Deb, My Son, Tumi Ami aro sabai, emon aro koto atma prithibite nebe asi kintu amora jani na amader modhye ke parompitar sobcheye priyo. Aaj prai 60-er ghore boyos hote chollo. sei chhotto boyos tokhon hoyto, thik mone nei, 8- 9 bochhor boyos hobe. Khelar mathe tomar Babar songe porichoy. Porichoyer madhyom chhilo ekta lattu niye maramari. Sedinta chhilo shiter ek dupur. Mathe sports hochchhe. Onek lok charidike chhoriye chhitiye. Sports shese math jokhon prai faka hoye esechhe tokhon mathe pore thaka ekta lattu niye shuru holo duto bachcha chheler modhye karakari. Karakari jokhon prai maramarite pouchhe jabar moto holo tokhon charidike bhir hoye gachhe, sobai gol kore dariye moja dekhchhe, sei bhirer modhye theke ke jeno bollo, 'Ei lattu nibi, amar kachhe aai.' Mukh ghuriye dujonei dekhlam amader thekhe onek boro ekjon jar lattu se dariye achhe samne. Se mukhe hasi mekhe bollo, Ei lattuta kar? Tomar? bole amar dike takalo, tarpor ajker bondhu sediner chhoto chheletir dike takiye bollo,Tomar? Amra dujonei sedin chup kore chhilam. karon lattu duto amader karor na. Amra dujonei tokhono lattuta dhore rekhechhilam. Amader thekhe onek boro sei chheleta amader dujoner mathar chulguli nariye diye haste haste bollo, Eta amar lattu, bole amader dike takiye roilo. Amra dujonei tokhon bokar moto tar dike takiye lojja peye gelam. Tarpor tar hate lattuta tule dilam dujonei. Se lattuta hate niye bollo, Thik achhe, Lattu ke nebe hat tolo. Amra dujonei keo hat tullam na. Tarpor se abar bollo, amra chup kore roilam. Charpashe sobai poronto bikeler roddure dariye dariye diner sheser sera khela upobhog korchhe. Tarpor amar ajker bondhu sediner achena chhoto chheleti kono katha na bole pichhon fire hatte laglo. Ami bollam, Chole jachchho, lattu nebe na? Se amar dike takiye bollo, Ota amar lattu na. Amader theke boro sei chheleta amake bollo, Eta tumi nao. Ami bollam, Na, ota amar lattu na, ami nebo na. Boro chheleti bollo, Eta amar lattu, ami bolchhi tumi nao. Ami kichhu na bole oi chhoto chheletir chole jabar dike takiye roilam. Chheleti dekhte khub sundor r misti chhilo. Jeno ekta debshishu sorgo theke nebe ese amar moto ekjon manober songe lattu niye maramarir chhole khela kore gelo! Cheleti math chhere rastai uthe gelo. Sobai sedike takiye achhe. Ami oi boro chheletike bollam, Tumi lattuta oke debe? Chheleti amar dike mukh ghuruye takalo, tarpor uchu golai oi chole jaoya chhoto chheletike dak dilo. Chheleti fire takalo. Tarpor o kachhe asle oke bollo, Tumi lattu nebe, ami tomai dichchhi. Chheleti nebe bole hasi mukhe hat bariye dilo o lattuta nilo. Tarpor Boro chheletike bollo, Eta amar lattu? Boro chheleti hese bollo, Hain, Tomar. Tarpor hotat amar hatta tule dhore oi achena chhoto chheleti bollo, Tumi lattu nebe? Ami tomai dilam. Charpashe dariye thaka sobai anonde hattali diye uthlo. Ami hotat ghote jaoya ghotonai hotobak hoye gelam. Tokhono or hatta amar hate dhora. Ami hatta shokto kore dhore bollam, Tumi khub sundor! Tomar monta aro sundor! Tumi amar bondhu hobe? Muhurte poribeshta bodle galo. O amake joriye dhorlo. Joriye dhore bollo, Aaj theke amra bondhu! Sobai anonde hoi hoi kore uthlo. Sediner shiter poronto bikeler roddur emon ekta sera khela upohar dilo sobaike. Aajker moto sedin ato eter jongol chhilo na. Charpashe fa-ka-a-a bishal mathe eksonge onek shishu sedin nirmol hasite mete uthechhilo r tai dekhe hesechhilo antorjami Ishwar!!!!!
Sediner sei bondh ajo hete cholechhe dirgho poth 50 bochhor dhore hate hat miliye. Hat dhore ajo temni misti hese sundor mukher sei debshisu bole cholechhe 'Eta amar, ami toke dilam'!!!!! Sei S.Oaazed Ali-r bikkhato katha 'Sei Tradition somane cholechhe'-er moto! A Great Soul!!!! Porompitar priyo ek pobitro nirmol atma! Ek apurbo sundor debdut!!!!!
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