Triple Century

Ghorite chhoto katata 10 tar ghor chhui chhui korchhe. Jor badha boro katata paye
paye 12 tar ghorer dike egiye jachchhe. Raat halka theke govirotar dike onekta poth
par hoye eshchhe. Ek mone TV dekhchhe Salma. E serial-ta ore khub pochonder.
Calling bellta bejei choleche. TV-te etotai moje achhe Salma je kichchu shunte
pachchhe na. Hotath calling belltar nupurer nikkon kane jatei ektu birokto holo Salma.
Ke elo ei rate. Uthte mon na chaileo uthlo o. Dorja khultei ek jhak prosner mukho
mukhi holo.
-- “Kire, shei kokhon theke calling bell bajiye cholechi. Kane shunte pash na tui ta toe
jantam na.” Salma-ke pray dhakka diye shoriye ghore dhuklo Ayesha.
-- “Tor ashar kotha kokhon ? Ami toe bhebechhilam tui boraborer moto ebaro amake
ghol khawali.”
-- “O-ke Bangkok-er plane-e uthiye ditei toe beshi deri hoye gelo. Plane-o late fly aaj.
Kon montri naki jachhe oi plane. Tar jonyo opekkha. Eta Dhaka shohor. Ei raateo
raster jam race tracker hurdlegulor-er cheye kom na. Tai kichuta deri hoye gelo. Ki
korchili tui.?”
-- “TV-te Zee tv-r serial dekhchhilam.”
-- “Hummm. Cultural degradation shompurno”
-- “Ki bolli.”
-- “Na kichhu bolinee.”
-- “Haat mukh dhue fresh hoye aay.Ami totokkkhon cha ready korchhi. Naki ekhonee
khabar khabi ? Ko’ diner jonyo gechhe tor bor ?
-- “Eto shokale keu khay naki Dhaka shohore. Tui cha ready kor. Shat diner palla. O
na asha porjonto tor ekhanei katabo e ko’ta din. Tor oshubidha hobe na toe ?”
-- “Tui shara jibon thakleo oshubidha nei. Ekta tonni toruni kajer bua pawa gelo.
Bahsar kaajo hobe bed-er kaajo hobe.’
-- “Ki bolli, ami kajer bua. Dara dekhachchhi moja.” Boro ekta ghushi pakiye tere elo
Ayesha. “Tor bor thakte ami bed-er kaj korbo keno. Dara fresh hoye ashi, tarpor toke
ek haat nebo aaj.”

Fresh hoye eshe sofay gaa eliye dilo Ayesha – Salmar school college university-r
shobcheye kacher bandhobi. Jemonee rup temonee medha. Ek kothay ononya. Ei
bochhor Salma toe oi bochhor Ayesha first. Sophisticated cultured family dujoneree.

Cha niye elo Salma. Cup-ta hate niye chumuk dite dite jigesh korlo Ayesha,
-- “Tor bor ta koi. Bashay firte khub raat hoy naki ?”
-- “Dekhge kothay kon adday boshe drink korche. Ghore jokhon firbe tokhon tole tole
pore, daratei pare na.”
-- “ Bolchhish kee ! Tor bor na desher nam kora Professor. Desh bideshe Dr.
Chaudhury-r khyati koto janish ?”
-- “Ar bolish na. Biyer agey thekei drink korto. Chharte parenee ekhono, borong
barchhe din din.”
-- “Control korte parish na ?”
-- “Nah parina.”
-- “Adjust korish ki bhabe ?”
-- “Adjust korte jabo kon dukkhe ? Table-e khabar dewa thake. Kheye ei sofatei shuye
pore.”
-- “ Ei sofay ! Keno ! Bed-e jay na keno, sharirik kono shomoshya ache ?
-- “Na na, she shomoshya nei, borong o dike he is terribly expert. Tobe o drink kore eta
bujhar por thekei bed-e jete dile toe ami. Kon meye ekta drunk-er shathe bed share
korbe ? Ta bol, tor bor Haydar-er khobor ki ?”
-- “Ei toe, aaj London kal Canbera porshu Berlin ebhabei kete jachchhe. Kachhe pai
khub kom. Hapiye uthechhi ami, ar parina. Amar basher shei party-te toke dekhe or
nojor ekhon tor dike mone hoy amar. Tui naki khub smart cooperative meye. High
dose diyechhili naki shedin ? Proti din tor kotha jante chay.”
-- “Tor borer moto bor pele dhonyo hoye jatam. Bidesh ghure berate partam mon
bhore.”

Calling bell beje uthtei Salma bollo, “Oi elo bodh hoy. Ami dekhchhi, tui bosh.”

Ghore dhuklo manushta. Ek bar char pashtay chokh buliye nilo. Ayeshake dekhe
mathata ektu jhukiye salam dilo. “ Bhalo achhen toe ?” Jobaber opekkha na korei dhir
paye egiye gelo shoja washroom-er dike. Ayesha lokkho korchhilo, Shotyee paa
kapchhe Dr. Chaudhury-r. Chokhe mukhe rajyer klantir chhap sposhto. Kintu drunk
toe mone hochchhe na.

-- “Sally, boshe achhish keno ? Kachhe jeye dhor loktake, pore jabe toe.”
-- “ Boyei geche amar ekta drunk-ke dhorte. Tor eto dorod lage toe tui jeye dhorna.”

Uthe daralo Ayesha. Acholta komore pechiye egiye gelo. Ek hate manushtake pichhon
theke beshthon kore nilo.
-- “Dhire Dr. Chaudhury, dhire paa felun.”
Thomke daralo manushta. – “Aapni ?”
-- “Kotha kom. Amar support nin, Dire dhire paa felun.”
-- “Ami classer note na je bandhobir ta share korben. Ami manush.” Mlan heshe bollen
Dr.Chaudhury.
-- “Bolchhi toe kotha kom, amake dhore paa felun.”
Nijei washroom-er dorja khule dilo Ayesha.
--“Jaan bhitore, shomoy niye shara shorire paani dhalben.” “Ai Salma, ekta fresh towel
de toe.”
-- “Ami parbo na. Nije hiye ne. Eto dorod ! Nije bhitore jeye gosol koriye de.”
-- “Apni boshun Dr. Chaudhury, ami towel niye ashchhi.”
Towel niye shoja washroomer bhitore chole elo Ayesha.
-- “Ki korchhen apni Ayesha. Pagol hoye gelen naki.?”
-- “Ami boraboree jedi meye. Challenge chhure dile accept kora amar rokte jhor tole.
Apnar bou amake challenge chhure diyechhe, or jobab deboii ami.”
-- “Tai bole bandhobir bor-er shathe washroom-e !
-- “Washroomer dorja haa kore khola thakbe. Ki korchhi ta Salma dekhte paabe
shobee. Bhoy nei apnar, ami apnake kheye felbona. Shower-er niche boshe porun, haat
tulun, shirt-ta khulte hobe shudhu.” Baddhyo chheler moto haat tule dilen
Dr.Chaudhury. Nipun haate shirt khule shower chhere dilo Ayesha.

Jhor khor kore pani porchhe, porche Dr. Chaudhury-r shara shorire, vhije jachchhe
choitro tap dogdho rukkho matir trishnarto shorir. Tap dogdho fatolgulo jeno dhire
dhire mishe jachche. Dhoroni jeno nijeke fire pachchhe.
Nijei alna theke night dress niye washroomer hanger-e rakhlo Ayesha.
-- “Ebar lokkhi chheler moto change kore ber hoye chul achre table-e boshun. Ja achhe
kheye shoja sofay shue porun. Ami Salma ke niye bedroome chole jachchhi.”

-- “Tui-o toe shower ta shere nile parti ei shathe.” Koutuk bhora konthe bollo Salma.
-- “Mondo hoto na. Love making-er agey shompurno undress hoye dujoneyi ek shathe
shower nile appetite bare, ta janish toe.’ Temni jobab Ayeshar.
-- “Ekta drunk loker shathe ek shathe undress hoye shower nile okhanei dhore felte
pare shetao mone rakhish.”
-- Wow ! Tobe to more appetizing. Shower-e ekbar ar bed-e abar tarpor abar shower
nite jeye. Wow ! Triple century.” Ayeshar hashi uchchhol jobab. “Thak, bedroom-e
chol, aaj tor shathei century korbo. Borabore moto sofa Dr. Chaudhury-r jonyoee
allotted roilo. Raate temon heavy khabar khai na ami. Freez theke thanda kichhu ekta
kheye nebo. Chole aay Sally.”

Part - 2

Bhorer alo foteni ekhono. Bed theke uthlo Ayesha. Shara raat ghumate pareni ektuo.
Moner upor diye ekta oshanto jhor boye jachchhe. Manushta drunk na, terribly tired.
Kothay pore pore kheye na kheye lekha pora kore ke jane. Cigar cholechhe ektar por
ekta. Ciger-er gondho shirt-e. Or nijer bor heavy alcoholic. Ayesha jane drunk
manusher protiti paa fela, protiti shobdo uchcharon. Antorjatik bhabe khyato Dr.
Chaudhury deshe ekdom nirob. Top intellectual mohol chhara keu jeno chenei na e
namer manushtake. London university-te porar shomoy dekhechhe onyanyo Professor-
ra e manushtake koto shomiho kore, koto bhalobashe. Female student-ra eke debota
maane, mone mone kamona kore.
Dr. Chaudhury London theke hotath chole ashar por ekdin toe seminar room-e
Dorothy bolei fello, “To us all Dr. Chaudhury appeared to be free from emotion. But he
is a wonderful romantic person, equally charming.”
Shob student-ra oke cheke dhorlo. –“How do you know.”
-- “I knew he will be leaving for Bangladesh soon. I am not that beautiful like the other
angelic girls who desired him with all their heart. Yet I asked him for a date. He looked
at me for five minutes. Then smiled and said, “Ok lady, you got it. I am leaving London
next week. So, we meet next Sunday at Dover beach. But I don’t guarantee you that I
won’t be naughty.”
-- “I want you naughty, as naughty as you want to be. I am still a virgin, I want to you
to open the lock.” Bolei jachchhe Dorothy, onekta anmone cheye ache akasher dike. “I
don’t know how could I be so straight, may be shameless. That Sunday at Dover beach
I found him a great lover, a wonderful friend, and a charming companion. We spent all
the night on the beach. We made love several times, each time I found him so caring, so
loving so much understanding. His every move took me to heaven. I wonder how a man
knows how to arouse a girl to the peak of passion. His every touch was electrifying,
every nerve of my body felt lightening sensation. I’ll cherish that wonderful memory
every moment of my life. The next day Dr. Chaudhury left London for Bangladesh. I
saw him at the Airport. He wiped my tears with soft hand and kissed me taking me in
close hug. Dr. Chaudhury whispered in my ears, Dorothy, I am not your Mr. Right. I
am much older. Find a good boy and be happy. Dear God will give you the best man on
this earth. But I knew in my heart Dear God took the best man away from my heart.”
Dorothy stopped. Tears in her eys, she took her bag and left the campus never to be
seen again.
Bhabchhe Ayesha. Deshe firei khoj ney Dr. Chaudhury-r. Khoj ney shob cheye prio
bandhobi Salmar. Jante pare Salmar biye hoyechhe Dr. Chaudhury-r shathe.
Paribarik shiddhante biye korlo Haydar-ke. Desher shera business magnet. Montri MP
shobai Haydar-er shokhyo kamona kore. Kintu o nije ? Heavy alcoholic Haydarke o
kokhonoi ekanto moner manush paayni. Bor hishabe or tulona nei. Kono obhab nei,
jemon khushi taka khoroch korleo badha nei. Obhab ektiee – mon. Haydar-er shomoy
kothay mon niye bhabbar. Raate kachhe paay hothat kono shomoy. Tao shei one way
brief journey. Who cares if the other is aroused, turned similarly passionate or
enjoying every moment. Je shomoytake mone hote parto jibonei beheshter shob anondo
shourov makha she shomoytakei nirjaton mone hoy.
-- “Ki bhabchhish eka eka balcony-te dariye dariye.” Ayeshar shombit fire elo Salmar
kothay. “Janish shara raat tor bor Haydar-ke niye ghumiyechhi. Hingsha hochchhe na
tor ?”
-- “Motei na.” Heshe fello Ayesha. “Tui Haydarke niye shara jibon ghumalo amar
hingsha hobe na. Tui-ee toe bolechhish or moto bor pele dhonyo hoye jash tui. Ta
nahoy ek raater jonyo pelyei geli, kii emon kkhoti amar.”
-- “Bolechhi-ee toe, ar shotyee blechhi. Oke pele dhonyo hoye jai. Thak, chol breakfast
kore nei.”
-- “Tor borke diyechhish ?”
-- “O toe onek agei ber hoye geche.”
-- “She kee ! Breakfast na korei ?”
-- “Kheye nebe kothao. O niye bhabi na. Tui aay, tv dekhte dekhte breakfast kore
nebo.”
-- “Bhalo bolechhish. Bor na kheye office jabe ar bou-ta arame boshay boshe tv dekhte
dekhte breakfast korbe. Chomotkar.”
-- “Ekta kotha bolbi Ayesha ?”
-- “Tor kachhe kichhu lukai na ami. Bol ki bolbi ?
-- “Tui etodin Londin thekeo ei bangalipona charte parli na ?”
-- “Oh, ei kotha. Eta amader culture bolte parish. Maa-ke dekhechhi babar khabar
niye boshe thakto. Baba raag korten. Maa majhe majhe jante chaiten, Office ki khele
aaj ? Baba heshe bolten, Khabo ki kore, ekta biscuit khete chaileo toe tumi chhochar
moto cheye thako. Maa obak hoye bolten, ami abar tomar office gelam kokhon. Baba
raager bhan kore bolten, Office jete hobe keno. Buker modhyei toe rajotto toiri kore
boshe achho. Kichhu khete chailei lal tok toke jiv-ta ber kore shamne eshe boshe poro.
Ek nomborer chhocha meye tumi. Ar khawa hoy na. Tomar oi lal jiv-e kichhu na tule
diye toe ar khete parina. Bhodrota bole ekta kotha ache naaa. Oi buro boyosheo maa
babar khunshuti dekhechhi amader shamnei. Maa majhe majhe bolten, Meyera boro
hoyechhe. Oder dekhiye shuniye tumi ja bolo ar koro ta thik na. Baba blten, dekhuk
shunuk. Orao oder borer shathe emon koruk emon free hoye kotha boluk etai chai.
Shikhuk ki kore duto manush ekta hoye jay.

-- “Hoyechhe hoyechhe, ar gaan gaaite hobe na. Ekhon table-e aay.” Bollo Salma.
-- “ Naa re Sally, kichhu khete mon chaichhe na. Baire jete hobe ektu. Firte deri hote
pare. Tui dupure kheye nish.”
-- “Koto deri hobe tor ?”
-- “Bikal bikal fire ashbo. Besh kichhu kaaj sharte hobe aajee. Haydar ke phone korbo,
taakeo besh shomoy niye kichhu kotha bolte hobe. O jane ami tor ekhane achhi.”
-- “Bhaloi toe, amar kotha jante chaile ki bolbi ?”
-- “Bolbo tor dukkher kahini, ar bolbo tui oke chash.”
-- “Shotyee bolbi tui eshob kotha.”
-- “Shotyee bolbo. Aro bolbo agami bar baire jete jeno tokeo shathe niye jay.”
-- “Shotyee bolbi tui ei kotha.”
-- “Shotyee bolbo. Keno tor apotti ache ?”
-- “Na, apotti nei. Tobe tor kharap lagbe na Haydar jodi shotyee amake niye baire jay ?
-- “Na, kharap lagbe na, etota kuper bang noi ami. Ashole tora dujon dujonke chaile ar
shei shujog thakle ami kii firiye rakhte parbo ? Tai jokhon na, tobe ar badha diye luv
ki ? Acchha tui tokhon ki korbi ? Dr. Chaudhury’ke divorce diye dibi naki ?”
-- “Haydar-er shathe baire jete parle tui ar oke fire pabi emon mone korar kono karon
nei tor. Tokhon toe tui afsos korbi.
-- “Dhor Haydar jodi bole she toke bou banate raji ache ar jodi ami afsos na kori ar
toke Haydar-er shathe chhere dei tokhon tui ki korbi.”
-- “Divorce debo oi drunktake.” Sposhto jobab Salmar.
-- “Shotyee bolchhish ?”
-- “Haa, shotyee bolchhi. Kintu tokhon tui ki korbi ?”
-- “Toder bashor shajiye diye chole jabo London.” Uchchhol hashi Ayeshar chokhe
mukhe. “Khushi hobo tui shukhe achhish jene. Tui amar shobcheye apon. Tor
khushitei amar khushi.”
-- “Eto boro tyag shoite parbi tui ?”
-- “Tor jonyo ami je kono tyag shoite pari. Shoye nebo. Shomshya hobe na.”
-- “Ne ne, onek hoyechhe, khete aay ekhon.”
-- “Naa re, kichhu khabo na ekhon. Baire jabo, kichhu joruri kaaj ache, aajee sharte
hobe. Pore shomoy hobe na. Kintu ami bhabchhi Dr. Chaudhury-r ki hobe.”
-- “O niye motei bhabi na ami, or jibone ami thekeo jaa na thakle tai.”

Nijei gari drive kore ber hoye gelo Ayesha. Shamne breakfast niye TV on kore sofay
gaa eliye ddilo Salma.

Part – 3
Bikal hoye geche. Dupurer khabar kheye ekta chhotto ghum diye utheche Salma. Sofay
boshe shobe matro Zee tv on korechhe. Ghorir dike takalo o. Pachta beje gechhe
ponoro minit agei. Calling bell beje uthtei dorja khulo Salma. Ayesha dariye ache,
shathe aro dujon lok. Poshake mone hochchhe kono advocate hobe, ar ekjon moulovio
dekha jachchhe.
-- “Ki byapar. Eto shob lok niye ?
-- “Agey dorja chhar, bolchhi shob.”
Onyoder drawing roome boshte diye Aesha Salmake niye bed rome chole elo. Bag
theke koyekta kagoj ber kore bollo, --“Dekh ki lekha ache.”
-- “Ki lekha achhe ete?”
-- “Ami Haydar-er kachh theke divorce niyechhi. Phone Haydar-er shathe kotha
bolechhi ami. Email-e o amar onurodh moto divorce letter pathiyeche. Ami ota seen
and sign kore fax-e oke pathiye diyechhi. Shei shathe o toke ekta mail korechhe. Phone-
ei o toke biye korte raji achhe, ekhonee. Ar tui Dr. Chaudhury-ke divorce korbi, shetao
ekhonee. Tui Dr. Chaudhuryke divorce kore dile oi paper fax-e Haydar-er kachhe
chole jabe, tao ekhonee. Tui Dr. Chaudhury-ke divorce korchhish eta tar paper. Ar
egulo Haydar amake dicorce koreche tar paper. Tor email-e Hayder-er chithi je toke
biye korbe tar copy eta. Tui tor email check kore dekhte parish.”
-- “Ki bolchhish eshob tui.”
-- “Kotha kom bole tor mail check kor. Oth ekhonee, computer open kor. Tui
bolechhish tui Haydarke pele dhonyo hoye jash. Bar bar toke ami jiggesh korechhi. Tui
ek kothaii bolechhish. Tui amar jed shomporke janish. Ami toke shukhi korte shob
korte pari. Mail check kore ei paper gulote shoi kore de.”
-- “Tui ekhono ager motoi pagol roili, shudhrali na.”
-- “Shudhrabo pore, agey mail chack kor. Tarpor eishob paper-e sign kore de. Haydar
opekkha korchhe. Ichchhe korle phone kotha bolte parish. Tobe sheta or kach theke
“Kobul” bolar por bollei bhalo hoy. Oth, mail check kor.”
-- “ Kichchhu check korbo na. I drunk-tar haat theke tui je mukti dili amake etai onek.
Ami ar parchhilam na ei drunk-er bojha tante. Kothay sign korte hobe bol.”
-- “Ke bojha tanchhe ta amiii bujhi shudhu.” Monologue Ayeshar.
Ayesha uthe jeye advocate-ke deke niye elo. Sign kore dilo Salma shob papere.
-- “Ebara amar kotha moto ja boli tai korbi.” Bollo Ayesha. “Nije theke ekta kothao
bolbe na shudhu “Kobul” bola chhara.”
Ektu theme Ayesha bollo, “Advocate shaheb, ja ja bolechhi mone ache ?”
-- “Mone ache ma’m.”
-- “Aay salma, toke bou shajiye dei. Eto kichhui jokhon holo tokhon ar eta baki thake
keno.”

Moner moto kore Salma-ke shajalo Ayesha. Tar por hate dhore niye drawing roome
boshalo. Moulvi shaheb janlen bor kone dujonei single. Phonei video call-e biye hoye
gelo. Ayesha nijer baritai diye dilo Salma-ke kabiner shompurno dabi porishodh korte.

Hypnotized manusher moto bollo Salma, --“Eta tui ki korli Ayesha. Bari dili keno
amake ?”
--“Tor shukh khujechhi. Ekhon ready hoye ne. Ek ghontar modhye tor important
jinishgulo guchhiye niye tor barite chole jabi. Pore onyanyo shob ami pathiye debo.”
-- “Kintu Ekhonee keno ?”
-- “Ami chaina oi drunk lokta-ke ar dekhte hoy tor. Eta tor rented house. Tui nijer bari
peyechhish. Okhane aaj raat thakbi. Haydar ekhon plane-e. Bangkok theke ashte or
deri hobe na. O shoja oi baritei uthbe. Ekhane ashbe na o. Shebhabei direction dewa
achhe. Nijer barite nijer pochhonder bor-er shathe bashor raat katabi tui.”
-- “Ekta kotha shotyo bolbi, nirvejal shotyo ?”
-- “Bolbo, bol ki jante chash ? Tor kachhe kono din mithye bolini ami, aaj o bolbona.”
-- “Keno tui eto kichhu korte geli ? Eki shudhu amar shukher jonyoee ?”
-- “Haa, shudhu tor shukher jonyoee. E chharao ache ekta lok-ke tor nirmomota theke
mukti diye proshantir ghore pouchhe debo bole.”
-- “Tui ki mone korish tui oi drunk-tar drinker addiction chharate parbi ?
-- “Chharate jabo kon dukkhe. Ami toe ore drinker addiction bohugun bariye debo.
Ami oke amare buker nikhad ujjoltomo komol podmokoli theke lal mohuar fuler
nirjash mothito kore toiri “Bhalobasha” brander drink beshi beshi khawabo. E drinker
nesha ore kokhonoi jabe na.”
-- “Kichhuta aach korte perechhilam ami. Tui Dr. Chaudhury-r preme pore gechhish.
Mor tui.”
-- “Doa kor jeno ore kolei matha rekhe morar bhagyo hoy.”

Part - 4
Onekkhon hoye gechhe chole gechhe Salma. Lal tok toke sharita taan taan kore
poreche Ayesha. Anchol komore pechano. Tar upor shonar “Y” chain, locket-ta
komorer onektai niche neme eshechhe. Tops undergarment kichhui nei. Golapee
smooth skinner labonyo fute uthechhe podmer moto. Ekush bochhorer uddhoto
joubon taan taan lal shareer badh mante chaichhe na. Nivea-r halka sporshei mukh
jeno chondromollikar moto alo chhorachchhe. Chokeh maskara deyni, shudhu kajoler
halka taan. Golap papri thote halka merun ronger lipstick-er single layer. Golay dirgho
shonar chainer shathe boro love locketta buker thik majhkhantay jhilik dichchhe.
Ayesha boshe achhe sofatay. Opekkhar prohor gunchhe o. Ghorir dike takalo Ayesha.
Raat egarota par hoye gechhe onekkhon agei.

Calling bell ta beje uthechhe. Uthe daralo Ayesha.

Dorja khule du haate dorja agle dariye roilo. Ayeshar du thote dushtu hashi totota
sposhto na holeo drishti eriye jawar moto noy.
-- “Apni ?” Dr. Chaudhury-r chokhe mukhe jeno bishmoy ar shei shathe oshim klantir
chhap sposhto.
-- “Haa, ami Ayesha. Haat dhorun amar.”
-- “Keno, ami toe ekai cholte parbo”
-- “Apni klanto. Amar haat dhorun.”
-- “Salma kothay.”
Achomka du hate joriye tibro akorshone Dr. Chaudhury-ke nijer buker upor fello
Ayesha. Mukhe bollo, --“Ekebare chup, lokkhi cheler moto amake shudhu dhore
rakhun, ar amar payer shathe paa miliye cholun.”
Dr. Chaudhury-ke sofay boshiye dilo Ayesha.
-- “Salma kothay ?” Klanto kontho Dr. Chaudhury-r.
-- “Salmake noy, amake dekhun. Ekhon theke amiee apnar shob, Salma noy. Salmar
jibon theke apnake chhiniye enechhi ami. Oke amar barita diye diyechhi ar amar bor-
ke ami divorce kore or shathe biye diyechhi. E shob korechhi ami apnake amar jibone
pawar jonyo. Apni shudhui amar ekhon. Ami biye korbo apnake aajee, ekhonee. Bujha
gelo kichhu ?” Ek nihshashe kothagulo bole thamlo Ayesha.
-- “But I am too old for you. Nijeke aynay dekhe nin, apnake Ojanta Iloray neme asha
shorger debi-r moto lagchhe.”
-- “Tai naki ? I thought you are too young for me. However, I can make you young with
my love. I know the art, though you know better. Amar aajker shaj shudhu apnar
jonyo, shara jibon apnar shamne ebhabei nijeke mele dhorbo ami. Everyday you will
find me a new Ayesha. Klanto hote debona ami apnake, din ba raate kokhonoi.”
-- “Probhater shurjer motoi shundor apni, bhubon alo kora. Oshadharon lagchhe
apnake. Boro shundor kore kotha bola janen apni.”
-- “Byas, etukutei ! Ami apnar shara jibon aloy aloy bhore debo, I promise to make you
happy and keep you ever smiling. Ekhon washroom-e jaan, ami towel niye ashchhi. Aaj
raat ebhabe jegei katiye debo. Shokale kaji office-e jabo. Biye, candle light dinner, long
drive shob ek shathe hobe agami kaal.”
-- “Kothay jaben ?”
-- “Ki korbo, ekhane toe ar Dover Beach nei, tai je dike chokh jay, she dikei jabo.”

Chomke uthlen Dr. Chaudhury. Obak drishtite cheye roilen Ayeshar dike.
-- “Apni ashole ke ? Salmar priyotomo bandhobi eta jani. Onyo porichoy ki apnar ?”
-- “Amiee Dorothy-r classmate. Amake Dorothy bhabte kono badha ache apnar ?”
-- “Na nei. Tobe ami apnake Ayesha daktei beshi pochhondo korbo,” jobab elo. “Ami
kintu salmar divorce paper-e sign kori ni.”
-- “Korechhen, apnar mone nei. Aajee korechhen, ami nije apnar kachh theke sign
kore enechhi.”
Bujhlen Dr. Chaudhury, sign-ta Ayesha nijei kore diyechhe. Everything is legal in love
and war.
-- “Ekta kotha jiggesh korbo ?”
-- “Baron korlo ke ?”
-- “ Salma amake shohjo korte pareni keno”
-- “O bhabtoe apni roj roj gola porjonto drink kore ghore firten.”
-- “Thik na. Drinker nesha amar kokhonoi chhilona.”
-- “I’ll make you drink. With me you will get addicted to drink, drink from my soft
brightest pink lotuses of my breasts, and drink the finest juces of brand named love, the
elixir of life every day every night. This drink will make you young to younger every
day. Ekhon amake ekta welcome kiss din close hug-e buke niye. Daran, gramophone
amar priyo record-ta choriye diye ashi.”

Uthe gelo Ayesha. Purano diner gramophoner dalata khule dilo. Ekta record boshiye
pin lagiye dilo. His Master’s Voice-e thick hard pin record-er grove-e uthchhe namche-
ek onindo shundor shur murchhona chhoriye diye charpashe.
Uthe daralen Dr. Chaudhury. Shob klanti udhao hoye gechhe. Buke tene nilen
Ayeshake. Chondromollika mukh porom adore du hate tule dhorlen. Dirgho tapito thot
neme ashchhe shorgo shudha patrer dike. Dr. Chaudhury-ke buke joriye paaye paaye
shower-e dhuke gelo Ayesha. Ek haat diye shower chhere dilo. Jhor jhor dhara vijiye
dichchhe oder. Vije jachchhe oderr shara shorir, vhije jachchhe choitro tap dogdho
rukkho matir trishnarto shorir. Tap dogdho fatolgulo jeno dhire dhire mishe jachche.
Prokriti jeno nijeke fire pachchhe. Osfuto konthe ayesha bolchhe,
-- “Aro aro ador chai ami, aro onek ador chai amar shorirer proti millimeter-e.
Discover my every curve, explore me fully. Touch my soul with your love. Abishkar
koro tomake amar chokher taray. Dhore rakho amake tomar buke shara jibon.”
Totokkhon komore pechano lal sharer achol chhere diyechhe Ayesha. Shompurno
unmukto kore dilo nijeke. Ore buker nikhad ujjoltomo komol podmokoli theke lal
mohuar ful mothito kora nirjash “Bhalobasha” brand-er drink Dr. Chaudhury-r
bimugdho drishtir shamne dheu tulchhe.
-- “Ayesha, jibone kokhon karo lekha karo kotha copy kori nee. Aaj copy korbo tomar
kotha. Abishkar koro tomake amar chokher taray. Dhore rakho amake tomer buke
shara jibon. Ayesha, tumi shoyee ujjoltomo lal mohuar ful. I promise to make you
happy and keep you ever smiling, and turn you much much naughty.”
-- “I am naughty, as naughty as you never dreamt of. You will experience it. No hurry.
Take your time, I am all yours forever. Aaj ami biddhosto hote chai. Dekhi kemon
prochndo jhor tulte paro tumi amar proti shiray shiray, shorirer proti millimeter-e. ”
Bhalobashar challenge janachchhe Ayesha.
-- “Challenge korona meye, you will find me a loving caring understanding love, at the
same time a terrible twister. Ghurnijhor dekhechho kokhono ? Aaj dekhbe. Palabe na,
you must not run away.”
-- “I promise you, I won’t. Uttal shagor ami, tumi duronto ghurnijhor hoye amar buke
jhapoye poro.”
Uchhol hashite govir abage badha porlo dujon.
– “Aaj triple Century kore tobei chharbo tomake.” – Monologue Ayeshar. Bheshe
jachchhe ora triple century-r promotto dheuer dolay. Gramophone beje cholchhe:

“E modhu raat shudhu tomar amar

E maya raat shudhu ful papiyar.”