Golpo toh tokhoni suru hoye jay jokhon ekta praner sanchar ghote,kintu golpo gulo rongeen hoy jokhon premer poros prane lage.

Sona,naam ta khub chotoi kintu ai naam ta uchcharon korle boro tripti hoy Mithai er.Sona r Mithai er bondhutto suru hoy ai notun golpo suru hoyar 4 bochor purbe.School er gondi sobe matro ses holo tader.R suru holo sob bondhu der chara chari…nijer nijer pochonder university…nijer nijer pochondo kora bishoy…nijer bondhu der moddhe durotto toiri korle laglo.

Shraboner meghla din ta dhire dhire phuriye jete laglo,moner vitor tolpar cholche Sona er.Ki korbe se! Jabe! Na jabe na! Ambar ke phone kore jete bollo nijer sathe kintu bari theke beronor somoy phone a paowa gelo na Ambar ke.

Kal anek dure chole jabe Mithai,chena ai shohor chariye.Na dekha korle je Mithai er mon khup kharap hoye jabe…ai vebe r deri na kore,Ambar er opekkha na kore cycle niye beriye porlo Sona.Sona ke toh aj tar khub priyo bondhu ke biday janate hobe,take janate hobe se take koto khani mone korbe.Vabna gulo sajate sajate pouche gelo Mithai der bari.

Gate er samnei dariye chilo Mithai,Sona ke dekhe reetimoto chomke uthe taratari take barite niye gelo. Sona jokhon oder barir choukathe paa diyeche  hothat ak jhoro haowa boye gelo,jeno kono  ingit dichche prokiti. Sona er monta huhu kore uthlo.

Sirwi beye opore uthte giye ak onno rokom anondo anuvob korlo Sona. Koto diner bondhu Mithai,koto diner ichcha chilo or ghawr dekhbe. Aj jokhon onek khani dure chole jabe take chere tokhon somoy elo sei ichcha puroner.

Mithai r Sona giye boslo Mithai er ghawre.Kichuta lojja,kichuta dukkho r onekta hahakar-Sona ke stobdho kore dichchilo.Mithai nirobota venge bole uthlo,”Nokh ketechi,tui asbi bole.” Sona aibar hese uthlo.Mithai er jonno banano card ta take ditei khub agroho sohokare pore se bollo,”K opekkha korbe amar jonne?Tui?” Sona aktu lojja peye gelo kintu rag dekhiye bollo,”Ami keno korte jabo! je korar korbe.”

Mithai er maa tokhon ghawre ese bollen,”Sona esechis!” Sona er gale kata daag er dike takiye bollen,”Kal pore gechili,Mithai anondo kore bolchilo thik hoeche pore geche.” Sona kot-mot kore takalo Mithai er dike.Maa chole jetei dorja ta vegiye diye elo Mithai.Akta diary egiye dilo Sona er dike.Haate niye koyek ta pata porei anondo kore hese bollo,”kar kotha likhechis?Amar?” Mithai janalo je ekahne lekha meye ta Sona noy,tar kete jaowa peremer premika er.Sona rege gelo sune kintu Mithai take otit er kichu lukate chaylo na,tai se bollo ghotona ta.

SHRABON-ER JHORO HAOWA

Guiter ta niye bose tung tang kore bajate laglo Mithai, tarpor bes kichu khon tader golpo chollo..kokhono chere jaowar bedona toh kokhono purono avimaan er hisab.Kotha bolte boltei udas hoye jalnar baire meghla akasher dike cheye roilo Sona.Eibar akta chotto putul Sona ke diye bollo,”Geeta te je vabe haat diye court a kotha bole omon kore etar upor haat ta rakh” Sona hesei uriye dilo,”Keno! khepa naki tui!”

Mithai dhomok deoyar sure bollo,”Rakh na!” Haat rakhte na rakhtei haat ta sokto kote thik musthi juddho korar vongeete dhore nilo Mithai.Sona er chokhe chokh rekhe bollo,”I love you.Do you love me?” Sona haat ta chariye neoyar chesta korlo,parlo na.Ak rash annodo r vabe abege dishehara hoye sesh mesh bollo Sona,”Hmm,I love you.”

Vora shrabon..meghla godhuli bela…jhoro batas…somporker notun matra…du joner chokhe odhel swapno,asha r valobasa…A ek notun golpo suru holo Sona r Mithai er.

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