May all Labonno be happy

May all Labonno be happy

 

All friends are busy on their own. Almost everyone is employee somewhere in any office, so it is difficult to get together. Even on Friday, everyone has different household chores. But today we, some old folks, suddenly met. We started gossiping and chatting at the tea shop next to the Pallabi bus stand. Two friends have brought their wives. One of my friends is carrying his second son on his lap. I am the only one unmarried.

 
The subject of discussion is constantly being changed. From better school for kids to office promotion - everything. One friend’s wife wanted to see some clothes, so we all went up to the second floor of Pallabi Shopping Center.

 
Suddenly a slim beautiful girl wearing saree stopped and came to me and asked, "Aren't you Rahul?"

 
I said yes.

 
"Do you recognize me? I'm Labonno."

 
Looking at her for a few seconds, I recognized her. She lived in a house in Pallabi extension earlier. In school life, I regularly saw her on the rooftop and veranda of their house. I also knew that we were in the same class, but in a different school. I'm from Pallabi M I Model High School, and she's probably in M.D.C. Model Institute or Hermann Gmeiner. But we never talked.

 
"How are you, Labonno?"

 
- Ya, fine.

 
"You're now more beautiful than ever." I thought to myself that the girl is really beautiful. Her skin is glowing.

 
Labonno broke into laughter and said, "Thanks! What are you doing now? Isn't there a Mango tree in front of your house? It had lots of mangoes." Hey, when the girl smiles, the flesh under the gums can be seen lightly - which is full pink. She looks even more beautiful for this. I haven't noticed before.

 
I said, "No, we don’t have that Mango tree anymore. And I think I am talking with you for the first time in my life. How do you know about the mango tree?"

 
- I know everything. I live in Sweden now. With family. I came to Dhaka after about 20 years.

 
"Where's your husband? Introduce me."

 
- No. I was shopping alone. For something. Tell me your story.

 
"Everything is going fine. I was hanging with friends," I told her, and then I introduced her with my friends standing around. All of them were standing there silently and listening. My friends gave us the opportunity to talk, smiled a little and walked to the front.

 
We talked for about five minutes. When she heard that I'm not married yet, asked "Why?"

 
I said, "There is no reason."

 
We went downstairs to the fast food store. Two of us enjoyed ice cream together, said goodbye to her, and I stepped into the second floor of the market looking for friends. Just at that time, when I heard the sound of running on the feet wearing heels, I turned around and saw that Labonno was rushing up with the speed of the storm. Before realizing anything, she hugged me passionately and started crying. I became shocked by the suddenness of the incident. Thoughtfully, I gently touched the hair of her head and waved. None of my friends were at the scene. The salesmen and customers of the shop, especially the lady customer - I saw everyone smiling. After a full three to four minutes of weeping, Labonno finally calmed down. She started to talk before I could ask anything.

 
- Rahul, I want to tell you something.

 
"Say it"

 
- I loved you too much.

 
"O"
 
- But I never dared to say. You were more handsome then. Whenever you crossed our house, I stared at you through the window or veranda.

 
"Then why didn't you say then?"

 
- I never had the courage. Whenever I saw you on the street, my whole body was drenched in sweat. I could not dare to say normal things. And it was impossible to propose. And you never seemed to look at me either. You walked without looking at me, I doubted if you knew my existence. Shortly after I completed my school education in 2000, my father forced me to get married. My husband is about 22 years older than me. I didn't get a chance to tell you anything.


I became stunned. I remembered clearly that many of my friends at that time were saying over and over again that this girl was staring at me all the time. I was thinking then, if the girls don't follow at Rahul, who will they follow? This time I muttered to Labonno with great difficulty, "Sorry", then I stopped for a moment and asked, "Then you did not tell anything, then why are you saying this now!"

 
Labonno said, "I came back after about 20 years. I have come back because my mother died. I will go back in a couple of weeks. Even when my father died a few years ago, I did not come to see him for the last time because I was angry over him. I have a husband and two daughters in Sweden. Maybe I will never see you again. I thought, at least I should admit the truth today. Finally I have dared to say it. My mind is calm now. I realized all of a sudden after meeting you that the love was actually stored deep in my heart.

 
Both of us were silent for about a minute. Then I said, "It's really painful." I said for the second time, "Sorry," and then I said, "Let's get on the rickshaw."

 
- No, I have brought the car. Older brother's car.

 
"Whatever it is. Let’s go."

 
- Do you have Facebook? I only know your nickname. I could not find you on Facebook as I don’t know your full name. I don't even have a photo of you.

 
"Yes, I have a Facebook profile, but we should not keep in touch. Pain will be increased. However it was, you have been married for so many years. You told me that you have two daughters. If you keep thinking about me, your family will be ruined. Many lives will be ruined. Today is the last day we meet"

 
Labonno replied after a few seconds of silence, "You're right!"

 
"But don't make this mistake with your daughters. Although Swedish culture is different. But if they are grown up in our culture, get their opinion first."

 
- Rahul, stay well! I will not forget you.

 
I kissed Labonno softly on the forehead and said, "You stay well too. Allah Hafez ....... And, you have to forget me. Goodbye!"

 
As soon as the car left, I thought Labonno is the fifth girl in my life, admitted after getting married that I was her heart throb. What a misfortune for me! Are all South Asian girls like Labonno? Who can't express their emotion freely! At the end, the parents get them married to someone else in favor of them. They spend their whole lives in mental anguish. They live with one person in the family, someone else lives inside the heart.

 
Now I see that my friends are eating Chap-Porota a little farther away. They did not notice any of this. I started walking towards friends.


 

 

 

āϏāĻŦ āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝāϰা āĻ­াāϞো āĻĨাāĻ•ুāĻ•

 

āϏāĻŦ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāχ āϝে āϝাāϰ āĻŽāϤ āĻŦ্āϝāϏ্āϤ। āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ āϏāĻŦাāχ āϚাāĻ•ুāϰী āĻ•āϰে, āĻāĻ•āϤ্āϰিāϤ āĻšāĻ“ā§Ÿা⧟ āĻŽুāĻļāĻ•িāϞ। āĻļুāĻ•্āϰāĻŦাāϰেāĻ“ āϏāĻŦাāϰ āĻŦিāĻ­িāύ্āύ āϏাংāϏাāϰিāĻ• āĻ•াāϜ āĻĨাāĻ•ে। āϤāĻŦে āφāϜāĻ•ে āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āĻ•āϰেāχ āĻŦেāĻļ āĻ•ā§ŸেāĻ•āϜāύ āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻ•āϰāϞাāĻŽ। āĻĒāϞ্āϞāĻŦী āĻŦাāϏāϏ্āϟ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻĒাāĻļেāϰ āϚা⧟েāϰ āĻĻোāĻ•াāύে āϤুāĻŽুāϞ āφāĻĄ্āĻĄা āϚāϞāϞ। āĻĻুāχ āĻĢ্āϰেāύ্āĻĄ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦāω āύি⧟ে āφāϏāĻ›ে। āĻāĻ• āĻĢ্āϰেāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āĻ•োāϞে āϤাāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤী⧟ āĻ›েāϞে। āĻāĻ•āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āφāĻŽিāχ āĻ…āĻŦিāĻŦাāĻšিāϤ।


āφāϞোāϚāύাāϰ āĻŦিāώ⧟ āĻ•্āϰāĻŽাāĻ—āϤ āϚেāĻž্āϜ āĻšāϚ্āĻ›ে। āĻ•োāύ āϏ্āĻ•ুāϞ āĻŦাāϚ্āϚাāĻĻেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ­াāϞ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻ…āĻĢিāϏেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŽোāĻļāύ - āϏāĻŦ। āĻāĻ• āĻ­াāĻŦী āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻ•াāĻĒ⧜ āĻĻেāĻ–āĻŦে, āϏেāϜāύ্āϝ āϏāĻŦাāχ āĻĒāϞ্āϞāĻŦী āĻļāĻĒিং āϏেāύ্āϟাāϰেāϰ āĻĻোāϤāϞা⧟ āωāĻ āϞাāĻŽ।


āφāϚāĻŽāĻ•া āĻļা⧜ি āĻĒāϰা āϏ্āϞিāĻŽ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻŽে⧟ে āĻĨেāĻŽে āϝে⧟ে āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻāϏে āϜিāϜ্āĻžাāϏা āĻ•āϰāϞ, "āϤুāĻŽি āϰাāĻšুāϞ āύা?"


āφāĻŽি āĻš্āϝাঁ āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ।


"āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āϚিāύāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻ›? āφāĻŽি āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ"।


āφāĻŽি āĻ•ā§ŸেāĻ• āϏেāĻ•েāύ্āĻĄ āϤাāĻ•ি⧟ে āĻĨেāĻ•ে āϚিāύāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϞাāĻŽ। āĻĒāϞ্āϞāĻŦী āĻāĻ•্āϏāϟেāύāĻļāύেāϰ āĻāĻ• āĻŦাāϏা⧟ āφāĻ—ে āĻ›িāϞ। āϏ্āĻ•ুāϞ āϞাāχāĻĢে āφāĻŽি āĻ“āĻ•ে āĻ“āĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāϏাāϰ āĻ›াāĻĻে āφāϰ āĻŦাāϰাāύ্āĻĻা⧟ āύি⧟āĻŽিāϤ āĻĻেāĻ–āϤাāĻŽ। āĻāϟাāĻ“ āϜাāύāϤাāĻŽ, āφāĻŽāϰা āĻāĻ•āχ āĻ•্āϞাāϏেāϰ, āϤāĻŦে āĻ­িāύ্āύ āϏ্āĻ•ুāϞেāϰ। āφāĻŽি āĻĒāϞ্āϞāĻŦী āĻāĻŽ āφāχ āĻŽāĻĄেāϞ āĻšাāχ āϏ্āĻ•ুāϞেāϰ, āφāϰ āϏে āϏāĻŽ্āĻ­āĻŦāϤ āĻāĻŽ.āĻĄি.āϏি. āĻŽāĻĄেāϞ āχāύ্āϏāϟিāωāϟ āĻŦা āĻšাāϰāĻŽাāύ āĻŽেāχāύাāϰেāϰ। āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽাāĻে āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻšā§Ÿāύি।


"āĻ•েāĻŽāύ āφāĻ›, āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ?"


- āĻš্āϝাঁ, āĻ­াāϞ।


"āϤুāĻŽি āφāĻ—েāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āφāϰāĻ“ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āĻšāχāĻ›।" āĻŽāύে āĻŽāύে āϚিāύ্āϤা āĻ•āϰāϞাāĻŽ āĻŽে⧟েāϟা āφāϏāϞেāχ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ। āϏ্āĻ•িāύ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻ•েāĻŽāύ āφāĻ­া āĻŦেāϰ āĻšāϚ্āĻ›ে।


āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āĻŦাāϧāĻ­াāĻ™্āĻ—া āĻšাāϏি āĻĻি⧟ে āĻŦāϞāϞ, "āĻĨ্āϝাংāĻ•āϏ! āĻāĻ–āύ āĻ•ি āĻ•āϰ? āϤোāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāϏাāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻāĻ•āϟা āφāĻŽāĻ—াāĻ› āφāĻ›ে āύা? āĻĒ্āϰāϚুāϰ āφāĻŽ āϧāϰāϤ।" āφāϰি, āĻŽে⧟েāϟা āĻšাāϏāϞে āĻšাāϞ্āĻ•াāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻŽা⧜িāϰ āύিāϚেāϰ āĻŽাংāϏ āĻĻেāĻ–া āϝা⧟ - āϝেāϟা āĻĒুāϰো āĻ—োāϞাāĻĒি। āĻāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āφāϰāĻ“ āϚāĻŽā§ŽāĻ•াāϰ āϞাāĻ—āϤেāĻ›ে। āφāĻ—ে āĻ–ে⧟াāϞ āĻ•āϰি āύাāχ।


āφāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āύা āϏেāχ āφāĻŽāĻ—াāĻ› āφāϰ āύাāχ। āφāϰ āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāύে āĻšā§Ÿ āϏাāϰাāϜীāĻŦāύে āĻĒ্āϰāĻĨāĻŽāĻŦাāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻšāχāϞ। āϤুāĻŽি āφāĻŽāĻ—াāĻ›েāϰ āĻ–āĻŦāϰ āϰাāĻ–āϞা āĻ•েāĻŽāύে?"


- āφāĻŽি āϏāĻŦ āϜাāύি। āφāĻŽি āĻāĻ–āύ āϏুāχāĻĄেāύে āĻĨাāĻ•ি। āĻĢ্āϝাāĻŽিāϞি āύি⧟ে। āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ ⧍ā§Ļ āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĸাāĻ•া⧟ āφāϏāϞাāĻŽ।


"āĻšাāϜāĻŦেāύ্āĻĄ āĻ•োāĻĨা⧟? āĻĒāϰিāϚ⧟ āĻ•āϰি⧟ে āĻĻাāĻ“।"


- āύা। āφāĻŽি āĻāĻ•াāχ āĻŽাāϰ্āĻ•েāϟে āφāϏāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ। āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ•াāϜে। āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻ–āĻŦāϰ āĻŦāϞ।


"āĻ­াāϞāχ āϚāϞāĻ›ে। āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āφāĻĄ্āĻĄা āĻĻিāϚ্āĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ।", āĻāϟা āĻŦāϞে āφāĻļেāĻĒাāĻļে āĻĻাঁ⧜াāύ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻĒāϰিāϚ⧟ āĻ•āϰি⧟ে āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ। āĻ“āϰা āϏāĻŦ āϚুāĻĒāϚাāĻĒ āĻĻাঁ⧜ি⧟ে āĻ•āĻĨা āĻļুāύāĻ›িāϞ। āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϰা āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āφāϞাāĻĒেāϰ āϏুāϝোāĻ— āĻĻি⧟েāχ āĻāĻ•āϟু āĻšেāϏে āĻšেঁāϟে āϏাāĻŽāύেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻ—েāϞো।


āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ āĻĒাঁāϚ āĻŽিāύিāϟ āφāϞাāĻĒ āĻšāϞ। āφāĻŽি āĻāĻ–āύো āĻŦি⧟ে āĻ•āϰিāύি āĻļুāύে āϜিāϜ্āĻžাāϏা āĻ•āϰāϞ, "āĻ•েāύ?"


āφāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āĻāĻŽāύিāϤেāχ āĻ•āϰা āĻšā§Ÿāύি।"


āύিāϚে āĻĢাāϏ্āϟāĻĢুāĻĄেāϰ āĻĻোāĻ•াāύে āĻ—েāϞাāĻŽ। āĻĻুāϜāύে āĻŽিāϞে āφāχāϏāĻ•্āϰিāĻŽ āĻ–ে⧟ে āĻĻোāĻ•াāύেāϰ āĻ­েāϤāϰে āĻ“āĻ•ে āĻ—ুāĻĄāĻŦাāχ āĻŦāϞে āφāĻŦাāϰ āĻŽাāϰ্āĻ•েāϟেāϰ āĻĻোāϤāϞা⧟ āϝāĻ–āύ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āĻ–োāϜাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻĒা āϰাāĻ–āϞাāĻŽ। āĻāĻŽāύি āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻšিāϞ āĻĒāϰা āĻĒা⧟ে āĻĻৌ⧜েāϰ āφāĻ“ā§ŸাāϜ āĻļুāύে āϘুāϰে āϤাāĻ•াāϤেāχ āĻĻেāĻ–ি āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āĻā§œেāϰ āĻŦেāĻ—ে āωāĻ ে āφāϏāϤেāĻ›ে। āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦুāĻে āωāĻ াāϰ āφāĻ—েāχ āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āϜ⧜ি⧟ে āϧāϰি⧟ে āĻ…āĻোāϰ āϧাāϰা⧟ āĻ•াāύ্āύা। āφāĻŽি āϘāϟāύাāϰ āφāĻ•āϏ্āĻŽিāĻ•āϤা⧟ āĻšāϤāϚāĻ•িāϤ। āϚিāύ্āϤাāĻ­াāĻŦāύা āĻ•āϰে āφāϞāϤোāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻŽাāĻĨাāϰ āϚুāϞে āϏ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻļ āĻ•āϰে āĻšাāϤ āĻŦুāϞাāϞাāĻŽ। āφāĻļেāĻĒাāĻļে āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āĻ•াāϰো āϟিāĻ•িāϟি āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻĻেāĻ–া āϝাāϚ্āĻ›ে āύা। āĻĻোāĻ•াāύেāϰ āϏেāϞāϏāĻŽ্āϝাāύāϰা āφāϰ āĻ•াāϏ্āϟāĻŽাāϰāϰা, āĻŦিāĻļেāώ āĻ•āϰে āϞেāĻĄি āĻ•াāϏ্āϟāĻŽাāϰ - āϏāĻŦাāχ āĻĻেāĻ–āϞাāĻŽ āϏāĻŦাāχ āĻŽুāϚāĻ•ি āĻŽুāϚāĻ•ি āĻšাāϏāϤেāĻ›ে। āĻĒুāϰো āϤিāύ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āϚাāϰ āĻŽিāύিāϟ āĻ…āĻোāϰ āϧাāϰা⧟ āĻ•েঁāĻĻে āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āĻ…āĻŦāĻļেāώে āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻšāϞ। āφāĻŽি āĻŦিāώ⧟āϟা āĻ•ি āϜিāϜ্āĻžাāϏা āĻ•āϰাāϰ āφāĻ—েāχ āϏে āĻŽুāĻ– āĻ–ুāϞāϞ।


- āϰাāĻšুāϞ, āφāĻŽি āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦāϞāϤে āϚাāχ।


"āĻŦāϞ।"


- āφāĻŽি āφāϏāϞে āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĒ্āϰāϚāĻŖ্āĻĄ āĻ­াāϞāĻŦাāϏāϤাāĻŽ।


"āĻ“"


- āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ āĻŦāϞāϤে āϏাāĻšāϏ āĻĒাāχ āύাāχ। āϤুāĻŽি āφāĻ—েāϰ āφāϰāĻ“ āĻĒ্āϰāϚāĻŖ্āĻĄ āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰ āĻ›িāϞা। āϤুāĻŽি āϝāĻ–āύি āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāϏাāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻĻি⧟ে āϝেāϤা, āφāĻŽি āϜাāύাāϞা āĻ•িংāĻŦা āĻŦাāϰাāύ্āĻĻা āĻĻি⧟ে āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–āϤাāĻŽ।


"āϤাāĻšāϞে āϤāĻ–āύ āĻŦāϞāύি āĻ•েāύ?"


- āϏাāĻšāϏে āĻ•ুāϞা⧟ āύাāχ। āφāĻŽি āϝāĻ–āύি āϰাāϏ্āϤা⧟ āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–āϤাāĻŽ, āĻĒুāϰো āĻļāϰীāϰ āϭ⧟ে āϘাāĻŽে āĻ­িāϜে āϝেāϤ। āϏাāĻšāϏ āĻ•āϰে āύāϰ্āĻŽাāϞ āĻ•āĻĨাāχ āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰি āύাāχ। āφāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāĻĒোāϜ āĻ•āϰা āϤো āĻ…āϏāĻŽ্āĻ­āĻŦ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰ। āφāϰ āϤুāĻŽিāĻ“ āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–āĻ›িāϞা āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻšā§Ÿ āύি। āϤুāĻŽি āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āύা āϤাāĻ•ি⧟ে āĻāĻŽāύāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻšেঁāϟে āϝেāϤা, āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻ…āϏ্āϤিāϤ্āĻŦ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻ•ে āϤুāĻŽি āϜাāύāϤা āĻ•িāύা āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻš āĻ›িāϞ। ⧍ā§Ļā§Ļā§Ļ āϏাāϞে āĻāϏ.āĻāϏ.āϏি āĻĻে⧟াāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĒāϰāχ āφāĻŦ্āĻŦা āϜোāϰ āĻ•āϰে āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻŦি⧟ে āĻĻি⧟ে āĻĻে⧟। āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ ⧍⧍ āĻŦāĻ›āϰেāϰ āϏিāύি⧟āϰ। āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦāϞাāϰ āϏুāϝোāĻ—āχ āĻĒাāχ āύাāχ।


āφāĻŽি āĻĒুāϰাāχ āϏ্āϤāĻŽ্āĻ­িāϤ। āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏ্āĻĒāώ্āϟ āĻŽāύে āĻĒāϰāϞ, āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏেāχ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿেāϰ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āĻ…āύেāĻ•েāχ āĻŦāĻšুāĻŦাāϰ āĻŦāϞāĻ›ে āϝে āĻ“āχ āĻŽে⧟েāϟা āϏāĻŦ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĄ্āϝাāĻŦ āĻĄ্āϝাāĻŦ āĻ•āϰে āϤাāĻ•ি⧟ে āĻĻেāĻ–ে। āφāĻŽি āϤāĻ–āύ āϚিāύ্āϤা āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ, āϰাāĻšুāϞেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻŽে⧟েāϰা āϝāĻĻি āύা āϤাāĻ•া⧟, āϤāĻŦে āϤাāĻ•াāĻŦে āĻ•াāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে? āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝāĻ•ে āĻ…āύেāĻ• āĻ•āώ্āϟে āĻŽিāύ āĻŽিāύ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āϏāϰি", āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟু āĻĨেāĻŽে āϜিāϜ্āĻžাāϏা āĻ•āϰāϞাāĻŽ, "āϤāĻ–āύ āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦāϞ āύাāχ, āϤাāĻšāϞে āφāϜāĻ•ে āĻŦāϞāϞা āϝে!"


āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āĻŦāϞāϞ, "āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ ⧍ā§Ļ āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĢিāϰāϞাāĻŽ। āφāĻŽ্āĻŽা āĻŽাāϰা āϝাāĻ“ā§Ÿা⧟ āφāϏāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ। āϏāĻĒ্āϤাāĻš āĻĻু⧟েāĻ• āĻĒāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āϝাāĻŦ। āĻāĻŽāύāĻ•ি āφāĻŦ্āĻŦা āϝāĻ–āύ āĻ•ā§ŸেāĻ• āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āφāĻ—ে āĻŽাāϰা āĻ—েāϞো, āϤāĻ–āύ āϰাāĻ— āĻ•āϰে āϤাāĻ•ে āĻļেāώāĻŦাāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϤ āφāϰ āĻĻেāĻ–āϤেāĻ“ āφāϏি āύাāχ। āϏুāχāĻĄেāύে āφāĻŽাāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী āφāϰ āĻĻুāχ āĻŽে⧟ে āφāĻ›ে। āφāϰ āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ āĻšā§ŸāϤ āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻšāĻŦে āύা। āĻ­াāĻŦāϞাāĻŽ, āϏāϤ্āϝি āĻ•āĻĨাāϟা āφāϜāĻ•ে āĻ…āύ্āϤāϤ āϏ্āĻŦীāĻ•াāϰ āĻ•āϰি। āϏাāĻšāϏ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦāϞেāχ āĻĢেāϞāϞাāĻŽ। āĻŽāύāϟা āĻšাāϞ্āĻ•া āĻšāχāϞ। āφāϚāĻŽāĻ•া āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻšāĻ“ā§Ÿা⧟ āĻŦুāĻāϞাāĻŽ, āĻ­াāϞāĻŦাāϏাāϟা āĻŦুāĻ•েāϰ āĻ—āĻ­ীāϰে āφāϏāϞে āϜāĻŽা āĻ›িāϞāχ।"


āĻĒ্āϰা⧟ āĻāĻ• āĻŽিāύিāϟ āĻĻুāϜāύেāχ āϚুāĻĒāϚাāĻĒ। āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āφāĻŽি āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āφāϏāϞেāχ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻĒাāϰāϟা āĻ•āώ্āϟেāϰ"। āφāĻŽি āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤী⧟āĻŦাāϰেāϰ āĻŽāϤ āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āϏāϰি", āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āϚāϞ āϰিāĻ•āĻļা⧟ āωāĻ া⧟া āĻĻেāχ।"


- āύা, āĻ—া⧜ি āύি⧟া āφāϏāĻ›ি। āĻŽেāϜāĻ­াāĻ‡ā§Ÿেāϰ āĻ—া⧜ি।


"āϝেāϟাāχ āĻšোāĻ•। āωāĻ া⧟া āĻĻেāχ"


- āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻĢেāϏāĻŦুāĻ• āφāĻ›ে? āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻļুāϧু āĻĄাāĻ•āύাāĻŽ āϜাāύি। āĻĒুāϰো āύাāĻŽ āϜাāύি āύা āĻŦāϞে āĻĢেāϏāĻŦুāĻ•ে āĻ–ুঁāϜে āĻŦেāϰ āĻ•āϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰি āύাāχ। āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ›āĻŦি āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āύাāχ।


"āĻš্āϝাঁ, āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻĢেāϏāĻŦুāĻ• āĻĒ্āϰোāĻĢাāχāϞ āφāĻ›ে, āϤāĻŦে āφāϰ āϝোāĻ—াāϝোāĻ— āϰাāĻ–া āωāϚিāϤ āĻšāĻŦে āύা। āĻ•āώ্āϟ āĻŦা⧜āĻŦে। āϝেāĻ­াāĻŦেāχ āĻšোāĻ•, āĻŦি⧟ে āĻšā§ŸেāĻ›ে, āĻāϤ āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āĻšā§Ÿে āĻ—েāĻ›ে। āĻĻুāχ āĻŽে⧟ে āφāĻ›ে āĻŦāϞāϞা। āφāĻŽাāϰ āϚিāύ্āϤা āĻŽাāĻĨা⧟ āϰাāĻ–āϞে āϏংāϏাāϰ āύāώ্āϟ āĻšāĻŦে। āĻ…āύেāĻ•āĻ—ুāϞো āϜীāĻŦāύ āύāώ্āϟ āĻšāĻŦে। āφāϜāĻ•েāχ āĻļেāώ āĻĻেāĻ–া"


āĻ•ā§ŸেāĻ• āϏেāĻ•েāύ্āĻĄ āύীāϰāĻŦ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āωāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĻিāϞ, "āϤুāĻŽি āĻ িāĻ•āχ āĻŦāϞāĻ›!"


"āϤāĻŦে āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽে⧟েāĻĻেāϰ āĻ•্āώেāϤ্āϰে āĻāχ āĻ­ুāϞ āĻ•āχāϰ āύা। āĻ…āĻŦāĻļ্āϝ āϏুāχāĻĄেāύেāϰ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦেāĻļ āφāϞাāĻĻা। āϤāĻŦে āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏংāϏ্āĻ•ৃāϤিāϤে āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻšāϞে āφāĻ—ে āĻŽāϤাāĻŽāϤ āύিāĻ“।"


- āϰাāĻšুāϞ, āĻ­াāϞ āĻĨেāĻ•! āφāĻŽি āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻ­ুāϞāĻŦ āύা।


āφāĻŽি āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝāϰ āĻ•āĻĒাāϞে āĻšাāϞ্āĻ•াāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻāĻ•āϟা āϚুāĻŽু āĻĻি⧟ে āĻŦāϞāϞাāĻŽ, "āϤুāĻŽিāĻ“ āĻ­াāϞ āĻĨেāĻ•ো। āφāϞ্āϞাāĻš āĻšাāĻĢেāϜ ....... āφāϰ, āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻ­ুāϞāϤে āĻšāĻŦে। āĻŦিāĻĻা⧟!"


āĻ—া⧜িāϟা āϚāϞে āϝেāϤেāχ āϚিāύ্āϤা āĻ•āϰāϞাāĻŽ, āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ āφāĻŽাāϰ āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻĒāĻž্āϚāĻŽ āĻŽে⧟ে āϝে āĻ•িāύা āĻŦি⧟ে āĻšā§Ÿে āϝাāĻ“ā§Ÿাāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϏ্āĻŦীāĻ•াāϰ āĻ•āϰāϞ āϝে, āφāĻŽি āϤাāϰ āĻšাāϰ্āϟāĻĨ্āϰāĻŦ āĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ। āĻ•ি āĻĻুāϰ্āĻ­াāĻ—্āϝ āφāĻŽাāϰ! āĻĻāĻ•্āώিāĻŖ āĻāĻļি⧟াāϰ āĻŽে⧟েāϰা āĻ•ি āϏāĻŦাāχ āĻāĻ•েāĻ•āϜāύ āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ্āϝ? āĻŽāύেāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻŽুāĻ– āĻĢুāϟে āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰে āύা! āĻļেāώ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻŽা⧟েāϰ āĻĒāĻ›āύ্āĻĻে āĻŦি⧟ে āĻšā§Ÿে āϝা⧟ āĻ…āύ্āϝ āĻ•াāϰো āϏাāĻĨে। āϏাāϰাāϜীāĻŦāύ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻŽাāύāϏিāĻ• āĻ•āώ্āϟে āĻ•াāϟে। āϏংāϏাāϰ āĻ•āϰে āĻāĻ•āϜāύেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে, āĻŽāύেāϰ āĻ­িāϤāϰে āĻŦিāϚāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰে āĻ…āύ্āϝ āĻ•েāω।


āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻāϤāĻ•্āώāĻŖে āϚোāĻ–ে āĻĒāϰāϞ, āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϰা āĻāĻ•āϟু āĻĻূāϰে āϚাāĻĒ-āĻĒāϰāϟা āĻ–াāϚ্āĻ›ে। āϤাāϰা āĻāϏāĻŦ āĻ•িāĻ›ুāχ āĻ–ে⧟াāϞ āĻ•āϰেāύি। āφāĻŽি āĻŦāύ্āϧুāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻšাঁāϟা āϧāϰāϞাāĻŽ।