Barite Chodon Sukh (Bangla Golpo)-2
Porer din jakhon ami aar didi balcony te danriye
chilam takhon didi amake jigesh korlo, “Bablu, kal raate amara aro ektu hole
dhara pore jetam. Amar bhishon lajja korchilo.” “Haan ami jani aar kal raater
por theke ami bhoshon lajjito. Tomar bra ta eto tight chilo je ami tomar braer
hook ta lagate parchilam na” ami didi ke bollam. Didi takhon amake bollo,
“hhan, amaro braer hook ta lagate hath pechone korte khoob obubide hochhillo
aar bhishon lajja korchilo.” “Kintu didi tumi to roz tomar bra ta paro, takhon
kemon kore hook lagao?” ami didi ke aste kore jigesh korlam. Didi bollo. “mane
amra roz roz …………” pher didi chup kore gelo bodh hoye bujhe giyechilo je ami
thatta kirchi tar por abar bollo, “tui eta pore bujhte parbee.”
Pher
ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi tomake ekta katha jigesh korbo?” Didi
phat kore bollo, “hhan, jigesh kor.” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, "tumi
samne hook deoa bra keno poro na?” Didi takhon muchki hansi henshe amake bollo,
“eta ekanto private bayapar. Ei proshnor ami kono jawab debo na.” Ami takhon
didi ke bollam, “didi, tumi jano je ami ekhon aar choto noyee tai tumi amake
bolte paro.” Takhon didi amta amta kore bollo, “kenona……..kenona……kono bishesh
byapar noe!! Haan, ekta karon hochhe je samne hook deoa braer khoob dam. Amai
chat kore didir ekta hath dhore bollam, “eta kono byapar noye. Tumi paisar
janno ghabrio na. Ami tomake jato paisa lage debo.” Amar katha sune didi muchki
hansee hense bollo, “acchha, tor kache bujhi anek pisa ache? Chal amake ekhuni
100 ta taka de.” Ami takhuuni amar purse ta bar kore didir hathe ekta 100 takar
note diye bollam, “nao, tomar katha moton ami tomake 100 ta taka dilam.” Didi
100 takar note ta phiriye diye bollo, “are na na, ami taka chai na. Ami to tor
thatta korchilam.” Ami taka ta abar didir hathe diye bollam, “ami kintu thatta
korchi na, ami kintu serious. Didi tumi na koro na aar ei taka ta amar kach
theke niye nao.” Didi khanik bhebe amar hath theke 100 takar note ta niye
bollo, “theek ache Bablu, ami toke dukkho dite chai na aar tai ami tor taka ta
niye nichhee. Kintu mone rachis je ami ei prothom aar sesh bar tor theke taka
nichhee.” Ami didi ke “thank you” bollam aar balcony theke Hall ghore jete
laglam. Bhetore jabar somey anmi didir kane kane bollam, “didi khali kalo
ronger braa kinbee. Amar kole romger bra ta beshi pachondi hoye.” Didi aktu
hense bollo, “shaitaan!! Tor dekhchee je didir undergarmenter protee khoob ekta
akorshon.” Amio hense didi ke bollam, “didi aro ekta katha mone rekho. Kalo
ronger braer songe kalo ronger panty tao kine neo.” Didi amar katha sune khoob
lajja peye gelo aar praye daure bhetore maar kache chole gelo.
Porer
din bikele didi nijer kono bondhur songe phone te katha bolchilo. Ami shunte
pelam je didi take niye market jete chai. Didir bondhu pore confirm korbe bole
phone ta rekhe dilo. Khanik pore ami didi ke ekla peye didi ke bollam, “didi,
amio tomar songe markete jete chai. Tumi ki amake tomar songe market niye jete
paro?” Didi khanik khon bhabar por amake bollo, “kintu Parho, ami to amar
bandhobeer songe katha bole niyechee aar se amar songe bikele markete jabe bole
amader bari asche. Tar oopor ami ekhuno maa ke bolini ki ami marketinge
jachhee.” Ami didi ke bollam, “theek acchhe, tumi giye maa ke bolo je tumi amar
songe bazare jachcho. Dekhbe maa razi hoye jabe. Tarpor amar baiyere giye tomar
bandhobee ke phone kore debo je marketing programme ta cancel hoye geche tar
aar asar darker neyee. Theek ache na?” Didi aste kore hense bollo, “haan, eta
theek ache. Ami giye maar songe katha bolchee,” aar didi maar songe katha bolte
chole gelo. Maa jeyee sinlo je didi amar songe market jacchhee, maa razi hoye
gelo.
Sei
din bikele ami aar didi eksonge kaporer bajar gelam. Market jabar somay buse te
khoob bhir chilo aar ami theek didir pechone danriye chilam tarjanno didir
pacha amar janghe te ghasa kha chhilo. Market teo khoob bhir chhillo. Ami sab
somey didir pechone cholchilam jate kono lok didi ke dhakka na marte pare. Amra
jakhono kono footpather dokane danriye kono jinish dekhchilam takhon didi amar
gayer songe lete danra chilo aar tar janno didir mayrr aar uru duto amar gayer
songe chunchhillo. Jakhon didi kono dokane danriye kono kapor dekhchilo to ami
didir pechone ga ghenshe danriye amar khara laura ta didir pacha te
chonachhillam aar kakhono kakhono didir pacha te hath buliye dichhillam. Amar
ei rakon korchilam aar bahana chilo bajarer bhir. Ami bhabhchilam je amar
seduction ta didi kichu bujhte parchena aar bhabhche bajarer bhirer janno ami
ei rakon korchee.
Ami
ekta jeaner dokan theke ekta jeaner pant aar duto T-shirt kinlam aar didi ekya
gulabi ronger salwar suit, garomer janno ekta skirt aar top aar duto T-shirt
kinlo. Amra markete aro khanik khon ghurlam. Eibar praye sondheye 7.30 beje
giyechilo. Didi amake sab thole gule dhoriye diye dilo aar amake bollo, “tui
ektu aage giye amar janno rukhe thak, ami ekhuni aschee” aar didi ekta
footpather dokaner dike chole gelo. Ami dokan ta bhalo kore dekhlam je ota
meyeder undergarmenter dokan. Ami muchki hansi henshe aage chole gelam. Ami
dekhlam je didir mukhta lajja te lal hoye giyeche aar se amar dike takiye
takiye dokandarer songe katha bolche. Khaink khon pore didi dokan theke phire
elo aar amar hathe ekta bag dhoriye dilo. Ami didi ke dekhe ekbar muchki
hanshlam aar kichu bolte jachhillam ki didi amake bollo, “tui ekhon kichu
bolish na aar chuchap amar cholte thak.” Amra chupchap cholte laglam. Ami
ekhuni bari jete chaichilam na aar ami didir songe ekla aro khakhon somaye kata
te chaichilam. Ami didi ke bollam, “didi chalo amara giye leker dhare bosi aar
bhelpuri khayee.” "Na, deri hoye jabe” didi amake bollo. Kintu ami didi ke
abar bollam, “are chalo na didi, ekhuno khali sondheye 7.30 bejeche. Aar amra
khanikkhon leker dhare bose bhelpuri kheye bari chole jabo. Tachara maa jane
tumi amar songe bajare eshecho, tai maa chinta korbe na.”
Didi
khanik bhebe bollo, “theek achche, chal leker dhare giye bosi.” Didi amar katha
te razi hoya te ami koob khushi hoye gelam aar amra dujone leke dike hente jete
laglam. Market theke leke jete praye dash minute lage. Amra aage giye ekta
bhelpuri walar kach theke bhelpuri nilam aar ekta joler botol kine nilam tar
por giye leker dhare boslam. Amra leker dhare pasa pasi paa choriye bose
chilam. Amader chardhare besh kichu jhop moton gach chilo. Leker dhare besh
thanda thanda hawa cholchilo. Ek kothaye somaye ta khoob romantic chilo.
Ami
aar didi bhelpuri khachhillam aar katha bolchilam. Didi amar ga ghense bose
chilo aar ami kakhono kakhono didir mukher dike dekhchilam. Didi aaj ke ekta
kalo ronger skirt aar ekta grey ronger dhile top pore chilo. Ek bar jakhon didi
bhelpuri khachhillo takhon khoob jore hawa dilo aar didir skirt ta uthe giye
didir uru duto khule porlo. Didi nijer khola uru duto dhakar janno kono tara
lagalo na. Didi aage roye shoye bhelpuri ta khelo aar hath ta tomale muchlo
tarpor skirt ta neeche kore seta ke payer modheye phansiye nilo. Amra jekhane
bose chilam sekhane besh andokar chilo, tobuo chander alo te ami didir kala
gacher moton lamba aar besh bhara bhara uru duto bhalo kore dekhte pelam. Didir
khola aar chander alote chomke thaka uru duto dekhe ami besh garam hoye gelam.
Jakhon didir bhelpuri sesh hoye gelo to ami didi ke bollam, “chalo didi, amra
giye oii baro jhoper pechone bosi.” “Keno” didi amake jigesh korlo. Takhon ami
didi ke bollam, “jhoper pechone amra aram kore boste parbo.” Takhon didi boolo,
“keno, ekhane ki amra aram kore bose neyee?” “Haan amra arame bose achchee,
tobe jhoper arale amader keu dekhte parbe na” ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe aste
kore bollam. Takhon didi akta mishtee hansee hense amake bollo, “Bablu, tui
anno loker chokher arale giye amar songe leno boste chas?” Takhon ami didir
ekta hath dhore didi ke bollam, “didi tumi jano je ami keno tomar songe anno
loker chokher arale giye boste chai.” Takhon muchki hansi hense bollo, “theek
achche, kintu khoob alpo someyer janno. Amader emnite deri hoye geche aar
amader bari phirte hobe” aar didi uthe baro jhop gacher pechoner dike hante
laglo.
Amio
taratari uthe sab bag gulo uthiye didir pechone pechone hanta shuru koe dilam.
Baro jhop tar pase aro ekta jhop gach chilo aar tate tar majh khane besh khanik
ta jayega khai chilo. Ami okhane giye dekhlam je ekhane bosle keu amader dekhte
parbe na. Ami giye sei jaygaye aage bag gulo rakhlam aar tar por bose porlam.
Didio eshe amar pase boshe porlo. Didi amar kach theke praye ek feet dure
boshlo. Ami didi ke amar aro kache boste bollam. Didi ektu sore eshe amar kache
eshe boshlo aar eibar amader kandh gulo chuunte laglo. Ami didir gala joriye
didi ke aro amar kache tene nilam. Ami khanik khon chup chap boshe thaklam aar
didir kaner kache mukh niye giye didi ke bollam, “didi, tumi bhishon sundor
hochho.” “Achha, Bablu eta ki theek katha?” didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe jigesh
korlo. Ami didir kane amar thonta lagiye didi ke bollam, “didi ami thatta
korchi na. Ami tomar janno pagol hoye achchee.” Didi make dhire kore bollo,
“Oh! Bablu………” Ami abar didi ke aste kore jigesh korlam, “didi, ami ki tomake
chumu khete pari?”
Didi
amake kichu bollo na aar nijer matha ta amar kandhe rekhe nijer chokh duto
bando kore nilo. Ami didir mukhta amar hath niye amar dike korlam to didi ekbar
chok ta khule amar dike takalo aar abar chokh duto bando kore nilo. Ami etokhon
didi ke joriye boshe boshe besh garam hoye giyechilam aar ami amar thont didir
thonter oopor rekhe dilam. Oh! Bhagawan, didir thont duto khoob rasalo aar
garam chilo. Jeye amar thont didir thonte chuunlo didir gala theke ekta
asposhto awaj berulo. Ami didi ke khanik khon dhore chumu khete laglam. Chumu
khete khete ami aro garom hoye gelam aar bujhte parlam je didio besh garom hoye
geche. Didi amar dan dike boshe chilo aar ami amar ekta hath diye didir baan
diker mayee ta dhore tipte laglam. Ami ekhane khoob aram kore didir mayee
tipchilam karon ekhane maa kono bhoye chilo na. Ami khanikkhon didir mayee
didir kaporer oopor theke tiplam tarpor amar ekta hath didir topser bhetore
niye gelam aar didir braer oopr theke mayee tipte laglam. Toper bhetor hath
dhukiye mayee tipte amar ektu asubidhe hochhillo tai ami tper bhetor theke hath
bar kore didi top ta komorer kach theke aste aste oopore othate laglam. Topta
book obdi tule ami abar theke didir duto mayee amar du hather muthote niye
tipte laglam.
Didi
amake rukh chilo aar ami kichu na sune didir mayee duto jore jore braer oopor
theke tipte thaklam. Didir mukh theke khali asposhto awaj beruchillo. Ami amar
hath ta didir peethe niye gelam aar braer hook ta khulte laglam. Jeye ami braer
hook ta khule delam to bra ta mayee theke jhule porlo. Didi ekhono amake kichu
bolchilo na. Ami hath duto abar aage niye eshe bra ta didir mayeer oopor theke
sariye diye mayee duto nengto kore dilam. Eibar ami prthom bar didir khola
mayee te hath lagalam. Jeye ami didir khola mayee te hath lagalam to didi ekbar
kempe uthlo aar amar hath duto nijer mayyer oopor chepe dhorlo. Ami eto khone
khoob garam hoye giyechilam aar amar laura ta khara hoye giyechillo. Ami eto
garam khe giyechilam je amar matha kaj korchilo na aar ami bhabchillam je didir
samne bose bose amar laura ta pant theke bar kore laura ta kheenche dee. Kintu
ami ekhon ekhane laura kheenchte marte pari na. Ami tai didi khola mayee duto
mutho kore dhore jore jore tipte laglam aar kachlate laglam. Kakhono kakhono
ami nipple gulo amar ungule modhhe niye nipple gulo chatkachillam. Nipple gule
etokhon tepa tipi te sakhto hoye danriye chilo. Nipple tepa te didi chatphat
kore uthchilo. Ami aro khanikhon didir khola mayee duto chatkanor por mukhta
neeche didir ekta mayeer bonta ta nijer mukhe bhore nilma aar nipple ta chuste
laglam. Didi ekhono chokh bando kore amar hath diye nijer mayee
tepachhillo.
Jakhon
amar mukhta didi mayeer bonta giye laglo to didi ekbar amar dike chokh khule
takalo aar dekhlo je ami tar nipple mukhe niye chuschee. Ei dekhe didi aro
garom khe gelo. Eibar didi jore jore saans nite laglo aar tar puro sharir ta
norte laglo. Didi amar duto hath jor kore dhore nilo. Ami takhon didir duto
mayee eker por ekta chuste thaklam. Eibar didir shrir ta aro jore jore norte
laglo aar gala diye nana rakomer awaj bar korte laglo. Pher didi hatat amake
jor kore ankre dhorlo aar khanik por ekebare sjanto hoye gelo. Amar mukh ta to
neecher dike chilo mayee chosar janno ami takhon ekta anno rakomer sundor
gandho amar nake pelam. Ami bujhte parlam je didi guudr jal khosiyeche. Ami
bhabte laglam, Oh my god! Oh my god! Ami didir mayee futo tipe chotke aar chuse
chuse guuder jal khasalam? Ami amar hath ta mayee theke uthiye didir hath duto
dhore alto kore tipe dilam aar tate chumu khelam. Pher amai amar hath ta didir
peter oopor rekhe dhire dhire bolate laglam aar dhire dhir skirter elastic
bander oopor niye gelam.
Didi
amar hath ta dhore bollo, “na, hath ta aar neeche niye jas na.” “Keno” ami didi
ke jigesh korlam. Didi takhon amar hath duto dhore bollo, “na, neeche hath dish
na, Neeche ekhon khoob nongra hoye ache.” Ami jhat kore didir gale ekta chumu
kheye didir kane kane bollam, “nongra? Nongra keno achche, tomar guuder jal
khosheche kee?” Takhon didi mukhta neeche kore aste kore amake bollo, “haan,
amar guuder jal khoshe geche.” Ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi, amar
janno tomar guuder jal khoshlo?” “Oh Bablu, haan tor janno amar guuder jal
khosheche. Tui amar mayee gulo neye eto khelle je ami aar nijeke dhore rakhte
parlam na” didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe amake bollo. Mai tab muskura kar didi
se pucha, “didi tumhe achha laga?” Didi mujhe pakar kar chumte hue boli, “haan,
tor mayee tepa, mayeer bonta tana aar mayee chosha khoob bhalo legeche aar tar
theke beshi bhalo legeche amar guuder jal khashano.” Aaj didi amake prothom bar
chumu khelo. Didi nijer kapor chopor theek kore uthe danriye porlo aar amake
bollo, “chal Bablu, aajker janno eto sab kara anek hoye geche. ke liye itna sab
kafi hai aur humlogon ko ghar bhi lautna hai.”
Ami
didi ke abar joriye dhore chumu khelam aar tar por ami aar didi leker theke
rasar dike hante laglam. Ami bazarer sab bag gulo uthiye niye chilam aar didir
pechone pechone hante laglam. Khanik ta chalar por didi amake bollo, “Bablu,
amar cholte bhishon osubide hochche.” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “keno kee
holo?” Didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe bollo, “neeche khoob kharab bhabe bhije
geche aar amar panty ta ekebare rase jab jab korche tar janno amar cholte
bhishon ocsubide hochche.” Ami takhon hense didi ke bollam, “sory didi, amar
janno tomar ei osubida hochche.” Didi takhon amar hat ta dhore bolle, “seta
kono katha noye. Ei bhool ta khali tor aklar noye. Ei bhoolete amio saman bhabe
responsible.” Amra abar chupchap cholte lahlam aarami bhabhchillam je kemon
kore didir osubide ta hata te pari. Amar matha te hatat ekta katha elo. Ami
khat kore didi ke bollam, “didi, ek kaj kara jak. Oi okhane ekta public toilet
ache. Tumi okhane giye nijer bheeje panty ta palte nao. Tumi ekhuni tomar
guuder rase jab jabe panty ta khule je natun panty kinecho seta pore esho. Ami
eikhane danriye tomar apekhha korchee.” Didi amar dike takiye amake bollo,
“Bablu, tor mathar idea ta khoob bhalo. Ami ekhuni giye amar bheeje panty ta
palte aschee.” Amra hantte hantte public toileter kache paunchulam aar didi
amar kach theke bra aar pant bag ta niye toilete chole gelo. Jakhon didi toilet
dike jete laglo ami dhire kore didi ke bollam, “didi tumi jakhon nijer ras jab
jabe panty ta change korbe takhon nijer bra tao change kore niyo, tate jana
jabe je bra tar size theek theek kina.” Didi amar katha sune hense dilo aar
bollo, “tui bhishon shaitan aar smart hochhis” aar didi lajja peye toilete
chole gelo.
Praye
15 minuter por didi toilet theke phire elo aar amra bus stpoer dike cholte
laglam. Amra bus taratari peye gelam aar bus ta praye khali chilo. Ami buser
ticket niye didi songe pechone giye bose porlam. Seate boshar por ami didi ke
jigesh korlam, “didi tumi bra tao change korecho ki na?” Didi amar dike takiye
henshe dilo. Ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “Maine phir didi se pucha, “bolo na didi tumi
bra tao change korecho ki na?” Takhon didi dhire kore bollo, “haan Bablu, ami
amar bra tao change kore niyechee.” Ami abar didi ke bollam, “didi ami ki
tomake ekta request korte pari?” “kee” didi amake jigesh korlo. “Ami tomake
notun bra aar panty te dekhte chai” ami didi ke bollam. Didi songe songe amake
jigesh korlo, “kee, ekhane, tui amake ekhane bra aar panty pore dekhte chash?”
Ami didi ke bujhiye bollam, “na, na ekhane noye. Ami barite tomake bra aar
panty te dekhte chaee.” Didi amake abar jigesh korlo, “bari te, barite kemon
kore toke bra aar panty pore dekhabo?” “Eta kono boro katha noye. Maa ekhon
barite ranna korche aar tumi kitchene giye nijer kapor change korbe. Jerakom
tumi roz change koro. Kintu jakhon tumi kapor change korbe, kitcheners parda ta
ektu khule rekho. Ami hall ghore boshe tomake bra aar panty te dekhe nebo.”
Didi amar katha sune bollo, “jani na Bablu, tobuo ami chesta korbo.” Pher amra
chupchap barite paunche gelam.
Amra
barite paunche dekhlam je maa kitchene ranna korche. Amra aage 5 minute obdi
ektu rest korlam pher didi nijer maxi niye kitchene kapor change korte chole
gelo aar ami hall ghore boshe thaklam. Kitchene giye parda ta tanlo aar parda
tanar somey ektu phank chere dilo aar amar dike muchki hanshi henshe amake
chokh marlo. Ami chupchap amar jayga theke uthe parda kache danriye porlam.
Didi amar theke matro 5 feet doore danriye chilo aar maa amar dike peeth kore
danriye ranna korchilo. Maa didi ke kono katha bolchilo. Didi aage amake dekhlo
aar tar por maar dike takiye maar songe katha bolte laglo. Tar por didi nijer
paroner top ta kandh kheke nabiye du hathe dhore seta matha diye galiye khule
phello. Top ta kholar songe songe ami dekhte pelam je didi aajker kena notun
bra ta pore ache. Didi ke notun bra pore khoob bhalo dekhachhillo. Top kholar
por didi hath diye skirter elastic ta dhile kore diye sjirt ta paa goliye khule
phello. Eibar didi amar samne khali bra aar panty pore danriye chilo. Didi ke
khali bra aar panty pore bhishon sexy lagchilo. Aajke didi ekta lace lagano
sexy bra aar tar songe matching panty kine chilo. Didi ke bra aar panty te dekhe
amar to puro paisa oosul hoye gelo. Didir bra te eto beshi net lagano chilo je
rannaghorer light te ami didir mayeer halka badami ronger aureola ta pshto
bhave dekhte pachhillam. Didi panty ta eto tight chilo aar tate eto net lagano
chilo je ami didir guuder phuto ta ashpashto bhabe dekhte pachhilaam aar tar
songe songe guuder duto thont gulo dekhte pachhilaam. Ami jante parlam na ami
kato khon dhore didi ke bra aar panty pora obosthate haan kore dekhlam. Didi ke
dekhte dekhte aamr bara ta panter bhetor lafalafi korte laglo aar tar chenda
theke harhare jal berote laglo. Amar duta paa kampte shuru kore dilo.
Jatokhon
didi kapor change korchilo didi amar dike ekbaro takalo na. Bodh hoye didi
nijer choto bhaier samne khali bra aar panty pore thakte lajja lag chilo. Ekbar
didi amar dike takalo ar ami songe songe didi ke ishara kore bollam je ekbar
pechon phire danrao. Didi dhire dhire pechone phire danralo kintu mukhta maar
dike rakhlo. Ami didi panty pora obostha te pechon theke dekhte laglam. Panty
ta bhison tight chilo aar seta didir pacha te besh bhalo bhave ente boshe
chilo. Ami didir panty Dhaka pond ta dekhchilam aar mone mone bhabhchilam je
jodi ami didi ke puro puri nengto dekhi to ami panter bhetore te laura theke
pheda chere debo. Khaik pore didi abar amar dike ghure danralo aar maxi ta
porte jabar aage amar dike takiye ishra te boolo je ami jeno okhan theke chole
jayee. Ami didi ke ishara kore bollam je bra ta khule amake nengto mayee gilo
dekhate. Didi amar dike takiye muchki henshe maxi ta pore nilo. Ami tobuo
ishara korte laglam kintu didi amar katha sunlo na. Ami bujhte parlam je didi
aar kichu dekhabe na aar ami pardar kach theke shore elam aar bichanate boshe
porlam. Didio nijer kapor gulo niye hall ghore chole elo. Nijer kapor gulo
almari te rekhe didi bathroome chole gelo.
Ami
didi ke khali bra aar panty pore dekhe khoob garom kheye giyechilam. Amar laura
ta pheda bar korar janno lafalafi korchilo ar tar janno amake bathroom jabar
chilo. Amar mathate aajker bikel theke ekhon obdi san ghatana gulo ghurchilo.
Ami taratari bichana theke uthe aajker marketinger bag theke didir ras jab jabe
panty ta bar kore amar panter pockete dhukiye nilam aar taratari bathroome giye
darza ta bando dilam. Tar por amar pant ta khule didir panty ta bhalo dekhte
laglam. Dekhlam je jekhane guuder phuto ta chilo sekhane khanik sada sada garho
charchate ras lege ache. Pamtyta naker kache niye didir guuder raser gandho ta
shunkte laglam. Edike ami ek hath diye amar khara laura tar hath bolachhillam.
Didir guud theke berono raser gondhe ami pagol hoye jachhillam. Ami panty tar
guuder phutor jaigaye jeev diye chat lam. Guuder raser taste satee khoob bhalo
aar tate mon matano ekta sondha sondha gandho. Ami panty ta chat chilam aar
bhabhchilam je ami didi guud ta chat chee. Ami ei bhabhte bhabhte amar bara
theke mal phele dilam. Ami bara ta noriye noriye mal gulo phele dilam aar tar
por pechhab kore bara ta dhue pant porlam aar bathroome theke beriye elam. Bathroom
theke berubar somay ami didir panty ta abar amar pockete rekhe nilam.
Khanik
pore jakhon didir nijer bhije panty tar katha mone porlo to giye bage te
khunjte laglo. Kintu didi bagete panty ta pelon na. Amake ekla peye didi amake
bollo, “Bablu, ami bagete amar bhije panty ta pachhina. Otake amat kachte
hobe.” Ami didi ke kichu bollam na aar muchki muchki hanste laglam. Didi amake
bollo, “Bablu tui hans chis keno? Ete hansbar kon katha holo?” Takhon ami didi
ke jigesh korlam “didi tomar chara panty diye tumi ki korbe? Tumi to tar badole
notun panty peye gecho.” Takhon didi kichu bujhe amake bollo, “Bablu, panty ta
tui niyechiiis kee?” Ami didi ke bollam, “hhan tomar ras jab jabe panty ta ami
niye niyechee.” “Kintu keno?” “Otake ami amar kache rakhbo bole tomar gift
hisebe.” Takhon didi bollo, “Bablu, ota nongra hoye ache.” Ami didi ke bollam,
“didi panty ta parishkar kore niyechee.” "Kakhon? Kemon kore?” didi amake
jigesh korlo. Ami didi ke bollam, “ota ami tomake pore bolbo.” Eibar maa ranna
ghore theke hall ghore eshe gelo aar amar aar didir katha bado hoye gelo.
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