Raat sare agarota baje ghorite. Aka aka hantchi shanto rasta tar ak dhar die. Tokhon hotat akta odvut onubhuti holo. Ak hate cycle, kandhe bag, shanto maon, klanto choron thik jano taal e taal milie ak e chonde foothpath tar upor die agie jae. Tokhon hoitoh kono akta du chaka ba char ba dosh chaka amake overtake kore byastotar map follow kore egie jae aar oi enginer gorjon aamake jan chillate cihllate upodesh die jae, bole "PECHIE PORA K ATO BHALOBESO NA, E JOGOT PECHON PHIRE TOMAR DIKE CHAIBENA" kintu amio boli take saradin jokhon ami tar dike chailam se kano amar dike chaibena? e toh bisas ghatokota kintu aamuiaar palta uttor pai nakaron se tokhon amake charie chole gache onek dure. tar sobdow milie gache. tar pechone phele jaowa Petrol er tibro gondho tio akhonb mlan hoe gieche. Kintu tar o amar torker modhe k j thik r k vulta bujhte parlam na. jedin bujhte parbo sedin e jeeboner asol mane ta khuje pabo.....
Pritam Samanta.
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