Monday 27 April 2009

mamto bo 3


Mamato Bhai Ke Diye Gud Chodano - Part 3

Ami jakhon porer din sakale ghum thek uthlam to dekhlam je anek bela hoe geche.
Ghore khoob radur ese geche. Ami Amit buke matha rekhe sue achi aar Amit aghore
ghumoche. Amra dujanyee nengto sue achee. Tarpor ami kal ratreer sab katha mone
pore gelo. Amit prothom bar amr guude dhokar agyee nijer pheda phele diyehilo.
Tarp por amar khoob jordar choda chudi korechi Prathome Amit amake bichanate
sue diye amar opor chore achcha kore amake chude chilo tar por amake Amit
gharer mejete char hathe paye rekhe pechon theke amake chude chilo. Ami amar
guude hath buliye dekhlam je guud ta besh phule ache aar tar mukhtate besh
halka halka baitha korche. Amake uthte dekhe Amitr ghum bhenge gelo aar amake
bollo, “kire tor ghum eto taratari bhenge geche? Ami bollam, “haan ami ek bar
bathroome jabo.”

Ami uthe bathroome giye commode boslam aar hisi korte laglam. Jakhon amar guud
theke hishi berochilo amar guude besh shir shir korchilo. Hisi karar por ami
jal diye guudta dhute gelam abar bhalam thak jadi Amit amar guud ta suknte
chai. Ami guudta na dhuee baire beriye elam. Amit sue sue bollo, Ekhane amar
kache ese bos.” Ami Amitr kache giye tar bose parlam. Amit ektu nore sulo aar
amake jigesh korlo, “tor kaal ratirey laagey nee to?” Ami bollam, “na.” Amit
bollo, “dekhi!” Amit ekta hath amar mukhe aste kore bolate laglo aar aste kore
hathta amat mayee aar mayer bota obdi niye elo tar nathta guuder opor nuye
gelo. Jakhon Amit amar guuder opor hath bulachilo, hatat guuder balete hath
bolate bolate bollo, “tor aee jayegaa takay aami naada koray debo. Aajkey.”
Ami lajjaye bollam, “dhaaat!” Amit amar kothaye kan na diye amar guuder bal
niye khelte laglo aar theke theke amar guuder phuto te angul ghoste laglo.
Khain por Amit amar bagole hath dilo aar abar bollo, “tot eikhatao near kre
debo aaj.”

Amit amake tar aro kache tene niye amar mukhe chumu khelo aar amar pithe
pachaye hath bolate bolate bollo, “tui khoob bhalo chudtay parish. Aar tor
guudtao khoob sundar. Amara bara jakhon tor guude dhoke takhon amar bhisan aram
lage.” Ami aro ektu Amitr opor uthe amar hathta Amitr komore aar tar adha
khara hoa barate bolate laglam. Khanik por ami Amitr barata besh kore dhore
aste aste tar mundi ta khulte aar bando korte laglam. Ami khanik jhunke Amitr
baratar khola mundi te chumu khelam aar bollam, “aita akta lokhee shona.” Ami
Amitr barata mukhe aste aste chuste laglam aar khanik pore Amitr bara theke ami
nijer guuder gando aar swad pete syuru korlam. Amitr barata dhire dhire khara
hote laglo. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “kee ray. Ekhunee chodabee naakee?” Ami
bara theke mukh tule bollam, “na, na, ami amni tor barata chuschee.” Ami
tar por Amitr bara tolaye bichite chumu khelam aar bollam, “ei beechee tei to
semen bonay. Eitakai aami bhalo bashee.”

Amra aro kichukhon bichanate shue shue ekjon anno ke ador korlam. Kal rater
choda chudir por amar anekta shanto chilam. Khanik por Amit gharir dike dekhe
bollo, “okay. Ami uthe mukh dhuchee tueo mukh dhue ne. tar porami giye kichu
breakfast niye aschee.” Amit aage bichana thke uthe nengto hoeye bathroome
gelo tabe darza khola chere dilo. Amit giye commode te hisi korlo tarpor ami
uthe nengto hoeyee bathroome giye brush korte laglam. Amit kichukhom amake
ayenate dekhlo tar por amar kache ese amar duto mayee hathe modhhe niye nilo
mayee tipte tipte bollo, “tor duto mayee dekle amar khali tipte ichche
kore” aar amar mayee tipte tipte amar ghare chumu khete laglo. Amra taratari
brush kore nilam. Ami bathroom theke beriye ese Amit ke bollam, “Amit gharer
sab jalna gulo dite hobe aar amader kapor pore nite hobe. Tui amar ekta sari
lungee kore pore ne. Amio aekta sari lungee kore pore nichee.” Amit jigesh
korlo, “keno?” Ami bollam, “lungee khulte samay lagena aar amar jakhon
icheche hobe ami lungir phank theke hath dhukiye tor leorata dhorte parbo.”
Amara duto saree ke niye lungeer moto komore joriye nilam. Ami Amitr rater
chara T-shirt ta porte jachilam. Amit amake mana korlo aar amar kache ese amar
khola mayee duto te chumu khelo, tiplo aar tar por amake T-shirt ta poriye
dilo. Amar jakhon T-shirt ta pora hoye gelo takhon Amit amar pechone ese amake
jariye niye bollo, “tor goodtatey akbarr haath diye bhalobeshey nee.” Amit
hath diye amar guudta ke lungeer opor theke dhore ador korlo aar tar por amake
kole tule amake chaire bosiye diye bollo, “nangto koray haath diye tor
goodtakay bhalo bashtey chai.”

Amit amar lunger ghanta komor theke khule dilo aar amar lungee ta matite pore
gelo. Tar por Amit amar hantu duto dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar amar
guude aste aste hath bulote laglo. Khinkhon amar guude aar guuder phutote hath
bolanor por Amit amake chumu khey bollo, “ney Eibarey abaar tor lungee ta
poray nay.” Ami uthe abar lungee take pore nilam. Amar taratari kichu breakfast
korlam aar bose bose kal ratrer kotha bolte laglam. Amit amake bollo, “Khuku,
ami kalker janno bhisan lajja pachee. Kal ami tor guude dhokarbar ageyee amar
bara mal chere diyechilo. Tue eto sexy je ami rukhte parinee.” Ami Amit ke
bollam, “kichhuu hoyee nee. Toke ato bhabhte hobe na. Amar anke bondhu der
boy friend ra ei kore. Tara saree saya kholar ageyee nijer mal chere dai aar
tader bara aar khara hoe na. Tue to amake tar por chudechis aar khoob bhalo
bhave amake ulte palte chudechis.” Amit khanik por amake bollo, “aajke ami
toke chan koriye debo.” Amit abar amake bollo, “ami toke ek bar noye toke ami
du bar chan korabo.” Ami aste kore bollam, “theek ache.” Dhire dhire 12.00
bejalo. Amra uthe kalker bacha kichu khabar garam korlam aar seguloke duto plate
sajiye rakhlam. Amit takhon amake bollo, “chal ami toke chan koriye dee.”
Ami razi hoye gelam aar amar bag theke jama kapor bar korte laglam. Amit jigesh
korlo, “jama kapor ki hobe? Tue chan kore khabar kheye jama kapor porbee?”
Amit nijer bag theke shaving kit bar korlo aar lungee khule bathroomer darja
khule rekhe bathroome dhuklo aar danriye danriye dhari ta katlo. Ami bichanate
bose bose Amitr dari kata dekhte laglam. Amitr jakhon dari kata hoye gelo se
beriye ese amake bichana theke tene tillo aar amar ga theke T-shirt ta khule
phello aar tar por amar komor theke amar lungee ta tan mere khule chure phele
dilo. Ami Amitr samne takhon udon nengto hoye dariye thaklam. Amit amake dhore
bathroome niye gelo.

Bathroome niye giye Amit amar sara gaye bhalo kore saban lagiye dilo aar amar
mayee te beshi bhalo kore saban lagalo, tiplo, mayeer bota dhore tanlo. Tar por
jal diye sab saban dhue dilo bhalo kore. Tar por Amit bollo, “eba amar gaye
saban lagiye amake chan kora.” Amio Amitr sara gaye saban lagalam, bishesh
kore Amitr barate. Ami Amitr barata dhore barar mundi take khule dilam aar tate
bhalo kore saban lagiye ghose ghose parishkar kore dilam. Amar tanatani te Amitr
barata abar lhara hote shuru kore dilo aar ta dekhe ami taratari Amitr chan puro
kore dilam. Amit chan puro hoye gele Amit bathroom theke beriye nijer bag theke
ekta Anne French niye elo. Ami mone mone bhavlam je Amit sab kichu bheve toyer
hoye eseche. Bathroome ese Amit amake boolo, “hath duto tule danra. Age ami
tor duto bagol saf kore dee.” Ami amr hathduto tule danralam. Amit amar due
bagole Anne Frenche lagiye dilo aar kichukhon pore amare amar due bagole jal
diye sab chul saf kore dilo. Bagoler chul saf hobar por Amit hath diye amar
bagole hath diye dekhlo aar bollo, “bah ekebare saf. Tor bagol kato narom.
Theek jeno kono bacchar pacha.” Ami bhanhilam je eibare amar guuder number
asbe.

Bagol saf korar por Amit amake bollo, “chal ghore giye bichanate paa duto
phank kore shue por. Eibar ami tor guuder bal gulo saf korbo.” Ami bollam,
“naa. Kano? Tor khoob kharaap lagcchey?” Amit bollo, “na, amar neda guud
bhalo lage.” Ami bollam, “na. Please. Lokhee sona. Please amaar goodta kay
naydaa korish na. Please.” Amit amar dike katmat kore dekhe bollo, “tui
neejay jabee na tokay duto thappor meray, hath paa bendhey tor goodtakay nayra
kortay hobay?” Amit hatat amar hath dhorlo aar amke tante tante ghore giye giye
bichanate shuiye dilo. Amit amar hath duto dhore mathar opor kore dilo aar hath
diye amar paa duto dhore phanke kore rakhlo. Amit tarpor botol theke besh
khanik ta Anne French niye amar du payer majhe aar amar guuder balete bhalo
kore lagiye dilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit amr guuder phutar opor lagas na.
Tanahole jala korbe.” Amit amake bollo, “tue bhisan katha bolish. Beshi katha
bolle ami tor guuder konta dant diye chinre kheye nebo. Tar por tue maza
bujhbee.” Khanik por Amit jhunke amar guudta bhalo kore deklhte lago je sab
bale te Anne French legeche kina. Amit jakhon uthe danralo to ami dekhlam je
Amit barata kahra dulche. Ami bujlam je amar guud niye etokhon khelate Amit
garam hoyee geche.

Praye das minut pore Mitu uthe bathroom theke ek mug jal aar ekta toale niye
elo. Tar por Amit toyaleta jale bhijiye dhire dhire amar guud theke sab Anne
French cream tulte laglo. Sab cream uthe jabar por Amit amake bollo, “dekh
nijer neda guudta bhalo kore dekh. Bahhh eibar tor guudta kato bhalo lagche.”
Ami matha tule amar guudta dekhlam. Amar guudta ekebare parishkar aar tar duto
phank bhalo bhave delha jachee. Amar bhisan lajja laglo. Ami taratari amar paa
duto eker opor ekta diye amar guudta dhaklam aar Amit ke bollam, “aamaar
khoob lojja korchay.” Amit mug ta bathroome rekhe phire ese bollo, “chol ebar
toke arekbar chan koriye dee.” Amit amar hath dhore amake tullo aar amake
bathroome niye gelo. Bathrrome giye Amit amake showerer tolay danr koriye amar
sara gaye saban lagiye dilo aar bhalo kore dhue dilo. Saban lagiye dhobar somay
Amit amar duto bagol bhalo kore dhulo aar bollo, “paa phank koray dara. Aami tor
guudta bhalo koray shaban diye porishkar koray dee.” Amit jakhon amar guudta jal
diye dhuchillo takhon se amar guuder phutota keo bhalo kore dhue dilo. Jakhon
Amitr hath amar guuder konte te lagchilo takhon ami Amit ke bolam, “aah kee
hochcey ta kee?” Ami dekhte paachilam je Amitr barata bhesh bhalo bhave khara
hoe jeche. Ami Amit ke bolla, “tor barata to khadaa hoye gachchey. Eitakay
ami ektu thanda koray dee?” Amit bollo, “na, amar ja korar ache amake korte
de.” Amit amake chan koriye amar puro ga, matha toyale diye puche dilo. Amit
nijekeo bhalo bhave puche nilo ar bollo, “chal ebar amar ready hoe nee.”

Amake jakhon Amit bathroom theke baire jete bollo, ami ektu abak hoye gelam je
Amit kono chosa chusi ba choda chudi nakore amake jete bollo. Amar pechne
pechne Amit bathroom theke beriye ese bollo, “ja. Bichchanaye shuey por.” Ami
bichnar dike gelam aar Amit nijer bag theke ek packet mathon bar kore anlo. Amit
makhon ta khulte khulte bollo, “tor chamrata khoob shukiye geche ato saban
lagiye lagiye. Ami tor gaye makhon lagiye dite chayee.” Ami bokar moto
jiggesh korlam, “tui ki puro gaye makhon lagabee, na kee.” Amit gambhir hoye
bollo, “daykh ki koree!!” Amit chupchap shoe porlam aar Amit ekta
moistureizer shishi niye elo. Amit amake bollo, “ney eibar upur hoye shue
por.” Ami jeyee upur holam Amit duto balish ene amar peter talaye rekhe dilo.
Balisher opor showate amar pachata opor dike hoye thaklo.

Amit kono kotha na bole khanikta moisturizer niye amar ghare, piithe lagate
laglo. Amit amar paye peethe aar payer tolaye bhalo kore moisturizer lagiye
dilo. Tar por amake bollo, “ektoo bangyer moton sho.” Ami theek bujhte parlam
na je Amit ki chaiyeche aar ami jigesh korlam, “maney?” Amit takhon amar duto
hantu mure peter dike mure dilo, hath duto tule mathar opore kore dilo aar
mathata bichnate lagiye dilo. Amit tar por amar paa duto fank kore dilo. Ebar
amar pachata puro khule gelo aar opor dike uthe thaklo. Ami Amit ke aste kore
bollam, “Amit. Kee hochcey ta keee.” Amit muukhe angul lagiye bollo,
“shhhhh. Aaakey baarey choop thaak. Khaalee mojaa paley awaaj kor.” Ami chup
kore Amitr kotha moton pacha khule opor dike kore thaklam. Amit takhon besh
khanik ta moisturizer niye amar duto pachate lagate laglo. Khanik po Amitr
angul amar ponder phutote ese laglo. Amit khanik ta cream niye amar ponder
phutor opor dhallo aar bollo, “tor ponde ami ektu cream lagabo. Aaar taar
porey tor pondta aamee chatbo.” Ami lajjaye Amit ke bollam, “Ki hochay ta
kee!!” Ami bhavte parini je Amit amar pond niyeo khela korbe. Ami dekhte
pachilam je Amitr barata khara hoe lafalafi korche. Ami bhavchilam je Amit ajke
mar pode nijer bara dhukiye amar pond marbe. Amit amar ponde cream lagate lagate
bichana te uthe amar khola ponder pechone boslo aar bollo, “aikhaney boshey
tor pachcha massage korlay to tor gooder katche amaar baada ta thakbay na!”
Amit abar pacha aar ponde cream ghoshe ghoshe lagate laglo. Jato bar Amit amar
pachar opor dike cream lagachilo tatobar Amitr barar mundita amar rase jab jab
kora guuder phutote lagchilo. Ami ek mahilar moton chupchap shiye chilam aar
bhavchilam je nijer barata amar kon phutote dhokabe. Jato bar Amitr barata amar
guuder photote chunchilo amar guud tatobar choda khabar janno dhak dhak kore
utchilo aar tar mukhta khabi khacchilo.

Amit jato bar tar barata amar guude choanchilo tatobar Amit o “hnnnnn.
Sssssss. Oooooh. Sssssss.” korchilo. Amar guud khabi khacchilo aar ami
bhavchilam je kakhon Amit barata amar guude ek jhatka mere eksonge purota
dhukiye debe aar jatokhon na ami bolbo amake ulte palte chudbe. Khanik por Amit
amake bollo, “sali khankee maagi. Tor shamney eibaar tel lagatey hobay. Aar
beshee khon tokay no choodey thaka jabey naa. Shojaa hoye show!” Ami taratari
soja hoye shoye porlam tana hole hoyeto Amit barata amar guude dhokabar ageye
mal chere debe aar amar ras jab jab kora guudta choda khete parbe na. As I
turned over, he again said, “Baalish ta kay tor pachchar tolaye raakh. Tor good
ta ooonchoo koray rakhtey chai.” Ami jakhon soja hoye shuelam takhon Amit amake
bollo, “paa phank koray raakh. Tor good akkebarey kholaa chai amar” aar amar
paa duto dhore jatota hoye tatota phank kore dilo. Amit amar dupaer majhe
jhubke porlo. Amit taratari amar samner dike bhalo kore cream lagiye dilo aar
ebar aar amar maye niye kono khela korlo na. Puro gaye cream laganor por Amit
khanikta makhon niye amar mayeer bota te lagalo. Ami etokhone khoob garam hoye
giyechilam, ami bollam, “aaah. Thama. Amakey chudey dey. Please. Chudey dey.”
Amit bollo, “tham. Tor maye ar guud ami khaabo. Taar porey chudbo.”

Ami bujhte parchilam je aar Amitr rokhar khamota neyee aar taye Amit taratari
makhon lagachilo. Amit aro makhon niye amar guuder char dhare lagalo. Amar
guudta Amitr bara ta nebar janno khabee khachilo. Guuder mukhta khulchilo aar
bando hochillo. Amit ta dekhe khanikta makhon amar guuder bhetor dhukiye bhalo
kore angul char dhare lagalo aar aste kore amar kontate lagate thaklo. Ami soye
soye dekhte pachhilam je Amitr bara theke ras talkachee. Amit amar guude makhon
lagate agate bollo, “ma. Ei nayra guud. Ayto bhalo. Kee bole.” Ami aramer
chote bollam, “aaaa. Aaaaro. Hmmmmmm. Aaaah Oooooooo. Aaaro kor” aar amar
guuder jal khaslo. Amar guud jal charchilo bole amar guuder mukhta khulchilo
aar bando hochhilo ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit. Aaamkey angul diye chudey dey.
Please.” Amit sonfe songe mijer majher angulta amar guude pure dilo aar jore
jore amake angul diye chudte laglo. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Ami sukher
chote chatpat korchilam. Amar komor apna apni opore uthe Amitr angule diye amar
guud chodate laglam aar guuder jal khasate laglam. Amar mukh diye ja khishi
bhasha berochillo, “chod. Ammakey chod. Aaaahj. Aaamee khankee maagee.
Ammakey chod.” Guuder jal khose jabar por ami chok bando kore soye thaklam ar
Amitr khela ta upobhog korte laglam.

Jal khasanor amej ta kete jabar por ami amar paa duto abar bhalo kore khule
dilam. Amit takhono amar guude angul dhukiye rekhechillo. Ami Amit ke bollam,
“bar koray ney.” Amit angultake amar guud theke bar kore nilo. Ami chok
khullam aar Amitr dike takalam. Amit amar pase chup kore bose chillo. Amit
amake bollo, “sorry. Ami nijeke rukte parini. Amar barar pheda beriye geche.”
Ami chok nabiye nicher dike takalam aar deklam je Amitr barata mal phele netiye
ache aar amar sara pete Amitr pheda pore ache. Ami Amit ke joriye chumu khelam
aar bollam, “amari bhul hoyeche. Amar bola uchit chilo je amar gaye makhon na
lagiye amake bhalo kore chude dite.” Amit amake joriye bollo, “ami
chaichillam je sakal sakal amar bara theke pheda beriye jak tar por toke ami
bhalo kore ulte palte saradin chudbo.” Ami Amit ke chumu khete khte bollam,
“tui khoob bhalo aar toke ami anek anek bhalobashi.” Amit amake joriye amar
opor soye thaklo.

Khanik por uthlo aar amake chumu kheye bollo, “tor mai gulo aar guudta ami
khabo.” Ami jantam je amar na bolate Amit sunbena, tobuo ami meyelii naykame
dekhiye bollam, “aa. Please. Aakhon naa.” Amit amar katha kane na diye amar
hath duto soriye uthe boslo aar bollo, “Amar kichu kaj korte ache.” Amit
chair utheye ulto kore dining tabler opore raklo jate ki keu aram kore peethe
helam diye boste pare. Tar amake bichanate theke uthiye balishta ke ulto chair
songe rakhlo aar make uthiye dining table opor bosiye dilo. Ami balishe peeth
rekhe bose porlam. Helam diye bosate amar mayee duto besh opore uthe thaklo aar
amar paa duto dining table theke niche jhulte thaklo. Amit amar paa duto dhore
phank kore dilo aar amar du payer majhe danralo. Amit amar payer majhkhane
danriye amake chumu khete khete bollo, “tokaay ami eibarey janabo, jey tokay
aamee koto bhalo bashee. Tui amar bon. Akta bhaeyer moton tokay ami eibaar
bhalo bashbo.” Amit khanikta makhon niye abar amar mayeete lagalo aar jeev bar
kore amar mayee theke makhon gulo chatte laglo. Makhon chate te chat te Amit
jeev diye amar bota te sursuri dite laglo. Ami sukhe pagol hoye jete laglam.
Ami sans bando kore nijeke rukhte Amit ke bollam, “Amit ki korchis ta kee.
Bando kar.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor ja korar ache tai kor na keno? Amake
aar sursuri dis na.” Amit takhon amar du payer majhe bose amake bollo, “paa
duto aro phank kar.” Ami paa duto jatota pari phank kore dilam. Amit amake
bollo, “aro phank kor tor paa.” Ami bollam, “aar phank amar duto khule
porbe. Paa aar phank hobena.“ Amit amar paa dhore aro phank korte laglo. Ami
bollam, “na na aar phank koris na, please.”

Amit takhon aro khanik ta makhon niye amar guuder char dhare lagalo. Makhon
amar guuder char dhar chara amar thigher bher dikeo lagalo aar amar near guuder
oporeo lagalo. Ami bhavchilam je ebar Amit amar guuder bhetor angul diye abar
amar guuder bhetore makhon lagabe. Kintu Amit ta korlo na. Ami sab lajja chere
diye Amit ke bollam, “Amit, please makhon ta amar sara guude laga bhalo
kore.” Amit bollo, “danra na, ato baysto hochhis keno.” Ami chok bando
kore paa lhank kore bose royilam. Amit ta dekhe bollo, “chok khol aar dekh
ami tor guud niye kee kee khela kori.” Ami jakhon chokh khullam takhon Amit
besh khanikta makhon niye amar guuder duto thont khule bhalo kore amar poner
phuto theke guuder bhetore makhon lagate thaklo. Amit makhon lagachillo aar
dekhchillo je makhon ta guuder sab jayegaye legeche kina. Ami sukher chote bose
bose nijer pond uthiye uthiye khali “Hnnnnnnnnn. Ssssssss” kor chilam.

Amar hath duto apna apni amar guude opor chole gelo aar guudta dheke dilo. Ta
dekhe Amit bollo, “hath oporay rakh.” Ami abar amar hath duto amar guud theke
sariye nilam aar amar pondta opor dike tule guudta Amitr dike kore dilam. Amit
takhon abar makhon niye amar kontate lagate suru korlo aar angyl diye amar
kontke tante laglo. Amar komtate Amityr angul lagar somge somge ami pagol hoye
gelam aar bolte laglam, “chudey dey amake. Amit tor banra amar guude dhukiye
amake chod.” Amit takhon amake bollo, “amar barate tui bhalo kore makhon
lagiye de. Makhon lagale amar barata tor guude sarat kore dhukbe aar berobe aar
tor khub aram hobe.” Amit barata amar hather kache niye elo aar ami khanikta
makhon niye bhalo kore barate lagate suru kore dilam. Ami taratari hath
chalachilla kenona amar choda khabar tara chilo. Makhon lagabr por ami barata
hathe kore dhore amar guude mukhe set kore dilam. Amit amar komor dhore amake
aro khanik ta niche nabiye dilo aar tatae amar guudta theek Amit khara baratar
samne ese gelo.

Amit taratari nijer khara baratar mundita amar khola guuder opor rekhe aste
kore ekta halka thap marlo aar tar barar mundi ta amar guude pkata kore dhuke
gelo. Amitr barata amar guude dhoka te ami sukhe bole uthlam, “ooooooh Maaa.”
Amit kintu aar kono katha na bole amar paa duto hathe kore dhore opor dike tule
amar guude choto choto tabe taratari thap mere amake chudte laglo. Amitr choda
khete khete mone hochillo theek jeno kono kukur kono kutee ke chudche. Amitr
thap khete khete amar tal pete kheench dhorte shuru korlo aar ami bujhte parlam
je amar guud jal khashae. Ami amar thonth kamre amar pond tule tule Amitr barar
dhakka gulo amar guude diye khete laglam. Ami guud marate marate bolchilam,
“ooooh Ma. Amaakey choodey dey. Aamakey chod. Bholo koray chod. Ooooh. Amit
aro jore thap mar amar guude. Amar guude anegulo pipre ache tui thap mere mere
amar guud phata aajke.” Amito amake chudte chudte bolchilo, “kuttiya. Choda.
Nay. Chod amaakey chod. Ney amar barata tor guud diye kha guud chodane magi,
khali guud marabar sakh. Ney choda aro choda.” Minute dui-teen pore Amit barata
amar guude puro puro dhukiye amar mayee duto du hath diye dhorlo aar tar por
barar mal guude dhele dilo. Mal dhalar samay Amit bolchilo, “aaaaargh.
Hnnnnn. Choda. Chodaa.”

Jakhon Amitr pheda glo amar guuder bhetore porchilo to amar guuder bhetor
thanda thanda lagchilo amar guuder jala snahto hochillo. Amitr pheda porar
sathe sathe amar guuder jal khoslo. Ami amar guuder masho peshi chepe chepe
Amitr bara theke sab pheda ningre ningre sab bar kare nilam. Khainkhan por Amit
amar opore dhole shoye porlo aar tar netiye pora barata takhono amar guude
dhokano chilo. Ami aste kore Amitr komor theke amar duto paa nabiye nilam. Amar
takhono sara gaye guuder jal khasonr amez lege chilo. Du teen minut pore Amit
ektu nore chore uthlo aar tar komor tule abar thap marte chesta korlo. Khanik
por Amit nore uthlo aar bollo, “tor paa duto diye amar komorta dhor bhalo
kore. Ami yoke amni abostha te toke bichana te showabo tate amara choda chudi
aram kore ghumute parbo.” Ami amar duto paa diye abar Amitr komor jariye
nilam aar Amit amar komor dhore amake tule bichanate shoye dilo aar Amit nije
amar opor shoye porlo, eto sab karar somay Amitr barata amar guude tetiyee
dhokano chilo. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “amar ektu ghumote pari?” Amit
amake chumu khelo aar amake jariye niye nije amar pase shoye porlo aar barata
na bar kore amake joriye royilo. Amra khanik por ghumiye porlam. Jakhon amar
ghum bhanglo takhon praye bikel chata baje. Amit takhono barata amr guude
dhukiye amake jariye ghumuche. Ami ektu narachara karteyee Amitr ghum bhenge
gelo.

Amit ghum theke uthe amake joriye amar kapale chumu khelo aar amake bollo,
“kire, tui khushi to?” Ami bollam, “haan, kintu……….” “Kintu kee?”
“Puro puree khushi noyeee.” “Keno tor guud ki bhalo bhave choda hoyenee?” “na,
na anar guud khoob bhalo bhave choda hoyeche. Kintu, ami aro aro choda
chayee.” Amit bujhlo je bodhaye ami bodh hoye je ami khoob chodane magi.
Seyejanno amake bollo, “chinta korish naa. Tokaay ami aaro anyek baar chudbo
toke.” Amit amake tar katha bolar par duhath diye amar duto paa phank kore tar
netano barata amar guud theke bar korlo. Barata amar guud theke plooop awaj
kore beriye elo aar amar sara gaye current daure gelo aar ami “Aaaeee” bole
uthlam. Amit bichana theke uthe daralo. Tar sara gaye makhon lebrano chilo.
Amit amake jigesh korlo, “tuee aar ektu shoye chodar moja ta neebee aar amee
agey chaan koray nee? Na tuee chaan agey kortey chaash?” Amar takhon khoob
jore hishi peyechilo aar sara gaye makhon jab jab korchilo. Tai ami Amit ke
bollam je ami aage chan korte chaee. Ami hath bariye Amit ke booam, “amake
tene tol.”

Amit amar hath dhore amake bichana theke tene danr karalo. Ami danarate amar
nayee te amar kichu chool ese porlo aar amar paa duto kampte laglo. Amit amar
komor dhore amake danr korate korate bollo, “kee rey? Kee holo?” Ami dushtumi
kore bollam, “paa duto phaank thekay gaychchey aar kee. Aato chudey cheesh.”
Amit amar katha sune bollo, “dekhee tor guudta phank hoye achchey kee naa.”
Amit amar komor dhore tule amake choto table opor bosiye dilo. Tabe bosa te
amar guudta theek Amitr mukher samne ese gelo. Amit amar near guudta bhalo kore
phank kore deklo aar tate hath bolate bolate bollo, “hmmmm. Ektu phank hoye
achchey. Bodhaye aaro kheday achchey.” Amit amar guude chumu khelo aar guudta
ke bollo, “shara shomoye khai khai korlay cholay?” Tarpor Amit amar dike
takiye bollo, “ke ray. Ektu tor ayi clit ta kay chatbo naa kee?” Ami matha
nere na bollam. Amit amar payer gorali dhore amar paa duto phank korlo aar tar
por amar guudta ke khule dilo aar nijer jeev bar kore amar guudta aste aste
koekbar chete dilo. Ami khushi te pagol hoye Amit chule hath bolate bolate Amit
ke bollam, “please, please korish na. Annnn.” Amit jeev diye amar konta chta
shuru korlo aar khanik pore jeev diye kontate halka halk dhakka marte laglo.
Amar sara gaye kanta diye uthlo aar ami Amit ke bollam, “please. Nnnnn.
Sssss. Tham, tham.” Amit bujhte parlo je ami sukher chote pagol hoye gechee,
tai se ruke amake bollo, “keno? Thambo keno?” Ami kichu na bole chup kore
thaklam. Amit amake tule table theke nabiye dilo aar bollo, “ja ebar giye
chan kore ne.” Ami bathroome gelam aar chan korte laglam. Sara ga theke mahon
tulte besh somay lege gelo. Ami bathroom theke towel jariye beriye elam. Beriye
eshe ami lungee aar Amitr T-shirt ta porte lagam.

Amit amake dekhe bollo, “ki e tor eto lajja keno? Tor to puro sharir ta ami
dekhechi aar bhalo kore chumu kheyechi. Char eto sab kapor chopor, toke nengto
dekhte bhalo lage amar.” Ami chup kore danriye Amit ke bollam, “assobho
chele, khali amake nengto kore dekhte bhalo lage. Amar bujhi lajja kore na?”
Amake adha nengto dekhe Amit amake bollo, “toke ekhon dekhte daroon lagche.
Mone hocche je ekuni toke ek bar chudi.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “ja bhag ekhan
theke. Ja giye chan kore ne. Sakal theke pete kichu pore nee.” Amar katha sune
Amit bollo, “Okay. Okay. Ami chan korte jachhee. Kintu tui amake kichu
khabawar janno eto basto keno? Tui sakal theke ki kheyechis?” Ami bollam,
“amar chintar karon hochhee je jate tui thoke abar theke ghumiya na poris.
Bujhlee ebar? Ja ebar chan kore ne. Ami dekhi kal ratree theke ki ki khabar
ache. Segulo garam korte hobe.” Amit amar katha sune bathroome dukhlo. Das
minute Amit chan kore bathroom theke beriye elo. Tatokhone amiyo kalker bancha
khabar garam kore thala sajiye nilam. Amit kitchen dhuklo aar dekhte laglo ki
ki khabar ache. Amit khalo gaye chilo tobe amar ekta sari lungee kore pore
chilo. Amit thala dekhe bollo, “bah khoob bhalo.” Ami bollam, “ki
bhalo?” Amit bollo, “dutoi. Thalate sajano khabar aar tor khara khara khola
mayee duto.” Ami bollam, “babba, ki assobhoo chelere baba. Khali amar nengto
sharir dike haan kore dekhte thake.” Amit amake bollo, “Darling, amar jakhon
ichchee hobe ami takhon tor khola mayee aar guud ami niye nebo. Oi mayee aar
guud aar tor noye, ogulo amar. Tui khali nijer sharire amar jaano niye
ghurchish.” Ami Amit katha sune chup kore gelam aar chup chap khabar dilam
aar take bollam, “khabar deya hoyechchey.” Amra taratari khabar kheye nilam
aar hathe hathe dish guno dhue nilam.

Khabar khabar por bedroome giye bichanata theek korlo. Bichanata amader choda
chudir janno lando bhando hoye giye chilo. Tar table aar chair sab theek kore
ghorer janla khule dilo. Ghore bairer hawa khelte laglo. Amra balcony te giye
boslam aar halka phulka katha bolte laglam. Dhire dhire rasta diye trafficer
awaj kome giye bondo hoye gelo. Aas pas barir light off hoye gelo. Ami ghari
dekhlam je rat 10.30 bejeche. Amar bolchilam je kirakom kore ami kal bari jabo
aar kemon kore Amit Kolkata asa to lukoiye rakha jaye. Amitr amar janno khub
chinta hochillo. Ami khanik bheve bollam, “kal sakal bela tui ekhan theke
beriye amader bari jaa. Amar maa toke bolbe je ami amar bandhabir barite
giyechee. Takhon tui amar maa ke bolbee je ami Khuku niye aschee. Tar por tui
amader car niye ese amake bari niye jaa.”

Amit amar kotha sune haan hoye gelo aar bollo, “tui ekta jantor hochiis. Ami
kintu eto sundar plan banate partam na. Dekhchi je tui sattee sattee amar songe
thake chas. Theek na?” Ami jor golaye bollam, “haan, aar ami tor kach theke
choda kheteo chayee.” Amit amar katha sune chup kore gelo aar khanik por bollo,
“God. Tui sattee sattee ekta chodane magi hochhis. Theek na?” Ami matha nere
haan bollam. Amit abar jigesh korlo, “tor guud chodano te kono bishesh style ba
asone guud maratae bhaole lage?” Ami Amitr prashna sune abak hoye gelam aar
matha nere uttar dilam na, kono beshsh style amar matha te neyee. Ami ulte Amit
ke prashno kotlam, “tor kono bishesh style mathate ache amar guud marbar
janno?” Amit bollo, “sattee bolte ki, amar mathate anek kichu ache kintu
bhabhchee je bolbo ki na. Amar mone hoye hoeto tui amar katha sune budke jabi
aar amar songe subi na. Aar ta hole ami khoob duukho pabo. Thak se sab katha.
Theek kina?”

Ami Amitr dike takiye bollam, “Amit ami tor. Tui amake niye tor ja kushi
korte parish. Amonki tui amar gala tao kete dish ami setakeo tor bhalobasha
bole nebo. Amit tor mone ja ja ache amar songe korara tui kore ne. Amar janno
kichu bhabhish na. Ami tor hochhee aar toree thakbo. Tachara ajker rata amader
free sexer sesh rat. Kal theke amra bari chole jabo aar bhabho je amra kee kee
kore chilam. Aar bari jabar por tui jakhon amake ekla pabi takhon amake tene
kono konaye ba bathroome niye giye amake chumu khabee, ba amar mayee yipe dibe
ba kaporer opor theke amar guud khabla bee.” Amit amar kotha sune khanik khan
chup kore rayilo tar por bollo, “haan tor sab katha gulo satee sattee.” Amit
amake chumu khelo khanikkohon dhore aar bollo, “ami aajker sara rat dhore
toke chudbo. Toke ektu ghumote debona, kee razi to?” Amadaer eto katha howar
por ami bujhte parlam je amar guud theke ras boruno shuru hoye geche. Ami
bhabhlam je ami bathroome giye ekbar hishi kore guudta bhalo kore dhue asi. Ami
jakhon uthte gelam, Amit amake dhore nilo aar bollo, “na, naa, ekon bathroome
giye hishi korte parbee na. Ami chayee je tor khoob jore hishi pak aar tor
guudta phule phule uthuk. Aar takhon amar barata tor guude dhukle tor guud amar
barata chepe chepe dhorbe.” Amit tar por uthe giye ek mug jal anlo aar amake jol
khete bollo. Amar testao peyechilo aar tai ami besh khanikta jol kheye nilam.
Amit amake aro jol khete bollo aara ami aro jo; kheye nilam.

Baire balcony te bose thandar janno amar ebar jore hishi peye gelo. Jakhon ami
aar thakte parlam na takhon ami Amit ke bollam, “Darling, amar khoob jore
hishi peyeche. Amake jete de.” Amit amar deke na takiye bollo, “na, ami
toke ekhon bathroome jete debona.” Amit amake chair theke uthiye bedroome
niye gelo aar ghorer sab jalna aar dorza baodo kore dilo. Tarpor amar bag theke
duto saree bar kore bichanate emon bhave patlo je bichanar du dike saree khaink
ta kore kotke raoyilo. Ami Amitr sab karbar dekhe abol houe gachilam aar sara
ratrer kotha bhavte bhavte garam hochchillam. Jakhon Amitr sab kichu guchono
hoye gelo takhon Amit amake bollo, “Khuku. Ayey, tokay chumu khetey khetey
puro puri nangto koray dee.” Aei bole Amit amar sara mukhe, pithe chumu khete
laglo. Chumu khete khete Amit amar pacha tipte laglo. Amio Amit ke chumu khete
laglam aar tar pacha tipte laglam. Amit khanik pore amar mukhta khule amar
mukhe nijer jeev dhukiye dilo aar amar jeev ta chuste laglo. Amit dhire dhire
amar kandhe chumu khete khete aro nicher dike nablo. Kintu amar T-shirt ta oke
badha dilo. Amit aste kore bollo, “T-shirt ta khue phele de” aar aste kore
amar T-shirt ta khule phele dilo. T-shirt ta khule diye Amit amar komor joriye
dhorlo aar amar mayeer botate chumu khete laglo. Amar sara ga theke agum berote
laglo aar bhavchilam je amake taratari bichanate phele khoob kore chude dik.

Ami Amitr kach theke khabar janno pagol hoye jachillam tobe bujhchilam je Amit
amake tar khushi motom chudbe. Amit amake aste kore bichanar kache niye gelo
aar amake bichanate bosiye dilo aar bollo, “tor duto maayee chushbo and
chaatbo.” Ami bujhte parchilam je Amito amake chudbar janno garam hoye geche
aar tar barata amar guude dhokbar janno khara hoye geche. Ami amar hath ta aste
kore niche kore lungeer opor theke Amitr barata dhorlam aar tar opor hath bolate
laglam. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “tor amar bara ta chaiyee, na?” Ami bollam,
“haan aar eii muhurte.” Amit bollo, “Hmmmmm” aar amake chumu khete laglo aar
amar mayee duto gayer jore tipte laglo. Ami Amit barata lungeer bhetor theke bar
kore nilam aar nicher dike jhunke barar munfee te chumu khelam. Amit amake
jigesh korlo, “ki ray. Aamar baar chushbee na kee?” Ami kono uttar na diye
ami Amitr lungee ta khule phele dilam. Amit ekhon amar samne puro puree nengto
hoye gelo. Ami amar hat diye Amitr duto bichee dhore Amitr barata mukhe dhukiye
chuste laglam. Amitr bara theke ras charchilo aar tar mon matan gandho te ami
pagol hoye jachillam. Ami Amitr bara theke beruno ras ta ke jeev diye chete
puro barata mukhe dhikiye chuste laglam. Amit sukhe hissiye uthlo. Ekbar jakho
ami Amitr barata amar mukh theke barkorlam aar Amit ke bollam, “amar ekta
mayee tep aar annota jore jore chos.” Amit amar katha sune amar mayee tipte
aar chuste laglo aar ami abar barata amar mukhe dhukiye chuste aar chatete
shuru korlam. Amar barata chosate Amit pagol hoye jachillo aar amar mukhe thap
marte shuru korlo.

Ami Amit barar jal amar mukhe bhetor chachilam na. Ami chayechilam je Amitr
barar jal amar guude bhetor poruk aar ami Amit ke bollam, “tor semen amar
guudey dey.” Amit amake tene tule danr karalo aar bollo, “tor lungee ta
khulay dey.” Amit amar lungeer gantta khule dilo aar lungee ta amar paa beye
maitete pore gelo. Ebar Amitr samne puro ulongo hoye darichila. IAmit amake
nengto kore du pa pechone giye amar puro ulongo sharir ta khuntiye khuntiye
dekhte laglo boshesh kore amar near guudta ke. Amit amake duhathe tule
bichanate shoye dilo aar matite pora saree niye amar hath duto mathar opor kore
bendhe dilo. Hath bandhar por Amit amake bollo, “tor hath duto bendhey tor
mayee teepbo aar guudey chumu khabo.” Ami kintu choda khabar janno pagol hoye
jachillam. Dhire dhire Amit amar ekta mayee aste aste tipte laglo aar anno
mayee ta ke mukhe niye chuste laglo. Aste mayee tepa jore jore shuru korlo aar
anno hath ta niye guuder opor raklo. Angule diye Amit amar guuder cherata te
aste aste ragrate shuru korlo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “paa phank koray, amar
guudey aangul dhukiye dey.” Amit intu amar katha sunlona. Ami bichanate chatfat
korte laglam. Amit ebar uthe amar pyer majhkhane ese amr guude chumu khete
laglo. Amiter hath guno amar nayee chatkachilo. Khanik por Amit amake bollo,
“tor haath bandha aachchey. Aibaar tor paa jor koray phank korey, tor
guudtakay chatbo.” Amit amader chdochudir somay nijer katha rakhchilo. Ebar
Amit jhunke amar paa fank kore amar pachar niche hath dhukiye amar pacha ta
unchoo kore nijer mujher amar guudta kore nilo. Amar paa duto Amiter du kandher
du dike jhule royilo. Pacha ta tolate amar komor benke gelo aar ami Amit ke
bollam, “aaah Keee hochchey taa kee?” Amit kichhu bollo na. Amit tar jeev
diye amar guudtake chata shuru kore dilo. Aamr hath duto opore bandha chilo
amar pacha duto bichanatheke tola chilo aar paa phank kore Amit amar guud
chatchilo. Amit jeev diye amar konta ta keo chata shuru korlo. Ami sukher chote
pagol hoye jachillam aar amar guud theke sukher dheu uthe amar mataha te bari
marchilo. “Aaaaaeeeee. Oooooh. R,,,,,o,,,,,o,,,,,k, th,,,,,a,,,,,a,,,,m. Oooooh
Maaa.” Du minute poreyee amar guuder jal beriye porlo. Amit kintu amake charlo
na, se jeev diye guuder kontake chata jari rakhlo. Ami bollam, “please
st-o-o-o-op. Please.” Amar sara gaye guuder jal khasar sukh bhore gelo. Ami
bichanate chatfat korchilam aar bolchilam, “amakey chod. Please amakey chude
dey.” Amit amake bichanate shoeye diye amar mukhe chumu khete laglo. Chumu
khete khete Amit amar hath duto khule dilo aar seyee saree diye amar duto hantu
bendhe dilo. Ami jigesh korlam, “kee hochchey taa kee?” Ami amake bollo, “tor
duto paa phank korey opore kore bendhchee tar par toke bhalo kore tariye tariye
chudbo.”

Amit ebar duto payer majhkhane jhunke bollo, “nay ayee bara ta kay dhoray
neejakay chudiye nay.” Ami hath niche kore Amiter barata dan hath diye dhorey
naam hath diye amar guuder phuto ta khule barata amar guuder mukhe lagiye
dilam. Amit amar komorer dudike hath rekhe nijer komor nabiye barata amar khola
guude bhetor char char kore dhukiye dilo. Ami nich thke Amit ke bollam, “dey,
dey tor barata amar guude bhore dey. Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh Maaaaa. Amar
guudta bhore gelo” Amit eibar amake jor jor thap mere mere chudte laglo aar
amio nich theke pond tule tule Amiter thap khete laglam. Amit kakhono lamba
lamaba thap marchilo, kakhono choto aar taratari thap marchilo, kakhono kakhono
komor ghuriye ghuriye gol gol thap marchilo abar kakhono kakhono thap marte
marte barata guuder bhetor puro puri dhukiye chepe dhochilo. Ami nich theke
ponda dite dite guude Amiter thap nichillam aar bolchillam, “aaah. Oooooh.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Nnnn. Chod shala, bon choda haramjada mar mar nijer boner guud
bhalo kore mar.” Amar pond tola aar nonra katha bolate Amit khub garom hoye
gelo aar amake jordar thap chudte thaklo. Amier barata ebar amar guude puro
puri dhukchilo aar bar hochillo aar amar guud theke pakat pakat pakat awaj bar
hochillo. Ami guud chodanor sukhe pagol hoye Amit ke duhate joriye dhorlam aar
bollam, “kee re kemon lagche nijer boner guude bara khelate?” Khoob bhalo
lagche na? Chod chod amar guud chude chude guudtake phatiye dey.” Khanik pore
amar tal pet aar guudta dhak dhak kore uthlo aar bujhte parlam je amar guuder
jal khosbe. Ami taiee jore jore pond tola dite dite bolte thaklam, “aahh
OOOhhhhh Hnnnnn UGGHH UUNHGG AARRRGG OOHhh UUNNUUHRGG OOHHHH”. Amiter duto
holbichee amar ponde dhakka marchilo aar ta theke PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH,
PHUUTH awaj bar hochillo. Amit dant mukhe khichiye amake chudchilo. Khanik khon
chodbar por Amit barata amar guude theshe bara jal diye amar guudta ke bhore
dilo. Amio guuder jal songe songe chere dilam. Pheda charbar por Amit amar
opore khanik khon chup kore pore royilo tarpor puch kore netano barata guude
theke tene bar kore amar paa duto khule dilo.

Paa kholar por ami paa duto neche nabiye soja korlam. Paa duto besh tan tan
korchilo. Ami uthe bose dekhlam je Amiter barata netano holeo dhak dhak korche
aar bujhlam je Amiter ekhuno choda puro hoye nee aar Amit amake aro chudbe.
Amio chaichilam je Amit amake aro chuduk. Ami hath bariye Amiter barata dhore
nilam aar tar mundee ta khule mundee te amar hath bulote laglam. Khoob taratari
Amiter barata abar khara hoye gelo aar se amake bollo, “Oth, uthe upur hoye
shoye por Tokay eibarey kukurer moton chudbo.” Amit amake bichanate char hathe
paye kore dilo aar barata amar khola guuder mukhe rakhlo. Tar por Amit amar
duto pacha dhore guuder bhetor barata dhukiye dilo aar amar pacha gulote
thappar marte marte pechon theke amake chudte laglo. Amar kukurer moton kore
guud chodate khoob bhalo lagchilo. Amit kakhono kakhono hath bariye amar duto
jhulonto mayee gulo tipchilo aar jor jor thap mere mere amake chudchilo. Khanik
pore amar guud aabar theke jol khasalo aar guuder bhetor barata chepe dhorlo.
Amar duee thigh te batha korchilo aar tai mi bichanate mukhe rekhe shoye
porlam. Amit kintu kukurer motom choda chudite ekhono bara jal chare nee.
Khanik por Amit amake matite danr korabar chesta korlo kintu ami danrate parlam
na. Eto bar guuder jal khasate amar khoob kamjor lagchilo. Amar sara gaa ghame
bhije giyechilo aar amar paa duto kamp chillo.

Amit amake kono rakome tule table bosiye dilo aar amar hath duto pechone kore
dilo jate ami pechon dike na pore jayee. Amit eibar amar duto paa nijer kandhe
opor tule barata amar guude bhetor ek jhata mere dhukiye dilo. Bara dhokanor
por Amit amake jor jor thap mere chudte thaklo aar tar mukh diye “AARGHH,
UUUHHGGH, AARRGGHH, UNNGGRRHH” awaj berochillo. Ami table shoya absthaye Amiter
barata amar guude bhetor obdi dhuke amar uteruse dhakka marchilo. Praye 30-40 ta
thap marar por Amit barata guud theke bar kore amake tule mate te bosalo aar
nije shoye pore amake tene nijer barar opor bosiye dilo. Amit opor bara gantha
hoye bose ami komor tule tule Amit ke chute shuru korlam aar Amit niche shoye
shoye amar duto mayee duhathe niye kachlate laglo. Ami thap mere Amit ke chudte
chidte bujhte paorlam je Amuter bara ta amar guuder bhetore aste lafache mane
eibar Amit nijer pheda diye amar guudta ke dhobe. Amar mukh theke khali,
“UURRNGH AARRGGHN RAJAAAA OOOUUIIII MAAAA” berochillo aar Amit khali bolchilo,
“Khuku. Darling Khuku. Chod amake chod. Guud diye amar barata ke chod.”
Khanik por Amit pheda chere dilo. Ami Amiter opor pore gelam aar take joriye
niye amar guuder jal chere dilam.

Praye ek ghanta ghumobar por amar chok khule gelo. Ami gharir dike dekhlam je
sakal 4.00 bejeche. Ami abar ghumiye porlam. Jakhon sakal bela chokh khullo to
dekhlam je 9.00 bejeche. Amar sara gaye aar bishesh kore amar paa duto te
bhison batha korchilo. Hath diye dekhlam je amar guudta besh phule ache aar tan
tan korche. Amra shoye shoye praye 11.00 obdi katha bolte laglam. Amit amake
bollo je Pujor chuti te Kharagpure jete aar tar songe hostele thakte. Amit uthe
porlo aar amio uthe porlam. Amit amake bollo je jatokhan se na jaye ami jeno
nengto hoye thakee. Amit taratari toyeree hoye gelo aar amar kapale, mukhe,
chokhe, galaye, mayee te, guude chumu kheye amake bollo, “ami ekhon tor bari
jachhee aar tar tui chole aye. Aaj rate toke ami chade niye giye chudbo. Tui
toyeree thakis. Bujhlee?” Ami matha nere haan bollam aar Amit ke chumu kheye
bollam, “tui ekta chodon baj chele. Tor barata ke kakhono bishram nebe na?”
Amit amar mayee tipe guud khable chole gelo aar amio bathroome dhuklam.
Bathroome dhokar age ami khanikta jal garam kore nilam jate guudta ke senk dewa
jaye. Karon aaj rate Amint amake abar chudbe, Ki jani guuder ki obostha hobe?

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