শৈশবের বন্ধু পর্ব ৪৪। "এটা নিশ্চয়ই ই ই বলেছে যে সে তোমাকে পছন্দ করে, হা হা হা।"

wei shu ki ekhono royeche, se ekta plastiker gilas niye jol nicche. take dekhe se soja hoye darae, bhuru ucie bole, "ami jodi tumi hotam, tobe ami paliye jetam."
"ki?" tar cheharay ektu sondheher chap.
"thik ponero minit..." se ghorir dike takalo: "dosh miniter modhye tumi jar name abedon korte cheyecho se ekhane ese tomake dhore niye jabe."
"tumi..." tar thot fashka fashke hoye gelo.
"ki? tomar torbari... ha!" hexi ekti agheter por tori sotorkotar sathe tane, kintu ete se ektu durbol hoye pore, baire theke mone holo tar shokti liu wuchener theke ektu kom.
ebr liu wuchener private room-ti sobar akorshoner kendrobindu hoye uthlo, shobai dekhte caicche je ashole kon shohoshi byokti shoto bongsho-er mukhyoke opoman korar shohosh dekhiyeche, tara ki maatha not korbe naki shes poronto lorai চালিয়ে jabe.
"ei toh, besh bhalo." gu chen shob shomoy mahfil thanda kore rakhte abhosto, majhe majhe kichu bolar proyojon hoy na, shudhu sha shi guang-ke tar pashe dekhte paoyatai ekta onek anander ebong utshob-mukhor byapar.
tara age bhabto je qin yang ekjon sadhok, banduk niye tader moto bhalo khelte parbe na, emon loraiy nischitvabe se here jabe, kintu bastob tader mukhe ekta sorkarer moto sotti thappor mere dilo.
red charm ekhon shudhu ei kothatai bolte pare. o-por-lok ba onnanno byapar somporke se kichui jane na, jokhon jun yan ei prastab diyeche, tobe ekhon kichu somoyer jonno tar nirdeshei cholei hobe, jodi-o tar mone lakh lakh obhiman chilo.
tarpor-o, shobcheye kharap folafol ekhon sha shi guang-er samne ese dariyeche. vobishyote je kono ghotonai ghotuk na keno, sha shi guang-er jonno seta bhalo kichui hobe.
barbor shoinikra boro puroshkarer lobhe jiboner moya chere durgo-er prachire uthe porche; durgo-rokkhok shoinikra jate barbor shoinikra prachire uhte na pare, tar jonno pranpon lorai kore jacche.
ei toh khub swabhavik bisleshon, tobe nijeer weiboj comment box-e, emon bisleshon ache, kintu ta khub-i kom.
ling xuan krodh o bhoy niye jun yan-er dike takalo, abar jun yan-er ocatka abirbhaber karon se bujhte parlo na ki bolbe, tar mon purotatai oshiromoy hoye chilo.
tokhon, birol poshhur shongpourno shorir fute uthlo, tar shorir shudhu mot motulba tin vager ek vag dokhol kore chilo, ebong nicher tin vager dui vag jure chilo lez, ekta kalo askhiye dhaka lez.
hothat duarer samne ekta go-gol shunte pelo, lo poribarer jarai kichuta somman ba podobi ache tara shobai byasto hoye baire doure gelo, dhusor vabe kichu duhkher kanna shunte paowa jacche.
tshongshonge, oushodher modhe uttejok upadan thakay, din ratri ghum naholeo klanti asbe na, ponchindrio prashosto hobe, drishti, shrobon, shad, ebong byatha anubuti shei onujayi briddhi pabe.
e-matro plane theke namha xiao yuebai, tar kompani-er washington branch dwara pradan kora notun gari niye airport theke shohor-mukhi express highway te gari calacche.
"o, amar priyo bondhu soul, manush roope fire ashar por tumi koto ta attobhishashi ebong shundor, tomar sathe jukto hote pere khub anondito." screen-e mike agor theke shesh poronto shobuj hoye royeche.
"asholei obishwasho! shingm-an." panch nombor bhoyonkor vabe uttor dilo, ekta chongna diye chillar, dekha gelo akash-jora shonali alo lo tian-er dike biropho tiyer moto chure marlo, jeno koyekti torbari, shudhu lo tian-er jhoro hawa bhed kore tar shorir birodh biddho kore jacche.
kotha sesh kore, cheng zhiqiang tar oniccha shotteo take abar chap dite na diye, uthe khabar table boshe khabar khete shuru korlo. lin xiuhe daat chepe, kichu khon dariye, tarpor hashi mukh kore giye boshlo.
ajker moto emon shora-sori angul tule dosh dewa, khub-i kom ghotey, bishesh kore baba ma-er samne to arei na.
tar mone onek boro shongkolpo ba porikolpona chilo, kintu tar ei khunto shokti niye she bujhe uthte parchilo na kothay jabe, jar fole mon birokhto hoye uthlo, kintu nijer vaggo niye lo tian kakhono nirobhirom ba niras hoyni.
zhang yang thaler modhe oi holud bhat dekhe lobh somvar korte parlo na, chapti tule so-shori mukhe pure dilo.
xue jing-er gol-gol ekta shishu shorir, du’ti kalo ujjol joljole chokh, hashi dile thoter pase du’ti gobhir dimple fute othe, khub-i manoshik ebong priyo.
zhuang jing nei, ekhon liu jingyi ebong jingjing-er obostha dekhe mone hoy na tara emon vabe chole jabe. je shomoy chole jawar kotha chilo lo kumar-er, zhang sanchalok-er ek kothay, ulto se ekhane theke jawar ichha poshon korlo.