Short story

Chhobi
Part - 1

- “Gari khub slow kore egiye jao. Thambe na.”

- “Jee sir.” Bish bochhorer driver. Ekhon ar driver nei, care taker hoye gechhe. Onek
shomoyee dabi niye kotha bole, Dr. Chaudhury-o shonen badhyo shishur moto.
- “Garir janala namiye dao Egiye jao shamne. Aro slow koro. Darao.”
Haa, oitoe shei meye. Jamon bola temonee poshak pore achhe. Blue jeans, buttonless open
breast red top, ar ekta triangle kore bhaj kora red scarfer du kona shoulder pechiye buker
upor neme eshchhe. E ki oshadharon shoundorjo. Bishmito Dr. Chaudhury. Eto sundor hote
pare kono meye ! Meyeti kotha bolchhe pashe bosha ar ekti meyer shathe. Etai tahole or
bhagni. Emontii bolechhilo meyeti, bhagnike niye ashbe. Eden Colleger rastar ulto dike jor
badha onek chhele meyer shathe boshe ache o. Golpo korchhe bhagnir shathe. Lokkho
korlen Dr. Chaudhury, shob chhele meyegulo oi meyer dikei cheye achhe. Khub shwavabik.
Muhurter jonyo bhablen Dr, Chaudhury, e meyer pashe taake manabe na. E meyer jonyo
kono prince hoyto opekkha kore ache. Someday that prince will find his princess or the
princess will find her prince.

- “Gari janala uthiye dao. Gari chharo, speed diye chole jao.”
- “Sir”
- ”Gari chharo.”
- “Thik bolchhen Sir ?”
- “Tumi dekhte pachchho, bolte paro kon meye ?”
- “Pari Sir”
- “Ki korbo ami tahole ?”
- “Neme jaan, oke niye eshe garite uthe ashun.”
- “Oshombhob”
- “Keno oshombhob ?”
- “O meyer pashe amake manabe ?”
- “Na, Sir manabe na. Kintu o meye aapnake bhalobashe. Meyeder bhalobasha kono kichhu
maane na Sir. Chehara dekhe na, mon chay meyera. Apnar moto manush pele je kono meye
apnake shara jibon buke dhore rakhbe Sir.”
- “Ek shomoy moho kete jabe, jokhon kono rajputrer shondhan pabe. Tumi gari chharo.”
- “Meyeder chenen, mon manoshikota janen bole apnar onek gorbo Sir, aaj ami tar biporitee
dekhlam Sir. Kichchhu janen na apni meyeder shomporke. University-te ekta meye faki
diyechhe toe kii hoyechhe, e mayake toe ekhon apni faki dichchhen. Jibone konodin apnar
obadhyo hoinee Sir, aaj-o hobona. Tobe apnake bole rakhchhi Sir, O meyer mone koshto
niye fire gele apni ar kono din kono meyeke nijer kore buke paben na. Meyeder mukhe na-
bola ontorer obhishap boro beshi shokti rakhe Sir. Shara jibon khuje khuje firben, kauke
paben na Sir. Hoytoe kachhe ashbe, kintu dhora debe na. Apniee toe amake Robi Thakur-er
Khyapa khuje khuje fire porosh pathor kobita shuniyechhe. Shara jibon torpaben Sir shara
jibon torpaben.”

Gari chhere dilo driver.

- “Ekta kaaj korechhi Sir, maaf kore deben amake.”
- “Hotath kii emon kaaj korle ekhonee je maaf chaite holo ?”
- “Lady-r ekta chhobi niyechhi digital cameray.”
- “Bhalo koroni, karo bina onumotite tar chhobi newa thik hoy nee. Ta chhara oi meyer
chhobi amar kachhe ache ta tumi jano.”
- “Apnar kachhe thaka chhobir cheye lakho gun shundoree e meye. Nij chokh na dekhle keu
bishwash korbe na. Tai e chobita niyechhi. Real size-e boro kore apnar room-e wall-e paste
kore debo. Dekhben ar afsos korben.”
- “Tumi jano, ami jibone onek hariyechhi, kono din kono kichhur jonyo afsos kori nai.”
- “Ebar korben Sir, abar thikee afsos korben. Boro asha korechhilam Madam ke niye bashay
jabo. Tar por tar barite. Shob asha shesh. ”

Dosh bochhor ager shei din ki Dr. Chaudhury bhulte perechhen ? Driver jane – bhulen nee
tini. Bhulben ki kore, driver chheleti majhe majhei mone koriye dey. Khuchiye khuchiye
hridoyer jokhom theke rokto jhoray.

Part - 2

Uttal dheugulor dike ek drishtite cheye ache Kaosar Jahan Moni. Dheugulo mathay shada
foam-er raj mukut niyeo bhalobashay odhir hoy jhapiye porchhe shoikoter paaye, jeno
bolche, grohon koro amake tomar shara buk diye. Rater majh prohor chhariye gechhe besh
kichhukkhon ageii. Angel’s Drop-e ekta corner table-e boshe Sweet Martini purno goblete ek
sip niye onekkhon por abar ek sip. Dur shagorer buke chire chola jahajer search lighter alo
dheugulor upor pora ek opurbo shoundorjer srishti korchhe. Dheugulor mathay shada foam-
er crown search light-er aloy shob dike chhoriye dichchhe shada sfotik-er dyuti. Chokher
polok porchhena jeno Moni-r. Goblet-e borofer cubegulo gole gechhe. Buker bhitor unmotto
dheu-er motoi kal boishakhir jhor boye jachchhe, govir shagor nil chokher kol beye fota fota
osru golap gaal beye neme ashchhe. Gobleter nich theke halka nil rong gradiant hoye
gobletes uporer kinar porjonto chheye ache. Gobletta haate tultei chokh atke gelo nicher
dike. Lal shochchho drink Sweet Martini goblet-er nicher ongsher nil ronge mishe kalche
dekhachchhe. Goblet-ta chokher shamne niye elo Moni. Tin angule dhora stem-e buro angul
roll kore ghuriye firiye dekhchhe o. Dekhchhe bar bar. Nicher diker kalche tol tole drinktake
kolija chhire ber hoye asha rokter moto mone holo jano. Drink shoho goblet-ta shoikoter
dike dheye asha uttal dheuer modhye chhure fele dilo Moni. Tissue purse theke ekta wet
tissue niye du thoter fake halka chap diye fele dilo. Waiter-er shamne 100 USD-e duto note
rekhe bollo,-’’For drink and the set of goblets.” Angel’s drop theke ber hoye elo o.
Sandle khule Shagorer lona pani bheja balur upor khub dhire dhire pa felchhe o. Drishti
prosharito shagorer uttal dheugulor dike. Pichhone besh kichhuta durotto rekhe UPS-er
uniform pora ekta African couple guard doure eshe sandle jora tule niye bag-e rakhlo. Ora
jane eshomoy madam-ke kichchhu bola jabe na, shudhu onushoron kore jete hobe madamer
nirapotta nishchito korte. Darun bhalobashe ora Moni Madam-ke. Ek rokom jor korei ora
Canada theke transfer niye chole eshchhe Madamer shathe ei Bangladeshe. Khub jotno kore
oder Bangla shikhiyechhen madam Moni. Bangla bhashatake ora khub pochhondo kore
felechhe. Bole shob cheye mishti bhasha eta, wife-eke bole bou. Oder purush-ta majhe
majhe Bouu Bouuu bole heke othe ar hashte hashte bhange pore.

Canada-r UPS-er Country Manager hoye Dhakay eshechhe Kaosar Jahan Moni. Bish bochhor
agey Cox’s Bazar-e ei sea beach-e prayee ashto Ishwardi theke. BA pash korar por poree
guardian-ra biye diye chhilen. Keno jeno moner manush hoye otheni bor. Bor mane debotar
ashirbad, kintu ashirbad luv kora shombhob hoynii. Divorce diye Canada pari jomalo Moni.
Tar por kete gechhe bish bochhor. UPS-er Administrative Officer theke ekhon Country
Manager. Desh bechhe nite bolaay bina didhay Bangladeshkei bechhe niyechhe o. Gulshan-e
office-ta guchhiye niyeii chole eshchhe Chittagong. Shobgulo Division Head Quarter-e Branch
office khulbe o. Federal ar DHL-ke pichhone felar shob porikolpona nijei shajiyechhe o. UPS
Chief-er dharona E meye parbe. Ar she jonyoee shob rokom logistic support Monir jonyo
sanction kore rekhechhe ora. Money is no problem, conquering the market is the goal that
has to be achieved at all cost. Chittagong-e office thik kore decoration-er dayeetto ekta
protishthan ke diye shoja chole eshchhe ei sea beach-e.

- “Madam, bhor hoye eshechhe. Rest-er proyojon ache apnar.”

- “Kintu Hotel toe book kora hoynee. Sun rise-ta dekhe jai. Totokkhone Sea Gull-er Front
desk khule jabe.” Sea beach-e ekta boro boulder-er upor boshe sunriser monmugdhokor
opurbo shoundorjo dekhte dekhte onek otite fire gelen madam Moni. Canada-y ekeki jibon.
Internet-e surfing korte korte peye gelen bondhu. Tin bochhore bhalo laga theke
bhalobasha. Tar por jokhon bhalobashar manushtake biye korte Canada theke deshe elo
tokhonee chorom aghat, dekha dilo na bhalobashar manushta. Shudhu ekta mail
peyechhilo, -“Forget and forgive. You are created to be the loving bride of a Prince, not me.
You are much too beautiful. I stand nowhere near you. Your friends will ridicule you if you
take me as your husband. But my love for you will never die. You will remain in my heart
forever. Wish you find happiness somewhere else.” Jobab deynee o oi mail-er. Nijeo ar
kauke mon dey nee. Mother nature-er sunrise dekhei tripto hote hochchhe, or nijer jibone
sunrise ar holona, hobeo na konodin.

- “Mam, bela hoye gechhe. Hotel thik korte hobe, apnar rest proyojon ekhon. Sahara raat
toe ebhabei gelo, ar koto.” African guard egiye eshe bollo.
Beach chhere Hotel Sea Gull-e gari thamlo.

- “Ekta business suit chai amar. Spacious meeting arrangement thakte hobe.”
- “Sorry ma’m, we don’t have any. Eta tourist season. E chhara boro boro business house-er
AGM season. Business suit ektao khali nei amader.”
- “But I want one. Proyojone ek masher advance diye holeo amar business suit chai,
whatever the charge.
- “Ma’m, ja nei ta kii kore debo ?”
- “ I want one.” Jeed chape gechhe Madam Kausar Jahan Moni-r
- “I am helpless.”
- “Whom I can talk to ?”
- “Yes, the Manager will be here any moment. You may talk to him if you like. Though I don’t
think you have any way out.” Hashi mukhei bollo Front Desk officer meyeti. “May I share a
comment with you ma’m ?”
- “Yes, sure, why not.“
- “You are much too beautiful, as bright as full moon, as as charming as gentle breeze of
spring morning. Tempting too. ”
- “Really ! Now, May I share my comment with you ?”
- “Most welcome ma’m.”
- “My beauty did not give me a loving husband.”
- “Sorry ma’m, extremely sorry if I have hurt your feelings. Ma’m, the Manager is here.”
Proshongo ghuriye dilo front desk-er meyeti.
- “ What’s the problem, Samha ?” Egiye elen Manager, a handsome man with smiling face
and taken care of age. Highly smart from toe to the tip of hair.
- “Ei lady ekta business suit chaichhen. I told her there is none vacant. But she won’t listen.”
- “Yes, I need a business suit now, please do something. I am from Canada, Country Manager
of UPS posted in Dhaka. I have some emergency meeting with the elite here.”
- “Look, lady, we really do not have any business suit vacant at this moment. However, may I
manage anywhere else ? I hope I can manage one for you in Sea Palace. That’s also a very
comfortable Hotel like us.”
- “Are you sure you cannot manage one for me here ?”
- “Why do you insist to stay with us ?”
-“ I do not really know. But my sixth sense says, you can manage one for me here. And I
assure you my sixth sense never betrayed me.”

Chup kore gelen Manager. Minit doshek ki jeno bhablen. Tar por bollen,

- “Ok, lady, let me explore the last possibility.“ Nijei phone tene niye dial korlen Manager
speaker on kore diye.
- “Sir, Manager, Hotel Sea Gull bolchhi. Sir, apni ki koyekdiner modhye Cox’s Bazar ashben ?
- “Na, temon kono shombhabona ekhono dekhchhi na. Keno bolun toe ? “
- “Canada theke UPS-er Country Manager ek lady Dhaka posting niye eshchhen. She urgently
needs a suit here. And she insists to be with us in Sea Gull.
- “All right, no problem. But the rent will go for charity. Chittagong-e Economically
Vulnerable and Socially Excluded women-der jonyo ekta Rehabilitation home ache. Okhane
taka-ta diye deben. Ora ekta training center open korbe.”
- “Thank you Sir. Always at your service.” Phone rekhe Manager bollen, - “Nin madam hoye
gechhe. E suit kokhono rent dewa hoy nee, nishedh ache. Oi room-e tar onek smriti rokkhito
ache. Apnee prothom peye gechhen e suit. Tobe rent ta ektu beshi. Three hundred dollar per
day, how many days do you need to stay with us ?”
- “Ek masher jonyo book kore din, all payment in advance. Kintu ke ei gentleman je etogulo
taka spontaneously women-der destitute home-e dan kore dite paren ?”
- Charity-r kkhetre grohita chhara ar shobar kachhe tini shobshomy anonymous thakte chan,
tai namta bola gelo na, sorry ma’m.

- “It’s ok. Suit-ta dekhiye din. I need a good sleep now. By the way, are you confident now of
the power of my sixth sense ?” Smiling face-e bollen Kausar Jahan Moni.
- “Sure, but at the same time it is a wonder to me. Ei suit bochhore egaro mash khali pore
thake, onekei chay, kokhono karur jonyo taake request korinee. Aaj keno je apnar jonyo
korlam kichhu bujhe uthte parchhina. Ami ektu onyo dhoroner manush, amar keno jeno
mone hochchhe apnar jonyo aro onek onek ashchorjo jonok bhalo kichhu opekkha korchhe
ekhane.” Hashte hashte reply dilen Manager.
- “Apnar kotha shotyo hok.”

Part - 3

Suit-e eshei wash room-e dhuke gelo Moni. Opurbo shundor shajano wash room. Alo jaltei
du dik theke halka neel ar golapi abha roomtate shopnil poribesh srishti korlo. Real size
Danish aynar shamne dariye eke eke undress holo Moni. Nijeke dekhte laglo from head to
toe khutiye khutiye shomalochoker drishti niye. A few extra pounds, but still holding the
beauty and charm of heaven. Measurement tape-ta tene nilo. 38 – 30 – 36. E biallish fagun
poreo ekhono shudoul buk unnoto, atheletic waist ar shugithito navimul. Waist theke neme
asha thigh knee legs emonki toes porjonto nikhut. UPS chief Richard Taylor ador kore bolten,
- “Moni, why not go for beauty contest. I’ll bet you will win the crown.”
Matha nichu kore bolto Moni, -”Sir, I am not an exhibitionist.”
- “Yah, that’s why I like you so much, just like my own daughter.”
- “I feel extremely proud to be your daughter Sir.
Bath tub-e neme gelo o. African guard-ra gari theke shob niye guchhiye rakhchhe ei faake.

Wash room theke ber hoye elo Moni. Bhalo kore suit-ter dike nojor dilo. Garo merun ronger
puru velvet kapore horizontal top bottom ebong middle-e four inch wide shonali stripe dewa
porda jhulchhe, niche shonali jhalor. Bed-e halka golapi ronger Irani bed cover, pillow gulo
garo merun ronger cover dewa, thik tinte shonali horizontal stripe ar shonali jhalor. Love
making er chhonde toiri crystal-er besh boro ek jora nil shada meshano hongsho mithun
table-taake alo kore rekhechhe. Payer niche puru Irani galichay-o garo merun ronger shathe
shonali fiber-er opurbo shundor karukaj. Khushi holo Moni, shotyee oshadharon shundor
suit peyeche she. Room service call kore breakfast-er order diye bed-e shorir chhere dilo o.
Raater bishonno bhab kete gechhe. Shara shorire oshim klanti eshe bhor korechhe. Tobuo
mejaj flying.

- “Room service ma’m.”

- “Chole esho, khola ache.”

Breakfast-er trolly niye suit-e dhuklo room servicer meyeti. Shob set kore diye bollo, “Ami
Samha, apnar comfort-er dikta dekhar jonyoee ami. Kachhei achhi, calling bell press kore
daklei peye jaben.”
- “Bosho, kotha boli. Tomader suitgulo bideshi Five Star Hotelkeo har manay.”
- “Na ma’m. E suit-ta Dr. Chaudhury-r kine niyechhen. Nana desh theke shob shundor
bechhe bechhe ei suit shajiyechhen tini. Shob setting tar nijer hater. Nije kaaj korechhen tini
ei suit shajate. Crystal-er hongsho mithun Francer ek bikhyato sculptor-ke order diye toiri
kora. E suit-e ja kichhu ache shobeee special order-e toiri. Amader onyanyo suit gulo er
payer kachheo noy. Boro bhagyoboti meye apni, ei suit-tai peye gechhen. Aaj pporjonto ei
suit-e thakar onumoti ar keu paay nai. Kemon kore apni peye gelen bujhi na.”
- “Tai naki. Ta ke ei Dr. Chaudhury ?”
- “Dekhechhi, tini ele amiee dekha shona kori, tobe kotha hoy khub kom. Mukhe shob
shomoy kemon jeno ekta bishonnotar chhap thake, beshi kotha bola jay na. Mone hoy ekta
khub boro manoshik jontronay chhotfot koren shob shomoy. Nin, breakfast nin. Amader
chef khub bhalo.”
- “Khub kom kothay onek bolechho Dr. Chaudhury shomporke. Eto janle kii kore ?”
- “Ma’m, apni meye. Nishchoi bujhen, meyera onekta ontor drishti rakhe. Kichhu din kauke
dehle shei manusher bhitorer bhitorta porjonto meyeder kachhe porishkar hoye jay. Emonki
na dekheo jodi shudhu kotha hoy, tobuo ekta shochchho darona meyeder mone toiri
hoyeoo jay, ja bhul hoy khub kom. Thik bolechhi na… ?”
- “Thik bolechho.” Heshe fello Moni. “Ar ki ki jano tar shomporke ?”
- “Onek lekha pora koren. Cha ar sweet red Martini khub pochhondo tar. Khub kom khabar
khan. Onek raat porjonto poren ar lekhen-o onek. Oi je bishal almira-ta dekhchhen, ota
thasha boi-e.”

- “Martini toe meyeder drink.”

- “Thik taa na ma’m, bolen light drink , darun flavor ar taste, shorir mone energy ane.”
- “Ar ki ki jano Dr. Chaudhury shmporke ?”
- “Boyosh 50+ hobe, ekhono single, never married. Ekdin raate dinner dite eshe dekhi boi
porchhen. Shamne khabar shajiye dilam. Cellar theke niye asha sweet red Martini-r cap
khule tar priyo nil gradient-er goblet ta shamne dilam. Darun Goblet ekta. Goblet-er crystal-
er bhitor e takale ekta meyer chhobi bheshe othe. Otao France theke order diye toiri kora.
Chole jabo emon shomoy bollen, - “Bosho, golpo bolo, tomar chhotto belar dushtumir golpo.
Bhalo lagchhe na, khete khete tomar golpo shunbo aaj.”
- “Ki mone holo, amar chhotto belar besh koyekti dushtumir gopo bollam. Gachhe uthe
pakhir bashay bachcha dekha, pukure shatrate jeye gop gop pani kheye taratari paare fire
asha, Maa’r hater toiri gorm pitha khete jaye jiv pore felar obhinoy kore maa-ke bhoy paite
dewa ei shob. Ek shomoy buke khub beshi beshi shahosh niye dushtumi kore bolechhilam, -
”Biye korchhen na keno Sir ?”
- “Dushtumir golpo shune hashi hashi manush ta kemon hoye gelen. Basin-e gelen haat
dhute. Amar mone holo kanna lukate gelen. Fire eshe bed-e boshlen, kono button-e hoyto
chap dilen lokkho kori nai, Oi pasher ekta bhari porda dhire shore jate laglo. Wall jora ekta
screen. Uni hater ekta angule ei bedei kothao press kortei screen-e bheshe uthlo ekta meyer
chhobi. Charte slide, charte chhobi, eke meye bivinno pose-e. Mlan heshe bollen, - “My
sweet lady, shomoy moto e meyeke buke tene nite parinee, bhoy hoyechhilo eyo shundor
ekta meye amake grohon nao korte pare. Ekhon toe hariyeii felechhi. Er por uchcho kontho
hashi, “Ei meyeke haranor por tumiee bolo ar kono meyeke buke newa jay ? Tai hoye otheni
ar kono meyeke nijer kore buke tene newa. Tar por abar screen udhao, porda shore eshe
ager motoi shara wall dheke fello. Ekta khub bhalo manush, je kono meye oke buke pele
shara jibon or bhalobashay shikto hoye thakbe.”
- “Tumi mone hoy Dr. Chaudhury-ke bhalobeshe felechho.”
- “Shei shoubhagyo hobe na, oi meyei Dr. Chaudhury-r mon jure boshe ache. Okhan theke oi
meyeke keu shorate parbe na. Ami dekhechhi, drink-er gobleteo oi meyer chhobee bhashe.”
- “Eta kemon kore hoy ?”
- “Keno, marble ba glass paper weight dekhen nai, na na rokom noksha thake bhitore. Etao
temni bhabe toiri hoyechhe. Jemon shundor meye, temni uchu maner kaaj. Ekta kotha
bolbo, rag korben na ?”
- “Na, bolo, rag korbo na.” Heshe fello Moni.
- “Meyeti ekebare apnar moto dekhte.”
- “Dhyat, ta ki kore hoy.”
- Ki kore hoy ta janina, amar mone holo tai bollam. Ekhon ashi, apni rest nin.”

Part - 4

Ghorir kata bela dutor ghor chhui chhui korchhe. Ghum bhanglo Moni-r. Room service
meyetir dekhiye dewa wall-tar dike bar bar drishti jachchhe. Nijer moner bhitor akta
durnibar koutohol chepe boshechhe. Kar chhobi okhaane jake thik tar-ee moto dekha jaay.
Room service-ke deke khabar dite bollo. Khabar niye elo shei meyeii.
- “Achchha Samha, tumi ki amake oi meyetar chhobi dekhate paro ?”
- “Na ma’m, ki kore porda shore jay ami ta janina. Emon system amader Hotel-e onek ache,
kintu e suit-e toe kothay ki achhe ami janina, janleo Dr. Chaudhury-r onumoti chhara
dekhano jeto na. Manager Sir bole diyechhen, e suit-e tele controlled hidden camera
speaker ache. Kono onaboshyok koutuhol na dekhanoi bhalo. Tobe ami eshob bishwash kori
na.”
- “keno korona ? Thakteo toe pare.”
- “Ami khujechhi, pai nee. Jodi shotyee hoto tobe Dr. Chaudhury jante parten. Ar amake
nishchoi kichhu bolten. Na hole Manager Sir ke janaten. Oshober kichhui hoy nee.”
- “Tomake janale tumi shikar korte ?”
- “Oi manusher shamne ichchhe korleo mithye bola jay na. Ami shikar kortam.”
- “Emon toe hote pare, tini tomake bibroto korte chan nee. Ar Manager ke janale tomar
chakree ta chole jeto. Tini shetao chan nee. Tomake tini khub sneho koren.”
- “ Emonta bhebe dekhi nee. Hoteo pare. Tobe amar bishwash kichhu nei.”

Driver-ke gari ber korte bole ready hoye nilo Moni. Chittagong-e office decoration-er kaaj
kotodur egulo nije na dekhle up to the mark nao hote pare. Counter-e chabi diye gari neiye
ber hoye gelo.

Onek raat kore firlo Moni. Suit-er lock khule bhitore dhuke hand bagta bed-e chhure fele
shoja wash room-e. Undress hoye bath tub-e lavender spray kore tap chhere dilo. Onek
kkhon bath tub-e katiye uthlo. Halka thin mokhmoler nightee pore mathay towel joriye ber
hoye elo. Room service deke Martini-r order diye TV on kore HBO Channel fix kore sofa-y gaa
eloiye dilo.

Ice bucket-e dubiye rakha Martini-r bottle ar ekta bowl-e cube ice trolly-te niye elo Samha.
- “Serve kore debo ma’m ?”
- “Nah, nijei kore nebo, tumi jete paro.”

Ek chumuke goblet-er drink mukhe dhele bed-er dike egiye dilo Moni. Button ta khuje ber
kortei hobe. Thomke daralo Moni, karo privacy khunno kora ki thik hobe ? Nijeke prosno
korlo Moni. Koutuholer kachhe jibonbodh har manlo. Puro bed tonno tonno kore fello Moni.
Bed-er proti millimeter-e press koreo kono luv holo na. Je pasher wall ta dekhiyechhilo, she
pasher porda shorate jeye bujhte parlo onek vari porda. Tobuo koshto kore othalo. Kothay
screen, kichchhu nei wall-e, niret mehogony kather design kora wall. Meyeta ki mithye
bollo ! Tahole ? Eke eke shobgulo wall eke bhabe porokh korlo. Nah, kichhu nai kothao.
Manager shotorkotar jonyoee Samhake bolechhen eshob.
Goblet-ta full kore ek chumuke shesh kore bed shue porlo o. Samhar kotha kane jhonkar
tulchhe, “Meyeti ekebare apnar moto dekhte.” Ke ei Dr. Chaudhury ar ke shei meye je
ekebare tar motoi dekhte bhabte bhabte ghumiye porlo o.

Part - 5

Raat onek hoyechhe. UCJ-er joruri meeting shesh korte raat kokhon je eto dur egiye gechhe
kheyal-ee hoy nee. Govir kono bhabnay dube achen Dr. Chaudhury. Aggressive journalist
hishabe porichiti thakleo nijeke kichhuta low profile-e rakhtei pochhondo koren. Ektu mejaji
manush holeo achorone dhora pore na. Tini janen ki bhabe nijer pointer upor theke arrogant
na hoyeo onyer motamotke ontohshar shunyo proman kora jay.
- “Sir, bashay jaben na ? Shorir kharap lagchhe ?”
Bhabnay chhed porlo jeno. – “Na, temon na, gari ber koro, Cox’s bazaar jabo. Meeting-er
agei mail peyechhi Chittagong theke okhane meyeder Home-er trainingg center open korar
shob byabostha hoye gechhe. Ami gelei training center-er udbodhon hobe. Ora chaichhe
amiee udbodhon ta kori.”
- “Ei raate Sir ? Ekhon toe onek raat, duto beje gechhe.”
- “Shetai toe bhalo, shokal shokal pouche jabo.”
- “Apnar rest-er dorkar Sir.”
- “Garitei ghumiye nebo. Jotota shombhob speed -e chalabe.”
- “Apni kotuku ghumaben she toe amar janaee ache. Tobuo jodi shotyee ghumiye poren toe
gari ki Hotel Sea Gull-ei thamabo ?
- “Na, Sea Palace-e.”
- “She kii !! Apni apnar Suit-e thakben na.”
- “Na, Okhane guest ache, tar taka-ee toe Training center-ta open hochchhe. Canada theke
Bangladesh office kholar jonyo ek mohila eshechhen. Tini Sea Gull chhara onyo kothao
uthben na. Suit-o khali chhilo na. Bishoyti Manager amake janiye amar suit ta chaile diye
diyechhi. Or rent ta diyei toe training center udbodhon hobe.”
- “Tobe je bollen tar takay shob hochchhe ?”
- “Oi holo, ek-ee kotha.”
- “Ajob toe, apnar suit-er rent-er taka diye kaj hochhe, ar nam oi mohilar !”
- “Hoyechhe, eto kotha bolona, gari chharo.” Heshe fellen Dr. Chaudhury.
- “Gari chharbo ki, gari toe cholchhei !”
Uchcho konthe heshe dilen Dr. Chaudhury. - ” Tomar bokbokani-te kheyal kori ni”

Hotel Sea Palace-e Dr. Chaudhury-ke dekhe obak hoye gechhe or Manager. - “Sir, we are
proud to have you with us. Kintu byaperta ki bolen toe…”
- “Sea Gull-e amar guest achhe.”
- “Bhagyo amader khule gechhe aaj. “Manager ekta porter deke ekta suit-er key dilen. Dr.
Chaudhury-r dike takiye bollen, - “Sir, Eta amader VVIP suit, amader torof theke apnake
jotodin thaken totodin-er jonyo upohar. Fresh hoye nin, ami breakfast ar sweet red Martini
pathiye dichchhi. Apnar driver-o ekhanei thakbe. Oke alada room dichhi.”
Fresh hoye sofay eshe boshlen Dr. Chaudhury. Phone korlen Sea Gull-e.
- “Sir apnii… ?” Opash theke Sea Gull-er Manager phone dhorechhe.
- “Ami Cox’x bazaar-ei. Hotel Sea Palace-e uthechhi. Guest ke amar bishoye kichhu bolar
dorkar nei. Meyeder Home theke phone peyachhi tin din agey je apni rent-er takata
pouchhe diyechhen. Ora deri korte chailo na. Aaj-ee Training Center-er udbodhon. Shob thik
thak kore felechhe ora. Tai chole elam. Apni guest-ke invitation-ta pouchhe deben. Kichhu
kkhoner modhyei card peye jaben. Card-e apni nije ore nam likhe deben. Oke Special guest
kora hoyechhe..”
- “Jee Sir, Ami ekhonee madam-ke janiye dichchhi. Taka peye Homer Superintendent bishoy
jante cheyechhilo. Ami oke shob bolechhi.”
- “Bhalo kotha, apnar Assistant-er upor dayeetto diye apnio chole ashben. Card apnio
paben.. Apnii guest ke niye ashben shathe kore.”
- “Thanks Sir, amiee niye ashbo.”

Madam Moni-ke phone kore shob bujhiye dilen manager.

- “Ok, ami apnar shathei jabo, ekhon Samha-ke pathiye din drinks diye. Ami ready hoye
nichchhi.
Calling bell-ta beje uthechhe.
- “Come in, khola ache.”

Room Service meyeta drink-er trolly niye bhitore elo. Moni-r dike ek nojor takiyei jeno
pathor hoye gelo. Monir dike cheye ache toe achhei.
- “Ki holo tomar, serve koro. Amar baire jete hobe. Tara achhe.”

Takiyei ache Samha. Chhobi-r shei skin tight neel jeans, shei full sleeve open breast red top,
shudhu head scarf-ta nei.
- “Apnar red head scarf-ta koi.” Kotha futlo samhar mukhe. Hashchhe o.
- “Achhe ekhanei.” Obek holo Moni. “Kintu tumi janle ki kore amar red scarf ache ?”
- “You are the gril I saw in that wall. That red jeans, that red full sleeve top. Only the red
scarf is missing. Get the red scarf and put it as you did while sitting on the pavement island.”
- “Kii ja ta bolchho.”
- “You like me, am I right ?”
- “Yes, sure I like you. But why do you ask ?”
- “Ami apnake oi red scarf chhara udbodhoni-te jate debona.”
- “This is too much. Tumi jano ami complain korle tomar chakri chole jabe ?”
- “Jabe na, borong etai hobe je amar baki jibon ta hoytoe apnar shathei kete jabe.”
Phone tullo Moni.
- “Mr.Manager, your room service girl is not behaving. I want to lodge complain.”
- “Please ma’m, do not get excited, coming right now.”

Manager room-e eshe Moni-r dike takatei jeno pathorer murti hoye gelen. Shudhu tar mukh
diye tar ojantei ber hoye elo duti shobdo, ekti prosno, - “Ki bhabe shombhob ?”

Ek nagare kotha bole jachchhe Moni. Samha-r shob kothagulo bole hotath o lokkho korlo
manager tar kotha kichhui shunchhen na, shudhu ore dike takiyei achen.
- “Ki holo apnar ? Apni ki amar kotha shunte pachchhen ?”

- “Kii korechhe o sheta na hoy porei shunbo. Byabostha oboshyoee nebo, tar agey bolun toe
dekhi e dress ki apni shob shomoy poren ?”
- “No, only in special occasions. Keno ?”
- “This is providence, the will of dear God. Jak, ma’m ore punishment o peye jabe, apni
ashun amar shathe.”
- “Sir, ami onake head scarf-ta porte bolechhi.” Mukh khullo Samha.
- “Ma’m, why not grant her last wish, you will see her no more here. Jodi thake ekhane, pore
nin na, kkhoti kii emon..”
- “Ok ok, bolechhen jokhon porchhi.”
Closet khule head scarf-te ber korlo Moni.
- “Ami poriye debo.” Bollo Samha.
- “Dao poriye” onekta shanto hoye eshechhe madam Moni.

Samha scarf-ta trikon bhaj kore Moni’r shoulder-er upor diye ghuriye buker upor fele dilo
corner duto. Ichchha korei breast-e halka chap dilo.
- “Ei meye, ki hochchhe eshob.”
- “Sorry ma’m, advance trial may be.”
- “What ?”
- “Nothing ma’m,” Manager-er dike cheye bollo, - “Perfect Sir ?’
- “Hundred percent. This is a great day for us. Who knows if the last will end well.”
- “If it happens automatic, well and good, if not I’ll make it happen.” Konthoshwore drirota
Samha-r.
- “Ki bolchhen apnara ?”
- “Kichhuna ma’m. Apni ashun.” Manager-er shathe ber hoye elo Moni.
- “Ami shamner garite uthchhi, apni ar Samha pechhoner garite, apnar guard-ra shesh garite
thakbe. She bhabei kone jatra arrange kora hoyechhe.” Manager-er mukhe hashi.
Uchchhoshwore Samha-o heshe dilo.
- “Apnader kotha ami kichhui bujhte parchhi na, ki hochchhe amake niye. Don’t forget I am a
Canadian citizen.”

Part - 6

Gate-ei ovyorthona janalo Home-er kormokorta ar meyera. Lal reception carpet preiye
bishal hall room-e pouchhe gelen Moni. City-r shob gonyo manyo elite-ra uposthit.
Era shomajer bonchito manush, bishesh kore meyeder jonyo nijera kichhu na korleo ar keu
korle uposthit theke credit-er ongsho nite bhul koren na. Elite-der shathe porichoy koriye
dewa holo Moni-ke, Training Center-er ekmatro donor hishabe. Sound systeme ghoshona
holo, “Kichhukkhner modhyei amader Traing Center-er udbodhon hote jachchhe. Udbodhon
korben Home-er protishthata, bishishto senior journalist Dr. Chaudhury. Mehman-der
onurodhkorchhi onugroho kore ashon grohon korun.” Dias control korchhe Samha. Hotel
Sea Gull-er manger-er onurodhe Homer officer-ra oke ei dayeetto diyechhen. Amontron
janatei nam ghoshona korar shathe shathe dias-e uthlen City Mayor, Madam Kausar Jahan
Moni, FCCCI-er President ebong Secretary General. Dr. Chaudhury-r nam ghoshona korar
shathe shathei bipul applause. Dias-er pashe dorja khule gelo. Dhir paye egiye eshe Dias-e
uthtei Monir pasher chair-ta ektu pichhone tene boshar shubidha kore dilo Samha. Dr.
Chaudhury ashon nitei ek jhak camerar flash lighter alo jholok diye uthte laglo.

Dr. Chaudhury-r dike takiyei bhut dekhar motoi chomke uthlo Moni. Ei toe shei ! Tahole
Samha bhul boleni ! Hotat korei jeno prochondo boishakhi jhor uthechhe. Nijeke
niyontroner cheshta korchhe Moni. Onushthaner kichhui tar shamne nei ekhon. Obadhyo
hoye uthchhe mon. Abar takalo Moni Dr. Chaudhury-r dike. Ki nirlipto hoye shamne takiye
achhen. Right Left-e ke achhe na achhe kono dike kheyal-ee nei. Shamner note pad tene niye
druto haate eka slip likhlen Moni. Isharay samhake kachhe daklen. O egiye ashtei or haate
slip-ta dhoriye diye manager-ke dite bollen. ” Sliper dike takiye dekhlo Samha, shudhu ekti
kothai lekha ache, “I must leave now, please do something.”

Slip niye manager-ke dilo Samha. Manager likhlen, “Please, more one hour only. Home-r
authority-ke bolechhi ek ghontar modhye onushthan shesh kore dite.” Ekee shathe Dr.
Chaudhury-ke ekta slip dilen manager. Slip peyei Dr. Chaudhury baye takalen. Bhut dekhar
moroi chomke uthlen tini. Eito shei. Mukhe hashi fute uthlo tar. E hashita Moni-r nojor eray
nee.

Onushthan shesh hotei Dr. Chaudhury, Moni, Sea Gull Sea Palace-er Manager, Samha
,Madam Moni-r guard ber hoye elo hall theke. Dr. Chaudhury-r pashe pashe hatchhe Moni.
- “Tumi onek shukiye gechho.” Moni-ee prothom mukh khullo.
- “Char pasher shob kichhui jokhn dhu dhu morubhumi hoye jay tokhon shob-ee shukiye
jay.”
- “Amar shoundorjo ki amar oporadh ?”
- “Na, tobe ful shundor hole flower vase-tao shundor howa chai.”
- “Tumi ekhono agarer motoi shundor kore kotha bolte paro. Biye korechho ?”
- “She toe kobei.”

Thomke gelo Moni. Taa hole Samha je bollo biye koren nee.

- “Shotyee bolchho ?”
- “Ami kokhono mithye boli na, proyojon hoy na.”
- “Bou dekhabe na, khub shundor bujhi ?”
- “She is the most beautiful girl on this earth.”
- ”Amar thekeo shundor ?”
- “Chhobi thekeo Shundor.”
- “Ekhane ashe nee keno ?”
- “Eshechhe toe.”
- “Porichoy koriye debe na ?”
- “Debo, ekhon tomar suit-e jao.”
- “Amar suit holo kothay, ota toe tomar suit.”
- “Ei muhurto theke ota shob shomoyer jonyo tomar-ee. Moner kono konay amar jonyo ektu
doya maya thakle amake entrance dio, na hole dio na.”

- “Ekhon toe ar amar doya mayar proyojon nei, tomar manush-ee to achhei.”
Jobab na diyei gariye uthe gelen Dr. Chaudhury.

Hotel Sea Gull-e pouchhe gelo shobai. Manager Dr. Chaudhury-ke bollen, -“Sir, Apni ar
madam suit-e jeye kotha bolun. Samha Martini diye ashbe. Apni na hoy porei Sea Palace-e
jaben.”
- “Na gentleman, ami ekhon Sea Palace-e jabo. Kaaj ache okhane.”
Nijer garite uthlen Dr. Chaudhury. Samhake bollen, - “Be in close touch with the lady.”
- “Taa ki kore hobe, uni manager Sir-er kachhe complain kore amake job theke dismiss
korechhen.”
- “Meyeder mon…, full honour-e reinstate korte kotokkhon.”
- “Agey nije full honour-e reinstate hon Sir, pore amar kotha.”
- “Youuuu naughty girl.”

Gari chhere dilo driver.

- “Ki korben Sir ekhon ?” kotha shuru korlo driver.

- “Janina.”
- “Buke tene nin Sir Mdam Moni-ke, thokben na Sir.”

Kotha baralen na Dr. Chaudhury.

- “Samha, my drinks please,” suiter dilke paa bariye bollo Moni.

- “Me ?”
- “Yes you. You need a lesson which I like to teach you in my room.”
- “There is some other person who need the lesson, not me ma’m.”
- “You are really a very naughty girl.”

Drinks niye elo Samha.

- “Ki bhabchhen ma’m ?”

- “Ei suit-e ki special hidden kono room ache.”
- “Na, keno ?”
- “Dr. Chaudhury je bollen tar bou ei roomei achhen.”
- “Achhen-ee toe.”
- “Oi pordatar pichhone chhobi ache, ar oi pordar pichhone janala ache, dekhte paben.”
- “Dekhate parbe ?”
- “Chhobi dekhate parbo na, porda uthiye apni nije jeyeii janala diye takalei dekhte paben.”
Uthe gelo Moni. Porda shoratei bishal ek aynay tar nijer protichchhobi.”

- “Ekee !”
- “Jee uniee Dr. Chaudhury-r bou, nam Kausar Jahan Moni. Eto boro ekta protishthan chalan
kemon kore ? Apni madam eto boka keno, kemon meye apni je bujhte paren na apni chhara
Dr. Chaudhury-r jibone kono meye asheni, ar konodin ashbeo na. Buke tule nin manushtake,
thokben na. You belong to him, he belongs to you, and you both belong to each other. This
is providence, decision of dear God.”

- “Tumi shomoshya bujhte parchho na.”

- “Kii shomoshya ?”
- “Ei porinoto boyoshe tarunyer uchchhash dekhano jay na.”
- “If the heart is young you are young. Koyekta bochhor jhere fele din smriti theke, prothom
preme pora college fresher meye hoye jaan. Buke tene nin bhalobashar manushtake. Phone
kore deke nin, room-e ashar shathe shathe tar trisito buke jhapiye porun. Manager Sir
phone number diye diyechhen, ei nin. Ami ashi ekhon ma’m.”

- “Tumi palale keno ?” Shotyee phone korlo Moni.

- “Paliyechhi ke bollo, just ektu bhebe nichchhi ki korbo ekhon. I can’t decide.”
- “Tumi kiii decision nebe, tumi toe ekta gadha. Decision toe nebo ami tomar boutake
dekhar por. Nalishta tar kachhei korbo.”
- “Amar bou onek age thekei tomar okhane achhe. Eshe porichoy koriye debo. Joto khushi
nalish koro. Dekho abar pichhiye jeona.”
- “Tumi kothay ekhon ?”
- “Beach-e”
- “Okhane ki korchho ?”
- “Shagor ekhon osthir, tar hirdoye boye jawa jhorer tandob onubhob korchhi.”
- “Kemon shagor tumi je ekta dheuke buke niye unmatal kore dite paro na ? Paro na
prochondo jolochchhash hoye trishna kator shoikoter buke jhapiye porte ? Paro na sunami-
rmoto rupe priyotoma-ke tomar jouboner prochndota niye buker bhitore joriye nite ?
Kemon shagor tumi je dukul bhenge egiye asha srotoshwini-ke porom adore buke tule niye
nijer oboyobe mishiye felte paro na ? Keno parona ?”

Phone beje uthlo. Moni phone dhortei opash theke manager-er gola shona gelo.

- “Madam, Dr. Chaudhury apnar suite jachchhen. Amake bolechhen apnake inform korte.
Don’t be shy, he needs you, may be you too need him. Speak out your heart and make him
speak out his heart.” Phone rekhe diyechhen manager.
- “Ashte pari ?” Dorjar baire theke Dr. Chaudhury kotha bolchhen.
- “Esho.”
- “Koi, bou kothay tomar, bou-ke niye ashonee?” Dr. Chaudhury bhitore ashtei prosno
Moni-r.
- “Shotyee dekhbe ?”
- “Bollam toe dekhte pereshan hoye achhi.”
- “Prothome chhobi dekho, pore na hoy manushtake dekhbe jodi dekhte mon chay.”

Anguler angti-tay chap ditei mridu shobde ek pasher wall theke bhari porda shore jete laglo.
Purota shore gele ekta screen bheshe uthlo. Halka shongiter shur murchhona bhashchhe
shara room-e. Shur ta chinte parlo Moni. “Shunye dana mele paakhira ure gele nijhum chora
chore tomare khuje mori…” Wall-er dike drishti atke gechhe Moni-r. Slide bheshe uthlo, UPS
officer shamne darano Moni, garir bonnet-e helan diye darano Moni, UPS office-e nijer
desk-e Moni, shob sheshe Eden colleger shamne island-e bosha Moni pashe ore bhagni-
takeo dekha jachchhe. Shilpir tulite chhobigulor charpashe emon ekta aboho tule ana
hoyechhe je chhobigulo jeno jibonto hoye uthechhe.”

Dr. Chaudhury-r haate dhora martini-r glass. She dike fire takalo Moni. Ektu ektu kore drink-
e chumuk dichchhen. Moni-r golap papri thote rohoshyomoy hashi fute uthechhe, du
chokhe dhrubo tarar jhilik, tulip gaale godhulir laj ranga abha. Du haat shamne bariye diye
bollo,

- “Drink rakho, bou-ke buke nao. Ami tomake aaj emon drink debo ja dear God-er nij hater
toiri. Ar chhobi dekhte hobe na, amake dekho pran bhore. Ami tomar Moni.”

Uthe daralen Dr. Chaudhury. Du haat bariye porom bhalobashay buke tene nilen.

- “Room service ma’m.”

- “Come in.” Badhon chhere dite chailen Dr. Chaudhury, Moni jor kore dhore rakhlo. “Let
her be the witness to this great moment. She enticed me to be in your bosom.”

Room-e dhukei thomke daralo Samha. – “Sorry ma’m.”

- “Don’t leave us. I want to see your happy and smiling face.”
Moni-r dike cheye vengchi kete ek doure room theke ber hoye gelo Samha. Or gola shona
gelo, - “Manager Sir ke shuvo khobor ta dite hobe.”

Porda eshe chhobi-gulo dheke dichchhe. Shobdo peye chhobigulo dheke jachchhe dekhe
Moni bollo, -“Oi chhobiguloii amake tomar dike tene enechhe, ogulo na thakle ami
bishwash-ee kortam na tumi ekhono amake bhalobasho. Tai chhobigulo okhanei thakbe,
shob shomoyer jonyoi thakbe. Ogulo je ekantoi amar chhobi.”