অধ্যায় একশো ঊনষাট: ঝাং গ্রাম
"দadumsa, e ki Zhang jiachun ba? Kono ghotona ghoteche ki?"
Fang zelin e kothae sune chol-le jayni, borong sei byaktike sahajjo kore gramer bhetore niye jete laglen.
Fang zelin ke na gie sekhane dariye thakte dekhe, buror mukhe sathe sathe ekti biraktir hasi fute uthlo, "Jete bolechi to chole jao, tumi eto eghe keno?"
"Ei jayga ti ye Zhang jiachun sotti, kintu tomar moto kono byakti ekhane thakar kotha noy."
Buror emon uddigno rupti dekhe, Fang zelin bujhe gelen je grame nischoy e kono ghotona ghoteche.
Tini matha niye bolen, "Dadumsa, tahole ami apnake bhetore niye jai, tarpor ami chole jabo."
Buro e kotha sune ektu sasti pelen, akasher dike takiye dekhlen, "Tahole to tomar taratari chole jawa uchit, ajkaler jamanay rate rasta cholajora kora bhalo noy."
"Sunechi ajkal rastay nirapotta nei..."
Buro kisuokkhon bhabte laglen, Fang zelin bujhlen je buror mon bhalo, tai tini chupchap shunte laglen.
Buroke ekti kureghore niye jawar por, charpase takiye Fang zelin-er bhuru kunchke uthlo.
"Dadumsa, apni ki ekhane thaken?"
Ekti najorei dekha jachhe je ghorer obostha khub-e kharap.
Matir deyal, chade matro kichu kher dewa.
Kherer fank diye alor chita ghorer bhetore porche, bristi namle e kherer chade ki kore bristi rodh hobe?
"Hae, tomar hasar moton-e byapar."
Buro hathuri diye theke pashe bosen, tarpor Fang zelin-er dike ektu haslen.
"Dadumsa e ki bolchen, ami apnar ghor ta meramot kore di."
Fang zelin bole, uttorer opeksha na kore, taratari kaje lege gelen.
Grisme bristi hoy, thikmoto meramot na korle bristi te ghor duve jabe.
Hater jinispotro kom thakay, Fang zelin ekta ruror rupar mudra ber kore, gramer bashukkar kach theke kichu soronjam kine nilen.
Hathurir sabde ghorer chad abar notun kore toiri holo.
Grame notun mukher agomone grambasider chokhe podlo.
Lokjon dure dariye dekhlo je Fang zelin chader upor uthe kaj korche, sobar chokher drishti ektu obhuto chilo.
Ei somoy Fang zelin lakhyo korlen je e grame matro kichu briddho byakti bachen, kono sisu ba bachha ke dekha jacche na.
"E ki byapar?"
E byapar ti lakhyo kore Fang zelin bhuru kunchke niye mone mone obak holen.
Ghor meramot sesh kore Fang zelin chad theke neme aslen.
Namar sathe sathe buro khub byakul hoye bollen, "Tumi je bolle taratari chole jabe, ekhon to sondha neme asche, tumi ekhon ki kore jabe?"
Fang zelin charpase takiye dekhlen shurjo dobe jabar pothe.
"Kono somossa nei, ami Zhang jiachuner ekhane ek rat ghumabo, jodi ghor na thake, ami baire matite ghumabo, winter to noy je thanda lagbe."
Tini dekhte chan je Zhang jiachune ashole ki hocche, emon obosthay ki kore chole jaben.
Fang zelin-er kotha sune buro niropay hoye gelen.
"Tumi rate amar ekhane thako, ekhane theko, ami onnoder kach theke kichu khabar niye aschi."
"Dadumsa beshi koshto korben na, amar kachhe kichu roti ache."
Fang zelin taratari bolen, buror eto daridro obostha dekhe tini khabar niye aro koshto dite canni.
Buro thothor piche takiye Fang zelin ke dekhlen, tar gombhir mukti dekhe ektu bhabnar por matha nodlen.
"Thik ache, gramer lokjon o tomake obhirthona debar moto kichu dite parbe na, tomar kachhe thakle bhalo."
Bolar por buro ebong gramer onnanno lokjon chole gelen.
Obhuto, ki sobe mile khabar khaben?
Mone hocche kono boro bisoy niye alochona korche.
Sobai ke kono bisoy niye kotha bolte dekhe Fang zelin-er mone sondho holo.
Baire keu na thakay Fang zelin ghor theke beriye piche piche cholen.
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"Na, ei byaktike choya jabe na! E to e ghotonar sathe jukto noy, apnara ki kore etar upor hat tulchen?"
Thakurghore, jolto modome alor shadhay sobar chaya lamba hoye gechilo.
Chaya gulo narte narte mone hochhilo jeno rakkhosher nach.
Fang zelin kachakachi giye thakurghor theke asha sabd gulo sunte pelen.
E sabd sune Fang zelin-er bhuru kunchke uthlo.
"Tar ekta baire lok more jawa, gramer onnanno manush more jawar cheye onek bhalo!"
"Sotti, bhabo, se ekjon baire lok, amader chinta korte hobe amader gramer manushniye."
Kajia shuru holo, tar sathe kasher sabd o aschilo.
"Apnara ki sotti bhabchen je evabe bar bar lok pathale apnader bachhara benche thakbe?"
Buro kichu bar kasle, tarpor gombhirshore bolen, "Mone hochhe toder sobar ekdin ekta o haddor thakbe na."
Kotha sesh howar sathe sathe keu ekjon chille uthlo, "Zhang buro, tomar to kono bachhai nei, tumi amader moner kotha ki kore bujbe? Jodi ektu somvabona thake, tobeo amader chup thaka chole na!"
"Sotyi, ghorer bhetore je royeche se to tomar bachha noy, tumi kastho pachho na, kintu se amader bachha!"
Obhijoger sabd shuru holo, jar fole modomer alo aro beshi narte laglo.
Fang zelin kache dariye ghorer bhetore kotha shune bhuru kunchke fellen.
"Bachha?"
Kichukhon age grame kono bachha dekha jayni.
Evabe dekhle mone hocche kisu ghotona ghotse.
"Ah, tahole aj rate ami e jabo, ami to ekaki buro manush, boyos hoyeche, apnara to age thekei amar upor nokor rakhechilen."
Zhang buro lathi diye dariye gombhirshore bolen.
Gramer eto boro ghotonar por o keu take baire pathaini.
E porjonto asha mane lokjon-er ektu holeo doya chilo.
Kintu e doya beshi din thakbe na.
Zhang buro mone mone bujhlen, kintu tar to keu nei.
Ajke e notun chele ti eseche, take tar pochhondo hoyeche, tarpor o take rokhsha korar ichha chilo.
Thakurghore, sobaike e kotha sune chup kore thakte dekha gelo, keu kichu bollo na.
Asol kotha, ajke tara age thekei buroke nie bhabchilo.
Sobar poribare lok ache, keu keu chatchhe na tar poribarer keu jak.
Kintu Zhang buror kono sontan ba bou nei.
Take bachle, se jodi birodh o kore, e boyoshko manushke tara sahajei harete parbe.
Kintu ekhon, se nije jete chai, tahole to aro bhalo.
Taraye khun korar apod theke beche jabe.
"Zhang buro, e to tumi nije jete chaichho, amara to tomake badhy korini!"
Pasher keu ekjon asanti niyeo e kotha bollo.
Zhang buro kichu na bole lathi diye dorjar dike chole gelen, onnanno lokjon sathe sathe tar piche chole gelen.