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Shei Raat

Shei Raat

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Published by: Amin Ahmad Chaudhury on Sep 13, 2010
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Shei Raat --- Amin Ahmad Chaudhury
Ki holo tomar ? Ami emon ki onnyay korlam kichhu na bolei amake chhere jete chaichho ! Ami toe shara jiboner jonyoi tomake buke joriye dhore rakhte chaichhi. Mone korte paro shei rater kotha ? Tumi baranday anmone railinger shathe helan diye chhile. Ami tomake ek nojor dekhei bujhechhilam tomar mone jhor boichhe. Ami besh kichhu din dhorei tomake lokkho korchhilam, Tumi kemon jeno hoye jachchho. Ki ekta bish bashpo tomar hridoytake dhire dhire aroshto kore dichchhe. Ami dhir paye tomar dike egiye gelam. Tomar pashe dariye roilam onekkhon. Tumi tokhono amake lokkho koro nii. Tomar drishti tokhono shudhu shamne prosharito. Akasher dike cheye achho tumi. Moha shunye ki jeno khuje berachchho. Hothat tumi mukh firiye takale. Amake dekhe jeno chomke uthle. Obak hoye takiye roile amar dike. Bolle, - “Kokhon ele, dakoni keno.” - “Tomake dekhchhilam, dakle tomar e notun rup dekhte petam na. Protidin tomake notun notun rupe abishkar korchhi ami. Bolbe amake, ei oshim mohashunye anmone ki khujchho tumi.“ Bollam ami. - “Proshanti khujchhi Amin, ektu proshantir boro beshi proyojon amar.“ Bishonno hashi tomar mukhe.

- “Otho, hat dhoro, esho shiri bhenge bhenge chhade jeye darai. Bhalo lagbe kotha dichchhi, obak chokhe takiye dekhbe ujjol tarar fule fule shajano shunil akashtake. Emon shundor snighdho prokritir rup dekhe tumi nijer ojantei tomar doyel pakhir moto shukonthe gaan tule nebe, "Ei shundor shornali shondhyay Ekee bondhone jorale go bondhu " Tumi heshe dile, buker gohon theke kolija chhire neowa bishonno she hashi. Bolle, - “ekhon shondhya kothay, ekhon besh rat. Tta chhara tomake kono bondhone jorai nii ekhono. Eto shukh nei amar je akash tara chad dekhei gun gun geye uthbo.” – “Tumi hashchho keno, bishwash hochchhe na. Besh uthe eshe dekho, tumi nijeke niyontron korte parle ekta "Snickers" chocolate debo, shirite boshe boshe moja kore amake dekhiye dekhiye kheye nio. Lov lagleo chhochar moto chaibo na ek kamor. Tobe jodi akasher dike onimesh drishti niye takiye thako, bhule jao tomar pashei ami dariye achhi, bhule jao tumi nijeke, tokhon amake dosh diyo na. Baji dhorte raji achhi, tumi tomar shei university-r hall-er jibone fire jabe, jokhon mukto bihonger moto hostel-er corridoore dariye shonali jyotsnay bheshe jaowa prokritke dekhte dekhte onekta shomoy par kore dite. Achchha boloto meye, tokhon ki tumi amakei khujte ? buke joriye nebe.” Ebar tomar golap papri thote nirmol dushtu hashi onekta bistrito holo. Bolle, - “ Tomake khujte amar boyeee gechhe. Kii ahlad, buke joriye nebo. Tobuo bolechho jokhon, cholo chhade jeye dekhi, mone proshanti ashe ki na.”

- ”asbei, dekhe nio.” - “Besh, baji rakhlam, tobe thik thik “snickers” debe toe, naki boraborer moto bolbe, aro jomuk. Jano tomar kachhe amar kota Snickers paowana hoyechhe ? Onekgulo, ekshathe, shob gulo debe kintu. Tobe jene rekho, tumi amake romantic korte chaichho toe, parbe na. “ Ami emon ekta bhab orlam jeno khub obak hoyechhi. Bollam, - ”Ami tomake romantic korte chai na. Shudhu etkui bolte chachchhi nijer bhitor theke nijeke notun kore abishkar koro, nijeke explore koro, dekho tomar nijer shotyeekar ontor bahirer onindo shundor rup. Tumi nijer oi shundortomo rup dekhe nijei bimohito hobe, apon monei bole uthbe, ami eto shundor.” Tumi amar kotha shune helan dewa chhere shoji hoye darale. – “Eito lokkhi meyer moto dariyechho, ebar hat dhoro amar, nirbhoye dhoro, e hat-e kono kolongko nei, e mone kono gopon bashona nei. Esho, keno bhule jao, tumi prokriti ranir ononyo shoundorjomoyee konya. Tomar govir shagor du chokhe snigdho mayamoy drishti, tomar godhuli ranga gale gram banglar joubon chhui chhui kishori meyer lajer abha, tomar golap papri thote smito rohoshyomoy hashi. Tomar snigdho shoundorjoi tomar nirapottar protisruti. Tomar shoundorje lukiye achhe jemni snigdho jyotsna, temni achhe prokhor shurjer uttap. Alo ? Sheto bhubon ujjol kora. Shutorang nirbhoye esho.” Uchchhol hashite tumi amar hat tomar duhate dhore ekebare buker upor rakhle. Amar payer shathe paa

miliye shiri bhenge uthte lagle, tomake onekta klanto dekhachchhilo. Tumi bolle, - “dekho Amin, shirigulo uchu uchu, uthte koshto hoy”. Porom momotay tomar pithe hat rekhe bollam, - “Paye paye esho, tara-hura korle moner modhye prokritir oi onabil shoundorjo dekhar moto monobhab toiri hobe na. Dhir dhire shiri bhebge bhenge uthe esho. Thik bolechho tumi, shirigulo ektu beshi uchu uchu, uthte koshto hoy, amar hat shokto kore dhoro, kadhe matha eliye dao. Eto itostoto korchho keno, montake khule dao, dekhbe charpashta kemon shundor.” Du haate tomake joriye dhore bollam, – “Haa, thik emini bhabe nijeke chhere dao, ami tomake joriye dhore achhi.” Tumi badh bhanga jhornar moto uchcho konthe heshe uthle, bolle, - “Purushgulo emonee hoy, ektu shujog pelei joriye dhorte chay, meyeder komol l shorir tomader khub priyo tai na.” - “Haay meye, bhul koro keno eto. Tomar shorir oboshyoee shundor, kintu ami toe moner khoje achhi, Ami tomar je mohomoy shoundorjo dekhte chai, taate shorirer kono bhumika nei ta noy, tobe ta oti shamanyoee. 24 ghotay shoriry abeger bohiprokash joto modhur-ee houk na keno ta khub beshi holeo kotota shomoy ney bolte paro ? 30 minits theke ek ghontai, er beshi to noy. Jodi shokal dupur shajhe govir rate 4 bar bhalobashar shoriri prokash ghote ta holeo to 4 ghonta, baki 20 ghonta ki bhabe kate ? Shona meye, nikhad bhalobashay. Bhalobashar tibro abeg na thakle shorir kokhonoi she bhabe shara dey na, shorir tokhon birokto hoy, anondo-ke nirjaton

mone hoy. Er jonyoee dhorshon paap, milon atmar ullash (rejoice of the soul).” Tumi amar dike cheye chey miti miti hashchho. Ami bollam, - “ei meye hashchho keno, bhabchho ami nijeke agiye nichchhi. Na shona meye na.” Tumi kichhu na bole amar hat aro shokto kore buke chepe dhorle. Eito chhade eshe porechhi. Drishti ekebare unmukto koro, tomar niyontron theke mukto kore dao. Dekho dekho, ogulo ki tarar ful, naki akashi jonaki. Agey kokhono akashi jonaki dekhechho ? Dekhoni, dekhte chaoni, ekhon dekhe nao, du chokh bhore dekhe nao, kemon miti miti jolchhe nibchhe. Chad-take dekho, kemon moharanir moto akashi jonaki shokhider alor khela dekhchhe.” Tomake ekhon thik Jibanondo Das-er Bonolota Sen-er moto opurbo shundor dekha jachchhe. Shotyee opurbo shundor karukarjomoy mukhosri tomar. Mone hoy Michael Angelo ar Leonardo Da Vinci dujone mile jeno hajar bochhor dhore ektu ektu kore tomake gore tulechhe. Venus ba Madona-o tomar shoundorjer kachhe har menechhe. Raat ekhon onek, dhire batash boichhe, tomar dighol kalo chulgulo batasher shathe lukochuri khelchhe, oshanto batash jotoi oder dhorte chaichhe, totoi ora opurbo shundor bhongimay bak niye eriye jachchhe. Tomar chulgulo ekhon jeno brindaboner shoto shokhi, opurbo sundor kunjolota shorir bak niye niye priyo sporsho eriye jaowar chhole priyotomo-ke aro unmatal kore dichchhe. Ashole ora sringar jane. Jouboner shoriri milonke ora upobhog korte jane. They know how to drink love to the lees.

Tomar sharir achol dekho kemon duronto hoye uthchhe. Batash ki hotath jore boichhe, oki tomar ononyo shoundorje mugdho hoye metal hoye jachchhe. Batash nishchoi tomake lal mohuar ful mone kore matal kora mohuar shwad nite unmatal hoye gechhe. Tomar sharir acholtake shoriye dite chaichhe. Batasher ki dosh bolo, tomake ekhon shotyee ekta shodyo fute otha lal mohuar ful-ee mone hoy. Tomar shara mukhe ekhon ojosro tarar fuljhuri khela korchhe. Govir shagor neel du chokhe Dhrubo Tarar dyuti. Your eyes are sparkling and radiating heavenly glow. Ektu ager shei anmona bhabta ar nei. Tumi jeno tomar chiro ochena shoundorjer paprigulo ekta ekta kore mele dhorchho. Ami tomar hat dhora, tomar anguler fake fake amar aongulgulo. Tumi ami dujon dujonke dhore achhi. Ke kake obolombon kore achhi ta bujha jachchhe na. -“Cholo Amin, okhantay ektu boshi.” Osfuto konthe bolle tumi. Chhader thik majh borabor koekta mota mattress bichhano ache, okhne onyanyo flat-er meyera emonee jyotsna rate golpo gaaner ashor jomay. Amar ki holo nijei janina, tomake pajakole tule nilam. Tumio duhate amake joriye nile.” - “Amin, tomar koshto hobe na, amar ojon kom noy.” - “bhalobashar manusher kono ojon thake na, era pakhir komol paloker motoi snigdho-ojonhin dyutimoy.” Matresse boshe tomar matha amar kole tule nilam, - “Ekhon mon bhore tumi akashi jonakider dekho, ami shudhu tomakee dekhte thaki, jotokkhon hridoyer

trishna na mete. Jodio jani, e trishna kokhonoi mitbe na. ” Tumi heshe diye bolle, “shob purush-ee prothom prothom emon bole, tar por thikee ekdin trishna mite jay, porityakto hoy meyeta, ek shathe thekeo jeno onek dure bash kore.” Bollam, “Tomar ovigyota achhe dekhchhi.” You jumped on me like spring, Tomar komol haate eker pore ek halka kiil dite thakle amar buke, bolle, - “ amin, tomake moja dekhachchhi, kemon lagchchhe amar ovigyota. Ekta shujog peyei chimti kete dile.” Ami tomake buke joriye nilam. Tumio sthir hoye amake joriye dhore roile. Tomar du hat kromei amake aro jore joriye dhorchhe. Onekkhon por tumi mukh tule amar dike cheyei dekhle ami tomar dikei cheye achhi. Tumi drishti anoto kore nile. Lojja pele ki ? Tumi dhire dhire badhon chhere diye amar kole matha rekhe shuye porle. Ami bollam, - “Bolechhilam tumi nijeke hariye felbe. Shundor mone prokritir shundor maya emoni moher srishti kore, tumi agey jante na. Na na, uthte cheo na, thako emni bhabei, khoti nei, tumi nijeke hoyto notun kore abishkar korte parbe ei jyotsnar shagore dub diye otha shoundorjer majhe. Nijeke discover korar, explore korar er cheye bhalo shomoy ar pabe na. Tomar drishti ekhon akash theke neme eshchhe, amar mukher upor tomar du chokh sthir hoye achhe. Ki bujhte chaichho meye ? Thik dhorechho, ami tomakei dekhchhi etota shomoy dhore, shara jibon emni kore dekhte thakleo dekhar trishna mitbe na. Tumi ek ononyo manobi, srishtir adim maya tomar shorbo onge fute achhe.

Jotota na moho jagao tar cheye onek beshi jagao bhalobashar snigdho abesh. Kamona nei ta noy, tobe she kamonay jala nei, achhe prithibir shob rup rosh gondho sporsho onubhober hridoy akul kora ahoban. Tumi ki bujhte parchho, tumi dhire dhire jege utchho, ektu ektu kore Cupid egiye ashchhe tomar dike. Cupider lokkhyovedi arrow tomar komol buker sporsho kamonay chhute ashchhe. Oi jah, tomar komol buk o thikee khuje peyechhe. Tomar golap papri thote thor thor kepe kepe uthchhe. Tomar du hat abaro amake aro beshi kore joriye nichchhe. Tomar du hat amake tomar kachhe, aro kachhe tene nichchhe. Tomar uttopto nihshash amar chokhe mukhe jhoro haowar moto jhapta marchhe. Govir nihshshe tomar komol buk uthchhe namchhe. Amar buke tomar kamor jore chepe boshchhe. Tumi adim bonyo manobi ekhon, prokritir adim rup tomar shara shorire sposhto hoye uthchhe. Prochondo jhor boye jachchhe tomar shara mone, ar tar abesh chhoriye porchhe tomar opurbo shundor shorire. Michel Angelo, Leonardo Da Vinci kono meyer bhalobashar shoriri abeger prokash, oshadharon adimtomo shoundorjer dekha paay nee kokhono. Pele oder chitrokolpo onek govirotomo rup peto. Asholei bodh hoy kono meyer shob shoundorjo bhashay ba chitre futiye tola shombhob noy, proti muhurte oi shoundorjo etotai bikoshito hoye othe je ta dhore rakha shombhob hoy na. Amar buke mukh lukiye nijer lojja lukate chaichho tumi. Ei jah, jhor jhor kore hotath brishti eshe gelo. Ami uthte chaitei tumi bolle, “na thak aaj mon bhore brishtite vijbo. Brishtite veja meyer shoriri rup

dekhechho kokhono ? Aaj dekhe nao pran bhore.” Tomar thote dushtumi hashi, du chokhe tarar jhilik. Ami obak hoye dekhchhi tomake, ki oshadharon meye tumi, kemon onayashe eto shundor kore nijeke mele dhorte paro. Ojhor dharay brishti porchhe, tomar chokhe mukhe gale, buke pithe kadhe. Vije jachchhi amio. Mukh tulechho tumi, onimesh cheye achho amar mukher dike. Hashi mmukhe bolle, “ jala dhorchhe ?” Bollam, “na shitol hochhi.” Bolle, “ Brishti veja shorire jama thakle thanda lege jabe.” Nipun hate amar jamar botam khule felle, hater cuff-link duto khule jama chhariye nile. Jamar niche undergarment na dekhe bolle, “ki byapar, tumi undergarment poro na.“ Bollam, pori, tobe aaj taratarite pora hoy ni.“ Heshe uthle tumi, janina keno. Tar por bolle, “ki holo, amar-o toe thanda lagte pare, tops khule dao. Dujonei topless hoye brishtite vije nei.” Ami shotyee tokhon obak hochchhi. Brishtite vije tomar shorirer protiti bak shorgiyo abha chhorachchhe. Thin blousr niche bra-r cut sposhto. Brishti veja blouser botam khulte shomoy lagchhe, Tumi amar dike cheye achho, thoter kone rohoshyomoy hashi. -“ Boro anari manush tumi, er agey kono meyer blouse bra kholonii ?” - “Na, she shujog hoynii, hleo khultam kin a janina.” Brishtir shitolotay-o tomar nihshash uttopto. Blouse khule brar hook khultei duhat ucho kore dhorle tumi. Ami blouse bra chhariye pashe rekhe tomar dike takiye dekhi, e ki oshadharon mohoniyo rup. Tomar shara shorire ekhon brishtir fota gulo tomar shoundorjoke aro mohoniyo kore tulchhe. Unmukto breast-e brishtir fota pore goriye porchhe dhire dhire, jeno brishtir

fotagulo tomar breaster sporsho chhere jhore jete chaichhe na. Tomar kadh beye gal beye ghono kalo bhru beye brishtir fotagulo porchhe bhalobashar abege driro hoye otha breast-er upor. Breast-er upor theme thakar protijogitay nemechhe ora. Thik jemni shishir fota shochho shundor dighite fute thaka golapi podmer upor jome thake. Bhromo kalo nipples-er upor koyek fota brishtir fota boshe ache. Ami thot ektu fak kore dhire dhire jeev bariye brishtir fota shushu nilam. Tomar nipple ektar por ar ekta amar mukhe chole elo. Much shoriye anlam ami. Tomar pithe kadhe bahute hat buliye dichchhi. Tomar mukh du hate dhore golap papri thote chumu diye bollam, - “Koto shundor hote paro meye !!” Tumi amar du hat duto tomar buker upor rakhle, bolle, - “lojja pachchho ? Ador koro amake, ami onek ador chai.” - “Na, bhoy pai.” - “Bhoy pao, keno ?” Obak hole tumi. - “Ami toe pran bhore onubhob korchhi tomake. Tumi nijeke notun kore discover korechho aaj. Tomake explore kortei chai, nijeke notun kore onubhob korbe tumi. Ekhon amar mone shuddhu tumi, shorir joriyeo shudhu tumiee thako. Ami jani amake, tumi tripti pabe, proshanto hobe, tar pore ek shomoy bolbe, Purushgulo emonee, er jonyoee tomake chhade enechhilam Tomar hashi badh bhanga sroter moto uchcho kontho holo, tumi bolle, - “ Bolboi toe, eksho bar bolbo, tar por-o tomakei chai, ekhonee. Amar aro govire tomake onubhob korte chai. Tomar bhalobashar abeg dekhte chai, abeger shokti

dekhte chai. Tumi amar rag dekhbe, kotha shunbe, tar por-o amake buke dhore rakhbe. Tobei na tomar bhalobasha bujha jabe. Ami tomaree thakbo, ei buke tomakei joriye rakhbo. Dekho, amake, onubhob koro prokrito bhalobashar ononyo onubhuti. Prochondo jhor jemni porom ullashe komol lotake buke niye dol khay, temni amake atmar ullasher dolaay dolao, Let me feel deep in my heart and soul and body the rejoice of the soul and let me echo it in my moans. Tomar probol borshone shikto hoye proshanto hoi ami.” Tumi amake ek jhotkay buke tene nile, matresser upor goriye porle tumi amake buke niyei. Kokhon brishti theme gechhe janina. Ami shudhu tomake cheye cheye dekhchhi. Tumi amar kole matha rekhe shuye achho. Dhire dhire uthe boshle tumi, bolle, “Amin, tumi oshdharon romoni mohon purush. Eto ador jano, meyeder protiti move tumi eto bhalo jano ! Meyeeder shorirer protiti bake tomar eto komol hate eto anondo dayee sporsho kora kothay shikhle ? Ki kore janle eto shob, bolbe ki ?” - “ I know, we both lost our virginity now. Inexperienced we are. Kintu amar mone hoy kauke bhalobeshe dekho, bahlobashar cheye boro kono teacher nei, guide nei, Tomar bhalobasha tomake shob shikhiye dey. Tobe meyeder shorir niye poralekha onek joruri, na hole ek shomoy trishna mite jay. Ar meyeder shorirer protiti bak-er rohoshyo jana thakle proti rat bashor rat hoy, mrityur dineo trishna mete na. Bishwash koro shona meye, meyeder kono boyosh nei. Meyera joubon theke chirodin ekeee rokom thake, shudhu purushtake ta rakhte jante hoy.

Ar Ovigyotar proyojon hoy na bahlobashay. Bhalobashar cheye boro kono proshanti nei.” Tumi jano toe, “Romonir mon Shohosro borsher shokha shadhonar dhon” Heshe bollam, “lecture diye fellam, tai na.” Pakhir kolo kakoli ar bhorer abchha alo fute uthchhe. Ami veja jamatai pore nilam, tumi sharitake ek pak joriye nile.Tomar hat dhore shiri bhenge bhenge dujone neme ashchhi. Tumi tokhono amar dike cheye achho. - “shiri dekhe cholo, noile hochot khabe.” - “Amin, ami shara jibon jane bujhe dekhe shune hochot khabo, tumi shara jibon amar pore jaowa theke dhore felo, buke tule niyo. Amar shwadhin pakhir moto thakbo, tumi amar bashay uki dite bhul koro na. Ekdin tomake na pele, keep in mind, my rose petal lips will turn into long hard sharp beaks. Dekhbo tomar bhalobashar shokti koto.” - “ek jibon noy, hajaro jibon tomake buke dhore rekhe hochot khaowa theke agle rakhbo. Baji dhoro na, tokhon snickers amiee pabo.” - “Ishshshshshshsh, kere nebo na emon bujhle keno.” Ek doure tumi nijer ghore. Ami pichhon theke dekhi, shotyee ononyo manobi tumi, opurbo shundor, ami shara jibon e shoundorjo dekhe dekheo er shesh dekhte pabo na.

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