadhonar dhon”
Heshe bollam, “lecture diye fellam, tai na.” Pakhir kolo
kakoli ar bhorer abchha alo fute uthchhe. Ami veja
jamatai pore nilam, tumi sharitake ek pak joriye
nile.Tomar hat dhore shiri bhenge bhenge dujone
neme ashchhi. Tumi tokhono amar dike cheye achho.
- “shiri dekhe cholo, noile hochot khabe.”
- “Amin, ami shara jibon jane bujhe dekhe shune
hochot khabo, tumi shara jibon amar pore jaowa theke
dhore felo, buke tule niyo. Amar shwadhin pakhir moto
thakbo, tumi amar bashay uki dite bhul koro na. Ekdin
tomake na pele, keep in mind, my rose petal lips will
turn into long hard sharp beaks. Dekhbo tomar
bhalobashar shokti koto.”
- “ek jibon noy, hajaro jibon tomake buke dhore rekhe
hochot khaowa theke agle rakhbo. Baji dhoro na,
tokhon snickers amiee pabo.”
- “Ishshshshshshsh, kere nebo na emon bujhle keno.”
Ek doure tumi nijer ghore. Ami pichhon theke dekhi,
shotyee ononyo manobi tumi, opurbo shundor, ami
shara jibon e shoundorjo dekhe dekheo er shesh
dekhte pabo na.