Khub rod chilo sedin.surjo chilo thik mathar opore.topto rode tokhon sobar navissas uthche.megh korlo, jhor uthlo, bristi holo...vebechilam futi fata mati te jol pore seta ektu sikto hobe, pran fire pabe, kintu sei jhore sob dhongso hoe gelo,bristi te sob sikto holo bote,kintu r rod uthlo na....tai sob siktoi theke gache akhono...alo chai, chlorofil chai...."bristi tui bebak vule,jhore porli amar sunno mone,bristi tui bolte paris, koto ta oke vejate paris,bristi tui jhorli jokhon, or mon sikto tokhon."......grisso chole jachhe, ebar borsha asar pala.....kintu sei bristir jole vijte chaini bole mathai chata khatiechilam, kintu tai bole ki borsha mukh ghuriye chole jabe? prokritir niyom bodle jabe?se r asbe na amake vejate? karon aj r ami mathar opor chata dhorte chaina. aj ami sei bristi te vijte chai,,joler prottek ta bindu k ami onuvob korte chai....chokh bondho kore,2hat prosarito kore,akaser dike mukh tule, sunno e buke....
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