Biday belay mon jokhon nishupto hoye gelo, hothat mone porlo, prothom shei hath ta amar hath er upor ese thekechilo ekdin. Moner udarota aswababhik vabe bere giyechilo shei prothom sporshei. Bortomane se hath oshoriri. Hoyto ache, onno kono hath er upor. Shei shob smritigulo ke vulbar chesta korao britha, kenona jodio ei chitter bishal shomudro ekhon porinoto hoyeche chotto ek oasis e, tobuo tar govirota ekhono roye geche. Tokhon rhidoyer akash chilo shomudrer motoi neel ebong choturdik ramdhonute ghera, othocho ekhon kalo megh doittyer moto ese aastana gereche. Ekhono raater bela onek shomoy moner bhranti te shei oshoriri hath amar hath er upor shishir veja ghash er moto sporsho kore, kintu porokkhonei seta kothay jeno miliye jaye. Tokhon I mone hoy, ekhuni jeno shorire bishforon ghotbe mathar vetor lukiye thaka manob-bomay. Mon ei jibon ke ek nokol porjaye niye jaowar chesta kore. Erpor aaro mone holo, shottie amar rhidoy ki kach er rhidoy? Eto taratari shei hath ta venge diye gelo? Naki amar ei mon i opodarthotar shima periye gechilo.! Shey shob katha baad dilam. Kintu ekhon shottie mone hoy, ei bortoman e bere chola ‘ovinito romance’ er jug chhariye chole jai shei aadim juger monche, jekhane gelei rhidoy abar ei obhinito prem-bhalobashar hathchanir badha katiye ullashe mete othe. Theatre e ovinoyer shonkhar pashapashi bere choleche rhidoy vangar ovinoy, ja porobortikal e manob jati ke transform korte pare ek rhidoyhin jib e, ja pure jaowa jibashher shoman. Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.
Saturday, 26 June 2010
HARIYE GELO SE PASH THEKE.... tarpor....
Biday belay mon jokhon nishupto hoye gelo, hothat mone porlo, prothom shei hath ta amar hath er upor ese thekechilo ekdin. Moner udarota aswababhik vabe bere giyechilo shei prothom sporshei. Bortomane se hath oshoriri. Hoyto ache, onno kono hath er upor. Shei shob smritigulo ke vulbar chesta korao britha, kenona jodio ei chitter bishal shomudro ekhon porinoto hoyeche chotto ek oasis e, tobuo tar govirota ekhono roye geche. Tokhon rhidoyer akash chilo shomudrer motoi neel ebong choturdik ramdhonute ghera, othocho ekhon kalo megh doittyer moto ese aastana gereche. Ekhono raater bela onek shomoy moner bhranti te shei oshoriri hath amar hath er upor shishir veja ghash er moto sporsho kore, kintu porokkhonei seta kothay jeno miliye jaye. Tokhon I mone hoy, ekhuni jeno shorire bishforon ghotbe mathar vetor lukiye thaka manob-bomay. Mon ei jibon ke ek nokol porjaye niye jaowar chesta kore. Erpor aaro mone holo, shottie amar rhidoy ki kach er rhidoy? Eto taratari shei hath ta venge diye gelo? Naki amar ei mon i opodarthotar shima periye gechilo.! Shey shob katha baad dilam. Kintu ekhon shottie mone hoy, ei bortoman e bere chola ‘ovinito romance’ er jug chhariye chole jai shei aadim juger monche, jekhane gelei rhidoy abar ei obhinito prem-bhalobashar hathchanir badha katiye ullashe mete othe. Theatre e ovinoyer shonkhar pashapashi bere choleche rhidoy vangar ovinoy, ja porobortikal e manob jati ke transform korte pare ek rhidoyhin jib e, ja pure jaowa jibashher shoman.
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