Bristi, Boi ar Nil Khata
Oyan ar Riya ek-i college-e porto. Oyan chhilo ektu gombhir swabhabor, shob somoy boi-er moddhe dube thakto. Ar Riya chhilo thik tar ulto—chonmone, hashikhushi, ar bristi bhalobasha ekta meye.
Ekdin college library-te prochondo bristi namlo. Oyan tar boro chhatata niye beronor prostuti nichchhilo, thik tokhon-i dekhlo Riya barandaye dariye bristi dekhche. Tar kache chhata chhilo na.
Oyan ektu hichpach kore bollo, "Amar kache boro chhata ache, tumi chaile bus stop porjonto jete paro."
Riya hese bollo, "Chhata thakle to bristir thanda hawa-ta upobhog kora jabe na! Tumi-o keno bhijcho na?"
Oyan obak hoye bollo, "Bhijle jwor ashbe, ar amar porikkha samne."
Riya kintu shunlo na. Shey Oyanner hat dhore tansh dilo bristir niche. Prothom-e Oyan birokto holeo, fota fota bristir jol jokhon tar mukhe porlo, shey jeno ekta notun pranhinota phire pelo. Shei bristi-bheja bikel-e tara rasta diye hantlo, rasta-r dharer dokan theke gorom cha khel.
Shei din-er por theke:
Oyan-er shei purono nil khata-ta r shudhu notes-e bhora thaklo na, tar moddhe jayga pelo kichu kobita.
Riya-r chopolota Oyan-er jibone rong niye elo.
Tara bujhte parlo, bhalobasha mane shudhu pashapashi thaka noy, bhalobasha mane ekshathe bhijte shekha.
Golper Shish:
Bhalobasha kokhono kokhono khub sadharon muhurto thekei shuru hoy. Shudhu dorkar thake ekjon-er hat dhorar shahos ar onyo-jon-er shei hat-e bhorosa rakha.