১০০৬: পুরুষ মানুষ, মৃত্যুর আগ পর্যন্ত বালকই থেকে যায়।
কথaya-proshonge, tibet-er manushjon chok ghurie takalen, dekhte pelen kushar moto nil abhe ranga ek rupoban jubok mist rohoshyomoy hashimukhe kuhasha bhed kore samnegiye aschhen.
tar pashe ar-o ekjon jubok haschhe, jar boyos matro atharo-unish bochor, mukhta hachhe golapful-er moto shundor, mukhe lege ache mridu hashi.
jubok-ti lamba kalo chul gulo ekta shundor khatoni diye bendhe dan kandhe fele rekheche, jate tar modhye ek dhoroner swadhin o udashin bhab fute utheche.
share tar porone chilo shilpo shailite ranga ek dhoroner kapor, jate chitra kora chilo ek dhoroner fuler naksha, komore chilo ekta khorger moto patla beel, r tar pashe golap ronger ekta paankha goja chhilo.
nil abhe ranga jubok-tir pichone ar-o tinjon shoktishali jubok chilo, tader chok gulo temple-er dike fira chilo, tokhon shompoorno temple-ti ekta sada aloy ghire gechhe.
dekha jachhe oneke jara nijer moner upor niyontron harie felechhe, tarai temple-e dhokar chesta korar sathe sathe ek dhoroner ajogya shoktir dwara thamiye dewa hocche.
ekti sada alor kiron berie ase, ebong tader chokkhupoloke shesh kore dei!
tsao ning nijer jeb theke ekta pancho ronge ranga boro guti ber korle, ebong alkae halka kore fele diye tar mukhe triptir hashi fute uthlo.
tar age iccha chilo je ei ishan gulo ke thikthak kore tarpor shorili-ta nebe, kintu ei shorili-ta khub-i mullyoban.
jodi eke kothao ekbundo roktolage, tobe ki eta ar kono kaje lagbe na?
ei shorilita jodi karjokor hye jai, tobe ke jane porerbar kobe paowa jabe?
tarpor-i se tsao ren ke dake, jate plaza-r charpashe shomosto boro sena shajie toiri rakhe, jate tibet-er manushjon shurakkshit thake.
ate kore lin buror-o kono khoti hoto na, kintu ke janto...
lin buru shidhosha shokti diye shoto foot uchu temple-er chura theke shidhe neme asbe, jeno keu tar praner shathey lorai korche...
amra ki emon keu je kotha rekhe cholte pari na?
tabu-o.
eta tsao ning-er mone ekta notun utsah jagiye tuleche, lin buru-er shakti kothay giye thame, ta dewar moto!
karon!
eta to shottikarer shoktir shesh sima, shoktir mukhobhumi!
prithibite shobcheye shreshtho shokti gulo er modhye ekta!
ei shoktir madhyome lin buru-er shadhonata ektukhani uchu shthare chole gechhe!
shokti diye kono kichu toiri kora shotti-i shundor, jokhon boro buddha-ke daka holo, tokhon tsao ning khub-i ovibhut hoyechhilo.
prithibite asar por eta shobcheye prothom dekhlam je keu tar uchu shthor theke neme kaj korche.
tsao ren akashe ghurte thaka shorili-r dike takie chilen, tar mukhe chinta o bhoyer chhap fute uthlo, ebong tar gola theke awaj ber holo:
"amar chhoto thakur go, ei jinish niye keu ki emon khela kore!"
eta bole she tar shorir ke apekha kore pashe sore daralo, jate bhoy-e shorili-r gaye kono matroka sporsho na lage...
tsao ning chara jodi keu ei shorili-r gaye hath dei, tobe eta noshto hoye jabe...
tsao ning eta shune tarpor guti ke nijer system space-e tule nilo.
charpashe thaka thambe jawa manushjoner dike angul diye jiggesh korlo:
"ren chacha, ei shokti koto khon dhore thakbe?"
tsao ren tar mukhe ekta obohela ranga hashi niye uttor dilo:
"beshi hole ponchoro minit, karon keu eta chaiche na, eta prithibier swabhavik niom ke bighito korche."
eta bole tar angul akasher dike tullo, ebong kisu ishara korlo.
tsao ning hashi mukhe matha nure uttor dilo:
"ponchoro minit? tobe shei to abarakh porjonto hobe!"
tobe ki keu eta chaiche na?
karon tara je shokti bebohar korchhe, eta toh ei prithibier noy!
tsao ren je shokti bebohar korlo, eta ei prithibier swabhavik niomer baire ekta boro shokti!
tibet-er manushjon tader kothabarta shune kichuta bujhlo...
tara plaza-r charpashe eta ki kore felechhe...
kintu bujhlo na je era bondhu na shatru!
jodi shatru hoy!
tobe tader mone ekta asohayotv chole asbe, amra ki kore...
karon tader shathey lorai korar moto shokti amader nei!
tsao ning shobar sathe mathar majkhane giye daralo, dekhte pelo lin-ji bejod hoye ekjon modhyoboyo byaktir kole shuye ache, tar chokh duto shanti-te bondho.
tar shorir theke mrittur abhas ber hachhe, tar praner shokti druto shesh hoye jachhe, jeno erporer muhurtei se pran harabe.
chong yu chokh tule lin-ji-r dike takiye thaklo, ebong gola kheye bollo:
"uni ebong tar age jini pagol hoyechhilen, dujonei khub bhalo."
tar bhanga shorire shobar rakshai tar jibon diye shobar shukher jonno lorai koreche.
chin-deshe tomader moto "uttoradhikari" thaka, eta shobcheye boro saubhagyo!
tsao ren eta shune tar abhimani mukhe ektu aschorjo fele chong yu-ke bollo:
"chong de, ami prithibite ei prothom dekhlam tumi karo emon prashangsha korch."
chong yu tsao wei-er dol-e ekjon alada byokti, karon she karo kachhe chatuwad kore na.
ar tar shwabhaw khub-i kathor, tar chokhe ektuo bhul sohyo hoy na, tumi je-e howo na keno...
jodi tumi ekta bhul koro, tobe she tomake thik shunae dibe!
chong yu eta shune mridu matha ghurie tsao ren-er dike takiye, gombhir vabe bollo:
"ami tmake-o chhoto bolar moto kore prashangsha korte pari."
tar pichone thaka xuchu ar dian wei eta shune hashi choke chepe dhoren, bhoe jate tader hashi ber na hoye jai.
keu bhebechhilo naki chong yu-o palta kotha bolte jane, tsao ren, jini hazar hazar bochhorer purono byokti, take "chhoto baccha" bola holo.
tsao ren-er mukhe ekta osru-r moto bhap ashlo, se tar thot ektktu kamre diye bollo:
"amar uchit chilona tomar sathey kotha bola!"
tarpor tar hat diye xuchu ar dian wei-er pete ektu guti mere, dat chepe bollo:
"hashi pele hasho! pete chepe rekho na, tomra dujon bhalo pahadar!"
dian wei ar nije ke teke rakhte parlo na, tarpor tsao ren-er kandhe thappor mere, zore hashi diye bollo:
"hahaha! tsao ren chhoto baccha, tumi ei shob shikkhito manushder shathey keno lafae jao?"
jekhon theke shei bhab-e manush der shathey golmal hoechhilo, tarpor theke se thik korechhe je ei shob shikkhito manushder sathe kom kotha bolbe!
xuchu to nije ke thamiyechhe, tsao ning-er kache giye mridu shwore bollo:
"malik, buror bondhu r bachiye rakha jabe na, jalok daaktar ke ebar dake nin."
tsao ning matha nurlo, kintu jalok ke dako ni.
borong tar jeb theke jalok-er dewa [megh-guti] ber korlo, jokhon guti-ta ber kora holo, tokhon shobar nake ekta shundor gandh elelo.
jeno bosonter shomoy gaach-er guri notun kore koli fular moto gandh...
tsao ning guti-ta hate niye mridu nuye lin-ji-r mukhe guti-ta diye dilo.
dekha gelo lin-ji-r buker opor je bhoyonkor churi-r dag chilo, tar opor barf-er moto ekta sthor jome giye nil ronge alok feliye dicche.
tarpor ta ektu ektu kore neme giye ekta shundor tokhon-er shorir fele dilo.
tar shorir theke mrittur shwabhaw chole gelo, tar praner shokti abar notun kore jege uthlo!
tsao ning-er chokhe aschorjo bhab fute uthlo, ei guti-ta sotti-i chamatkar, jalok daaktar-er toiri korar motoi!
ei guti-ta shob rokom rog thik korte pare, ebong bochhor bochhor dhore shorire lukiye thaka rogo-o bhalo korte pare.
isthan-ra beshir bhag long-jiu hoy na, karon baire onek beshi karon thake.
shadhonar karone shari fete jawa, ba lorai korar shomoy jibon-shokti noshto howa itadi.
shrestho daaktar-er shthor e pouchale, baire thaka ei shob karon bad diye, kamtoke shoto ponchoro bochhor bachha jabe.
lin buru-er boyos shoto tin bochhor, hisheb korle...
se ekhon matro ekjon modhyoboyo byokti.
tar ar-o charish bochhor bachha shombhabona ache.
tar age iccha chhilo je ei [megh-guti] lin buru ke diye dibo, ami chay na je buru fire asar por.
kaborer pashe kagoj porie, dukkho prokash kore, ekjon moru byoktir purono kotha bole katha bolte.
barong shobar shathe bhater table-e bose choto madhur modhye anondo kore purono diner kotha shmriti kora uchit.
kintu...
lin buru jodi ektu shanti-te nijer shakti dekhte chay, tobe take dekhte din!
karon!
manush shob shomoy-i ekjon chhoto chele thake!