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Prem Achhe, Priya Nei
Author: Parikshit Halder
Raat ta chhilo onek nishchup. Baire brishti porche, chhoto chhoto boondh gulo jeno mone hoy kono purono golper kotha bolche. Ar oi brishtir modhye boshe chhilo Arindam—hate ekta purono diary, chokh bhora onek na bola kotha.
Sei diary ta chhilo tar jiboner sobcheye mulloban jinis. Karon, er modhye chhilo Priyar chhoya… Priyar hashi… aar tar shathe katano protita muhurto.
Arindam aar Priya—dujon chhilo school thekei bondhu. Bondhutto theke aste aste ja hoy, seta tader majheo hoye gechhilo. Kono din tara "bhalobashi" bole ni, kintu tader chokh, tader byabohar, sob kichu bole dito—tader modhye prem chhilo.
Priya chhilo onek simple meye. Tar chhoto chhoto shopno chhilo—ekta chhoto bari, ek cup cha, aar pashe Arindam. Ar Arindam chhilo tar puro duniya.
Kintu jibon sob somoy golper moto hoy na.
College e dhukar por tader jibon aste aste bodle jete laglo. Arindam tar career niye onek byasto hoye gelo. Priya chhilo, kintu she bujhto—Arindamer shopno tar thekeo boro.
Ekdin brishtir modhye Priya bolchhilo,
"Arindam, tumi jodi kokhono amake hariye felo, tumi ki amake mone rakhbe?"
Arindam hashe bolechhilo,
"Pagli, tumi amar theke kothay jabe?"
Priya kichu bole ni, sudhu ekta hashi diye chhilo. Sei hashir moddhe chhilo onek koshto… ja Arindam tokhon bujhte pare ni.
Din kete gelo. Kotha komte laglo. Dekha howa bondho hoye gelo. Ar ekdin… Priya chole gelo—kono kotha na bole, kono obhiman na dekhie.
Sudhu ekta chithi rekhe gelo—
"Arindam,
Tumi amar sob chhile. Kintu ami chai na tomar shopno amar jonno bondho hok. Tai ami jacchi. Jodi kokhono amar kotha mone pore, takhon hasbe. Karon tomar hashi amar sobcheye boro shanti."
Sei din theke Arindamer jibon bodle gelo.
Se bujhte parlo—Prem thakleo, sob somoy Priya thake na.
Bochor kete gelo. Arindam ekhon ekjon successful manush. Sob ache—taka, naam, somman. Kintu tar mone ekta shunnota roye gelo, ja konodin puron hoy ni.
Proti brishtir raate se sei diary ta khule boshe. Protita page e Priyar naam, tar kotha, tar hashi.
Ekbar Arindam cheshta korechhilo Priyake khujte. Kintu she jeno hawa hoye gechhilo. Kono trace nei.
Ekdin, ekta chhoto cafe te boshe chhilo Arindam. Brishti porchhilo. Hothat tar chokh pore ek meyer upor—meyeta ekdom Priyar moto haschhilo.
Tar mon ekbar dhore gelo. Se uthe giye meyetar kachhe gelo. Kintu kachhe giye dekhe—she Priya noy.
Sei muhurte Arindam bujhte parlo—Priya sudhu ekjon manush chhilo na, she chhilo tar onubhob, tar mone thaka ekta onubhuti.
Raat e bari fire abar diary ta khule. Tar chokh theke jol pore diaryr upor.
Se likhe—
"Priya, tumi nei, kintu amar modhye tomar jayga keu konodin nite parbe na. Ami aj o tomake bhalobashi."
Brishti barche. Batash jhorer moto boichhe. Kintu Arindamer moner moddhe sudhu ekta kotha ghurchhe—
Prem achhe, kintu Priya nei.
Jibone onek somoy amra bujhte pari na—je manush ta amader jonno sobcheye important, take amra kato ta neglect kori. Ar jokhon she chole jay, tokhon sudhu smriti thake.
Arindamer jonno Priya sudhu ekta naam noy, she chhilo tar jiboner shobcheye shotti golpo. Emon ekta golpo, ja konodin sesh hoy na.
Brishti thamle o tar moner brishti thameni.
Sei diaryr sesh page e Arindam likhe—
"Jodi konodin abar dekha hoy, ami ar tomake jete debo na. Kintu jani, seta sudhu golper moddhei sombhob."
Raat sesh hoye shokal holo. Surjo uthlo. Notun din shuru holo. Kintu Arindamer jibon ekhono sei jaygay atke ache—jekhane Priya chhilo.
Se bujhe geche—
Kichu prem thake, kintu shei premer manush ta thake na.
Tai to—
Prem achhe… Priya nei.
Author's Thought (40 words):
Bhalobasha sudhu pawa noy, haranor moddheo tar shotti royeche. Jara thake na, tarao amader moner moddhe chirodin thake. Smriti holo shei jayga, jekhane prem kokhono sesh hoy na, sudhu rup bodlay.
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