আমার কাকীমার কাহিনী - অধ্যায় ৩

Sondhey belae Kaaki amar room e elo. Ami tothon course related ekta boye porchilam. Kaki room e dhukte na dhuktei bollo, “Shontu , … amar sathe ektu market jabi? Kichu kena kata korar ache.” Ami – “thik ache.. kintu meye ra?” Kaki – “Ota niye kono chinta nei. Oder to firte ekhon praye 1 ghonta. Totokhone amra chole aashbo.” Ami – “Thik acche..” Du jonei ready hoye beriye porlam. Kaaki orange color er saree ar matching blouse porechilo. Aagei bolechilam je kaaki tight blouse porte khub pochondo kore. Aei blouse tao bes tight chilo. Mai duto opor dike uthe aschilo. Deep neck bole dudher khaaj tao bes praye 3-4 inchi beriye chilo. Blouse sleeves gulo o choto aar tight chilo. Pechon dik theke pith ta onek tai khola. Back less to bolbo na kintu back less er che kom chilo na. Bra porechilo thik e ; tobe color ta thik bujhte parlam na. Chokhe chosma. Golae ekta patla sonar chain , hathe handbag. Bari theke beriye kichu ta poth hattei parar ek uncle r sathe dekha holo. Boyes praye 56 – 57. Parar cheler der kache suney chi ki aei uncle ta bhari maagibaj manush. Kono sundor and especially bibahito mohila ke dekhlei or jeebh theke jol porte lage. Parar 60% barir bou der ke chude pheleche. Amar Kaaki o uncler bishoye ae sob nanan kotha sunechilen kintu uni patta dilen na keno na kaaki chokhe uncle khubi bhalo manush. Kaaron uncle kaaki ke ‘bou ma’ bole dakten ebong khub sneho korten. Uncle – “ki Mrs. Roy… kothaye chollen.?” Kaki –“market jachi. Aapni ekhane?” Uncle – “aeito dudh niye firchi. Aaj office theke firte deri hoye gelo. Tai vablam dudh ta niyei bari jayi.” Kaaki – “ha.. eta thik korlen. Dudh chara ki chole; bolun..?” Uncle , Kaki’r buker dike takiye bollo – “ekebare thik bolecho. Amar to abar dudh chhara ekdomi chole na..” Ami cent – percent sure chilam je Uncle nishchoi Kaki’r cleavage ta dekhte parche. Aar sotti kotha bolte gele amar kaaki exhibinist nature er mohila hochen. Kono purush onar sorir dike valo kore dekhle onar raag hoto na boron valoi lagto. Tobe ta bole uni ekebare slutty nature er chilen na. 50% dekhaten aar 50% sorir ta dheke rakhten. Kaki uncler chokh ta follow kore dekhlo je uni kothaye takiye aachen. Muchki haasi aar ektu raag raag bhaab niye bollo – “ dhusss… aapnar abar dudher proyojon keno.?” Uncle – “se ki bou ma..?! dudher ki proyojon…?? Tumi jano na…. dudh to choto, boro, buro sokoler jono khubi necessary. It’s so healthy. Darao .. tomake ek din valo kore dudher nanan upojogita gulo bolbo. Mone hoye ekta special tuition class dite hobe tomake..” Aei boltei ho-ho kore hese fellen uncle aar kaaki o onar sathe – sathe hese dilo. Haste hasteo uncler chokh kaaki’r cleavage aar daan side blouse cup theke opore uthe aasa mai er utha – nama (kaki’r hasir jonno) ta dekhchilen. Ekhon uni aei sukh bhog korchilen ki hotat kore onar chokh amar dike porle. Ami ektu serious vabe uncle ke dekhchilam. Amake nijer dike oi vabe dekhte dekhe uncle nije ke samlalen ; aar bollen, Uncle –“acha bou ma… ebar choli…. Abar Kono din dekha hobe… tomaro deri hoye jabe.” Kaki – “thik acche … apni chailen amader bari te aaste paren. Dupurer dike bes faanka thake. Amio free thaki. Valo kore kotha hobe. Aapni to aaj porjonto ekbaro amader barite elen na.” (ektu nekamo moto raag dekhiye bollo.) Uncle – “ sure … sure aashbo…. Ele, dupurer dikei aashbo.. kemon…. Ebar aasi..” Aei bole Uncle nijer barir dike rowna holen. Amrao market er dike egolam. ----------------------------------------- Market e dhuklam. Ufff …!! Baap re… ki bheer ki bheer.. jani na kono special occasion bole naki prottek din sondhe bela emon bheer hoye. Kaki ekta ladies shop e dhuklo. Dokaan e ladies bose aache. Blouse, bra aar panty r dokaan. Aamake baire darate bole Kaki eka dokaan e giye jinis gulo dekhte laglo. Ami eka eka baire dariye mobile niye edik odik ghurte laglam. Koyek minute por Kaki beriye elo. Kaki – “chol, ektu sobji kine ni.. barite ses hoye geche.” Ami – “acha , cholo.” Oye bheere kono vabe thele thule aagey aegie jachilam. Nijer buk ta ke to Kaki thik e dheke rekhechilo kintu pith ta khola e chere diyechilo. Kom boyeshi chele ra, Kaaki’r aei forsha dhobdhobe pith dekhe soja nijer der bara dhore nichilo. Amio besh uttejito hochilam eto kach theke kaaki’r pith dekhe. Bari te normal blouse pore Kaki kintu jokhoni baire berate/ ghurte, shopping korte jaye tokhon khanik ta revealing dress up kore. Bheere dhakka khete khete ami ektu pichiye porlam. Kaaki aagey, tarpor duto kom boyeshi chele… aei dhorun 18-19 bochorer chele.. aar tarpor aami. Dui chele pechon theke Kaki’r pasa – pashi cholte laglo. Oye bheere matha ghuriye pechone dekhaar moto jayega chilo na. Sujog bujhe dujonei nijer ek –ek haath diye Kaki’r pachar dui daabna duto dhore tipe dilo. Kaaki chomke uthlo. Matha ghuriye dekhte chailo kintu parlo na. Chele duto kichu khon por abar Kaki’r dui daabna te haath rakhlo aar aaste aaste hath bulate laglo. Pechon theke oder mukhta to dekhte parchilam na tobe eta bujhechilam je ora nishchoi khubi moja pache. Naah…. Moja bolle hobe na…. Aanondo pachilo…. Hath bulate bulate abar khop kore dabna duto dhore nilo dui chele. Aar dhore chotkabar chesta korte laglo. Kintu khub ekta success holo na. sobji wala dokaan aaste aaste praye 15 minute. Er modhe ora moner sukhe Kaki’r pachata niye khello… Bheer ektu kom hotei dujonei kete porlo. Kaki ghure amake khujte laglo. Ami tokhon kaki’r che 10 paa pechon. Amaye dekhe kaki jeno shanti pelo. Ami kache jetei bollo, “ kothaye chilis tui…. Eto pechone ki kore hoye gechilis? Jaanis ami ki bipode porechilam..?” bolte bolte kaan nar moto hoye gelo kaki’r chokh duto. Ami – “keno?? Ki holo ?” Kaki jeno kichu bolte chailo, kintu chup kore gelen. Kaki – “Na tamon kichu na….. asole eto bheer e kemon jeno gaa bomi moton hochilo. Chol .. taratari sobji kine niye bari firi.” Ami – “Ok…” Kaki pasher ek sobji wala r kache gelo. Aalo, tomato, pyaj, begun, gajor .,…. Aaro anek kichu chilo. Kaki nichu jhuke pyaj bachte laglo. Pyaj gulo alada rekhe Kaki ebar begun er dike egolo. Jhuke begun tolar obostaye Kaki’r aanchol ta buke daan side theke sore baan side chole elo. Ete Kaki’r daan diker dudu aar dudher khaaj ta ekebare sposhto dekha jachilo. Ami sudu pocket e hath dhukiye nijer bara ta dhore rakha chhara aar kichu korar obostaye chilam na. Ojon korte korte sobji walar chokh kaaki’r buker dike gelo. Aar tar songe songe or mukhta haa hoye gelo. Eto forsha mai aar khaaj o aaj porjonto dekheni nishchoi. Oto boro mai dekhe or haath ta aapna apni bara ta dhore nilo. Kaaki – “ae begun koto kore dicho?” Sobji wala – “aapni niye nin joto neben. Aami thik thik daam lagiye dibo.” Kaaki – “ Vabchi 2 kilo nebo…” Sobji wala – “aapnake begun khub bhalo lage bujhi?” Kaaki (sohoj vabe) – “Haa.. bolte paro… tobe amake gajor o khub pochondo.” Sobji wala (ektu hasi mukhe) – “mone hoye dada barite nei.. tai na boudi?” Kaaki – “na na..uni Aachen.. kothaye abar jaben.?” Sobji wala (aaste kore bollo) – “ tao begun, gajor er eto taan …bhabaa… dom aache aapnar bolte hobe.” Kaaki – “kichu bolle?” Sobji wala – “ Na .. maane bolchilam je market e notun variety er pepe eseche. Khub boro aar mishti..” aei kotha ta bolar somoye sobji walar nojor Kaki’r mai aar khaaj er opor chilo. Kaki’r puro dhyen begun er opor chilo. Kaaki (sobji walar dike na takiye e) – “O tai..!! ta kothaye se gulo.” Sobji wala (mai dekhte dekhte onno monosko hoye bollo) – “ aapnar lagbe na boudi… aapnar kache to se gulo aage thekei aache.” Kaki ae kothaye chomke giye sobji walar dike takalo aar or chokh nijer buker opor dekhe horboriye gelo. Nijer unmukto vabe saamner dike aadh-jhola obostaye mai take taratari dhaklo aar uthe daralo. Rege bollo – “nin …. Je gulo beche dilam se gulo ojon korun aar daam ta bole felun.” Sobji wala churi dhora porar moton bhoye kichu na bole chup chap ojon kore sobji gulo hath e dhoriye dilo. Take taka diye amra okhane theke chole gelam. Jete jete ami aar chokhe dekhlam… sobji wala kaaki’r pith dekhe dekhe nijer barar opor hath bulache. Er por market e kichu kichu kena kata kora holo. Bises kichu holo na. sudu koyekta chele kaaki ke dekhe nongra smile dichilo aar line maarar chesta korchilo. Amra riksha dhorlam aar baarir dike rowna holam. . . . (to be continued….)