Ochinpur

Ek je chhilo aajob desh. Desh to noy, jeno choturdik theke bichchhinno ekta dweep. Shari shari gaachhgaachhalite baaro maash shobuj hoye thaake shei desh ta. Aamer somoy aam, sheeter shomoy komla lebu tuptaap jhore pore pother paashei. Golaap aar krishnachurar rongbahari-te jedike takao shedikei jeno raamdhonur aalokchhota. Aar tarpor jokhon din ghoniye andhaar naame, jyotsna eshe gaa dhuyie day se desh take. Aar godhulibelaar shesh shurjo rokto shnidur hoye jwoljwol kore shobha pay taar maathar opore. Aar omni dekha jay kichhu kishore chhele boi haate kore cholechhe ekta barir modhye. Shoishober sheemarekha topke shodyo tokhon tara ek gochha kisholoy. Pray opaapbiddho-i bola jay.

Hothaat tara dekhe ek shonyashi goirik beshe rajaar moto eshe dnaralen taader samne. Aar taar khanik porei shondhyer bataashe dola diye , jhijhir daakke chhapiye, paasher pukurtaar kulukulu dhonir opor diye charidik mukhorito kore beje othe shaamgaan. Boshonter aalto haway ondhokaare gaachher mathagulo knaapte thaake taar chhonde shur-e.

Ei je nobin kishorer dol, era sobbai kintu nijeder moton kore ei dinguloke, ei somoyguloke muthi bhore pure rekhe day taader smritir gobhire. Tara emon ek upohaar peyechhe aaj jiboner kaachh theke jaa hoyto gutikoyek bhagyobaaner kopaalei jote. Taar naam bondhutto, Kolushotaheen bondhutto .Jah, ta abar hoy naki ? Ei prithibite hoy na, amader bharotborshe hoy na, kintu se deshtaate hoto. Maramari nei, irshaa nei , jhogra nei. Sobai ora jaane ei prithibite eka keu bnachte paare na. Sobaike niyei gore othe shomaaj. Shei aadi kaal theke jajabor jaati jokhon theke chaashbaash shikhe thitu hote shuru korlo, tobe thei gore uthlo eke onyer proti shohomormita, shoubhratrityobodh....gore uthlo shomaaj. Eker jonye aar ek, protyeke bnachbe porer torei. Aar ei bondhutter aabir gaaye mekhei eder shobujer obhijaan.

Jemon dhoro na, oi j shaada jama pora chheleta, naam dhore nilam Moloy. Besh, ei chheleta sedin porikkha dite boshei hothaat bheu bheu kore kanna jure dilo. Ki byapar ? Shikkhokera shobai obaak...Kire pore ashishni, tai bhoy lagchhe? Keu ba shudhay , shorir kharap? Moloyer kanna tao thame na...sheshe onek shudhiye jana gelo taar bondhu achhe na, Shishir ? Porikkhar proshno haate peyei Moloy dyakhe j proshno gulo eshechhe, taar besh kichhui Shishirer pora nei. Hya se jaane..ekshongei to porechhe tara...tahole ? Ami na hoy pere jaabo, tobu Shishirer ki hobe? Knadbo na , bolo?

Emoni chhilo se deshta. Oleek kolponaar desh. Swopner mayakajol pore dekha se desh. Roopkothaar kon ochinpurer , kon dikshunyopurer odhibaashider golpo eshob. Tai shonaate boshlam aaj khanik. Ei hanahani aar kaalimay bhora prithibite ektukro nishwash nebar khola hawa.

Smriti shototoi shukher. Ebong aami bhagyobaan. Tai to emon deshtaar hodish pete amay baastober berajaal dingiye porabaastob-er maatite paa rakhte hoy na. Kichhu smriti, Kichhuta bismritir dhulo ghaatlei ujjol hoye othe shei muhurto gulo. Ujjol hoye othe shei mukhgulo. Omolin haashi aajo lege achhe sei shorol thnoter goray. Haat bariye abaro deke nebe amay , aar ami omni ekchhute shob bhule shob chhapiye unki maarbo akaashe, ei duniyaar kaalo megh ekkebaare phnure diye. Amaar mon-e aajo bneche thakuk se deshta, jaar ekta kothao baniye bolte hoyni. Shobtuku shotyi. Narendrapur. Amar ebro-khebro rong-e enke phela shei kolponaar ochinpur.