অস্পষ্ট অনুভূতির টান

“yue’er, ki holo?”

“asole, eta emon boro kono byapar-o na.” thont chepe fele fen xianyue nirmon swore bollo.

“chuanxue, jake map kora jay take map kore dei-i bhalo, ajker moto take jibar jonno map kore dao!”

“oho, yue’er, tumi kobe theke eto doyalue hoye gele?” kotha-ti shune qian chuanxue koutuholi hoye hese uthlo, ebong tar drishti abar feng ming-er upor porlo.

fen xianyue osostir sathe hese bollo: “jani na, hothat emon mone holo, tai bole fellam.”

ek somoy je purush-er preme tini moddho hoye chilen, jake niye sobsomoy palateo raji chilen, se aj abar tar samne darie ache, ebong eto oshohoay obosthay. jani na keno, tar moner moddhe ek oddbhut onubhutir srishti holo. tar nijer karonei se je shasti pak, ta dekhar moto manoshikta tar chilo na.

jodio aj-er dine tini janen je, tar upor tar onubhutigulo asole bhalobasa chilo na. kintu, otiter kotha mone porlei tar mon kemon jeno kore uthchilo...

“thik ache! yue’er jokhon bollei, tokhon ami tar chotto jibon-ti na hoy map korei dilam!” tar kotha shune qian chuanxue udar bhabe hese uthlo. “tobe, yue’er, tumi jake niye eto doya dekhale, se nishchoi-i khub sundor purush. keno na ami take kine-i tomake upohar diye dei? tomar barir oi dujon-ke jolate parleo ta ekta bhalo kaj hobe!”

“thak, o-sobar dorkar nei!” fen xianyue druto hate ishara korlo.

goto jonme, tini emon ek obosthay chilen jekhane tar palanor kono poth chilo na, tai je keu tar sathe bhalo byabohar koreche ba oi nork theke take niye jete cheyeche, tini blind-bhabe takei bhorosa korechilen.

kintu ekhon, sob kichu notun kore suru korar sujog peye tini dekhchen tar charpase eto sundor sob kichu royeche, tobe keno tini ekjon chotto cheler jonno nijer bhobishshot dhongsho korben?

oi boka manush-ti, tar bhai, ebong oi chotto bhatija-ti, jake tini khub ekta dekhenni...

kono ek somoy tini eto boka chilen je, eder sobol-ke chere jete cheyechilen?

“thik ache, tobe tai hok!” tar kotha shune qian chuanxue r jor korlo na, ebong tar hat dhore hatlo.

“onek deri hoye geche, cholo amra druto jai! tobe... ekhon ami tomake ekta boro sujog kore dilam, tumi amake ki bhabe dhonyobad janabe?”

“tumi ki chao ami kivabe dhonyobad janai?”

“eta... ekhon-o thik korini. pore jokhon mone porbe tokhon tomake janabo!”

“thik ache!”

...

kotha bolte bolte tara natyomon-er dike egiye gelo, r chhon-chhara oi lokgulo-ke onek pichone fele elo.

bippod kete jetei, chakro-ti nishshash fele banchlo, tar kopaler gham muche niye rakkhok-der ishara korlo lokder niye jete.

tobe...

pothe hatar somoy, fen xianyue-er mone hobe kichu ekta thik nei.

mone hochhilo jeno ek jora chokh nirontor takei dekhche, jeno du-ti prochondho aguner shikkha take onoboroto porachhe, ebong tar gaye ekta deep chhap fele jete chaichhe.

tini na cheyei pichone ferar chesta korlen, ebong tar drishti porlo ek jora nirmol jhornar moto chokher upor.

jhornar jol jeno taling-taling kore bajche, porishkar, kintu tar tolay chotto dheu khelchhe, jeno jante chaichhe—keno?

tini kothay janben keno?

hoyto, purono kono porichito manush-er proti oddbhut kono onubhutir karonei hobe!

fen xianyue mone mone bhablo.

asole, ei purush-er bishoye tar mon-o khub dondomoy.

tini janen, tini take pochondo koren, kintu ei pochondo koto gabhir ba koto tivro, ta tini mapte parchen na.

mone pore, sei to prothom-e tar kachhe eshechilo, tar proti bhalobasa dekhiechilo, tar chaoa onujayi nomro-bhudro hoye tar moner moddhe dhuke porechilo, ebong sheshe take tar buke jhap diye porar moto obosthay niye gechilo.

thik sei somoy-i, se take palanor prastab diyechilo.