Bigrohopal ki tar Joubonoshree ke chhere etodin thakte parto? Difficult question.
Tarpor? Kal raate shona aha aaji e basante...mon pran jure achhe...kaaj (ta se jatoi biroktikor hok) korchhi...r gun gun kore gaan o gaichhi...hathat dustu buddhi jaglo...
o aage ekbaar coffee khete esechhilo...tapor ki bhebe cup ta coffee m/c er pore rekhe chole galo...
keno kachhe asho? keno michhe haso? kachhe je ashito se to ashite na chaye?
Mone proshno...kaaj...gaan...jal khaoa...baddo gala shokay ekhane...
minute 20 bade phire elo...opore jekhane cha er saranjaam rakha thake...okhane khut khut korchhe...dekhi jaler glass phaka...khanik apon mone haslaam...kapot rage..kapale karaghat o korlaam...tappor gelaam jal bhorte...
jaler m/c ta ektu ajab...r ami ki sotyi jal bhorte gechhi...mone takhon hajaar chinta...Sir Lancelot er saamne Lady of Shallot...ta ami jal bhorte bhorte bhule gechhi botaam ta tipe rakhte hoy...or dike takiye achhi...edike kathao bolchhi na...hathat kheyal holo jal para bandho hoye gachhe...phik kore hese aabar jal bhoray mon dilaam...emni samay o pashe eshe aste bollo..."Good Morning". Nijer moner anondo domiye ghadir dike mon dilaam..."Chalo morning hai"..."Morning hi hai"...ekei bole seyane seyane kolakuli (? ehum ehum) aah awaj diyo na...bolte cheyechhi aamra dujonei perfectionist...ekta mil to thakte habe naki?
Pupu to ar se Pupu nei...e holo rabindrik Pupu. Kintu ore aamar adorer Pupu, tor sab parichay pore...Fine Akkel aage... :( ki kukkhone KVR er mail esechhilo...joining Fine Akkel...jeebon tai sesh hoye galo...
Tai...jekhane background e bajar katha...ketechhe ekela biraher bela...chhokra ti keo ami dosh di na...se dibbi romantically i shuru korechhilo...dikhti nahi ho aajkal...bahut kaam hai kya etc etc...kintu tarpor Pupu shuru korlo Fine Akkel, and work...ohh...the busy me...
Coming to the chhokra...(bilkul jaise aap mere kaan mein bole...chhokri...abhi tak?) well...he's very intelligent. I being quite as much intelligent, admitted so much...hum ladkiyon mein via media bahut baat chaltihai...but jai balo ami sab maante pari...can't accept him as a womanizer...charming, definitely. But not playful.
Tabe ja bhoy dekhiyechho maa...r o tomaar pashe gheshbe na...baapre...aabar na ghyan ghyan shuru kore...ami tuk kore bole diechhi je ami chole jachhi...Nikhil bolchhe...anekta Pupe r baba r thami r style e...pathe naamo...nijer prem ke joy kore nao...kaaj nei baba...buri boyeshe bhimroti te...
Sukhe achhe jara...sukhe thak tara...sukher basanto...sukhe hok saara...
Dukhini naarir...nayaner neer...sukhijane jeno...dekhite na paye...
Going back to 1998 (flashback flashback...takhon ki jantum SSR editor habe aar aamar omon prem kahini ti purotai edit kore chhete phelbe? jadi tare nai chini go seki - Gora thakle baniye phelto ekta chadmo rabindrasangeet....se tomaake chinbe naki...jeebon ta je baroi phaki...jaanbe go...bujhbe go...)...uff baddo phichel hoechhi...aamar kora sashon darkar...
So going back to 1998, sejdi bhai er biye...26th Jan if I am not very mistaken...I watch...Dil To Pagal Hai...and worship the movie...or rather the dialogue..."woh mujhe batayega". And here comes the secret part. If someone gave a search of Fine Akkel and reached this page (karo aamar moto sense of humor achhe ki?), read no further...this is a girl's own world. DO NOT intrude.
It was pink at first...I wondered what it is. The entire discussion of "European" came up because of that strange drink...then it occurred to me...strawberry tea is it? "Cherry"...he said, "Cherry". The pink grew brighter. It somehow reminded me of the nasty stuff you loved. Ice peach tea. Yuk stuff totally...and how you loved it. I still believe you didn't marry me because I didn't drink that...your lady must have obliged you :@ ...so it was probably taking on that color...then it turned pretty reddish. He also said something pertaining to drinking blood. And then something brought to my mind "woh mujhe batayega"...uff baba Pupu sona...kato nyakamoi korte paro...
D'bhai you remember those dreams? Or visions...or impressions? Why did they seem so vivid? Is it only because I look for a respite? How many girls are there, who are this alone? Like me, like Assya, like the girls in Cecelia Ahern's novels...just looking for a life? Will they never come out of their shells? Demand what they deserve?
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