Story Title: Ebhabe Fire Asha Jai (এভাবেই ফিরে আসা যায়)
Part – 5
Meghla aar Arnab er jibone onek jhor eshe gechilo. Kichu bhul bojhabujhi, kichu obhimaan aar onek kosto oder dujoner moddhe ekta deyal toiri kore diyechilo. Kintu moner gobhire je bhalobasha chilo, seta kokhono shesh hoyni.
Sei din bikeler akashe chilo halka megh. Meghla ekla ghore boshe chilo barandar pashe. Tar chokh du'to jeno onek kotha bolte chai, kintu keu shunte chay na. Arnab er kotha mone porlei tar buker moddhe ekta betha jage.
Meghla nijer mone bollo,
"Jodi ekbar Arnab fire ashto… shob kotha ami bole ditam."
O dike Arnab o shohorer onno prante nijer ghore boshe chilo. Table er upor Meghlar ekta purono chhobi. Chhobi ta tule niye Arnab chup kore takiye thaklo.
"Meghla, ami tomake harate chai ni," se aste kore bollo.
Kintu obhimaan manusher mon ke khub kothin kore dey. Tai dujon e nijeder kotha bolte pareni.
Sei somoy Meghlar bondhu Riya tar bari te elo. Riya Meghlar mukh dekhei bujhte parlo je Meghla ekhono Arnab ke bhule jete pareni.
Riya bollo,
"Meghla, tumi jodi ekhono Arnab ke bhalobasho, tahole ekbar kotha bolo. Sob shomoy obhimaan dhore thakle cholbe na."
Meghla chup kore thaklo. Tar chokher kone jol jome uthlo.
"Jani na Riya… Arnab hoyto aar amake chai na," Meghla bollo.
Riya haslo,
"Bhalobasha thakle manus kokhono chere jay na. Shudhu ektu shahosh dorkar."
Sei kotha gulo Meghlar mone ghurte thaklo.
Porer din shokale Meghla office jawar jonno ber holo. Rastay hante hante hothat samne ekta porichito mukh dekhte pel. Arnab.
Dujon ekdom chokhe chokh rekhe dariye gelo. Jeno somoy ta kichu khoner jonno theme gelo.
Arnab aste kore bollo,
"Meghla… tumi kemon acho?"
Meghla kichu khon chup kore thaklo. Tarpor bollo,
"Bhalo… tumi?"
Arnab hasar cheshta korlo, kintu tar chokhe chilo onek kotha.
"Tomake onekdin por dekhchi," Arnab bollo.
Meghla mone mone bhablo,
"Eto kache thaka manus ta eto dure chole gelo keno?"
Kichu khon chup thakar por Arnab bollo,
"Meghla, ami jani ami onek bhul korechi. Kintu ami kokhono tomake bhule jai ni."
Meghlar chokh bhije gelo.
"Arnab, tumi jodi amar sathe tokhon ekbar kotha bolte… tahole hoyto eto kichu hoto na," Meghla bollo.
Arnab matha niche kore bollo,
"Shotti kotha bolte gele ami bhoy peyechilam. Tomake haranor bhoy."
Tar kotha shune Meghlar bukta kemon jeno kore uthlo.
"Bhalobashar moddhe bhoy thakle shob shesh hoye jay Arnab," Meghla aste kore bollo.
Dujoner moddhe abar chup chap neme elo.
Hothat brishti porte shuru korlo. Meghlar chul aar mukh brishtite bhije gelo. Arnab nijer bag theke ekta chhata ber kore Meghlar upor dhore dilo.
"Cholo, oi dike ekta coffee shop ache," Arnab bollo.
Meghla kichu na bole tar sathe hante laglo.
Coffee shop er vitore bose dujon ek cup coffee nilo. Brishtir awaj aar coffee er gorom gondho jeno oder purono diner kotha mone korachhilo.
Arnab bollo,
"Meghla, ami jani ami tomar kachhe khoma pawar joggo noi. Kintu ami chesta korte chai abar shob thik korte."
Meghla chup kore coffee er cup e takiye chilo.
Tarpor aste kore bollo,
"Arnab, bhalobasha jodi shotti hoy, tahole shey abar fire ashte pare."
Arnab chokh tule Meghlar dike takalo.
"Ta hole… tumi ki amake ekta notun chance dibe?" Arnab jiggesh korlo.
Meghla kichu khon kichu bollo na. Tarpor ekta halka hashi dilo.
"Dekha jak… hoyto eibhabe fire asha jai."
Arnab er mukhe onek din por ekta shotti hashi phutlo.
Sei diner por theke dujon abar kotha bola shuru korlo. Prottek din ektu ektu kore purono obhimaan gulo ghorer dhulo er moto ure jete laglo.
Ekdin sondhay Arnab Meghla ke niye gelo nodir dhare. Akashe shundor lal rong er surjasto.
Arnab bollo,
"Meghla, ami jani amader poth ta shoja chilo na. Kintu ami chai amra abar notun kore shuru kori."
Meghla haslo.
"Jibon jodi second chance dey, tahole seta dhore rakha uchit," Meghla bollo.
Arnab tar haat dhore bollo,
"Ta hole amra abar ek sathe cholbo?"
Meghla aste kore matha norlo.
Sei muhurte jeno shob kosto, obhimaan aar bhul bojhabujhi pichhone pore roilo.
Bhalobasha abar notun kore phooler moto phutlo.
Karon shotti bhalobasha kokhono shesh hoy na…
Shey shudhu poth hariye fele kichu somoyer jonno.
Kintu jokhon dujon manus mon theke chai,
tokhon shotti eibhabe fire asha jai.
Author Thought – Parikshit Halder (15 words):
True love may lose its path, but courage and forgiveness always bring hearts back together. ❤️