Anek deen aage ek bhodro mohilake chintam. Unar tin chele meye, shami bebsha kore. Prai dekhtam bhodro mohila eshe shamir naam'e complain korto, Jemon, tar shami take shomoi dai nai, thik moton chele meyeder dekhe na, shara deen office neeye thake, tar jibon jhala-pala hoe gache ettadi, ettadi. Bhodro mohila shudhu amader na, jakei peto, takei shamir name complain korto.
Kintu unar shami'ke kokhono bou er name complain korte shuni ni. Loktake amar nehat bhodrolok mone hoto. Olpo bhashi, mukhe hashi lege thakto.
Ekdin bhodro lok dham kore more gelen. ki jeno oshukh hoechilo. Tarpor shei bhodro mohilar shathe dekha hole ekjon bollo, ekhon apni nishchoi bhalo achen, karon apnar shami to ar apnake birokto kore na? Bhodro mohila chokher pani chere dilen. Bollen, amar shami je amar koto boro bondhu chilo, tokhon bujhte parini, ekhon ekta lok'o amake jiggasha kore na, ami kemon achi, amar chele-meyera kemon ache.
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