৫৩তম অধ্যায়: আসল ও নকল মা

“নhay, amra ki dupur porjontho opekkha korbo?” babA anugoto hashi hashe bollen.
“hum.”
jiang chen uthe nije kachhaye chole gelen, dorja bondho kore dilen.
kachhaye phire giye tar ar swasti chhilo na.
ek dike tar voy chhilo je li yuan kono bhabe thonko hobe, onno dike she ekhon li yuan ke ragie diyechhe.
she li yuan ke shunite cheyechhilo, kintu tar nijeo khub rag uthechhilo, tobe ke take shunabe?
shunate hobe?
shunate hobe na?
ek muhurte, she ekti mahasongshoye pore gelen, she dirgho shwas phele bose porlen, oparokota onubhob korlen.
bhalobashar manushke kosto deoyar mojaye porer pashan-shanti. nijer kora nijeri paoya! thik hoyechhe.
tokhon jokhon deyer pashe dujone khondokta gorer garto dekhlo, shob gulo kharap abeg ebong yontrona shob milie gelo.
she ar take chhara din-kanano sohyo korte pareni!
li yuan, ami ashi!
jiang chen kono dvidha na kore gorer gartoy dhuke gelen, tar du-pa druto chalayite laglen, ekti kiree-potongger moto dhuke gelen.
gorer gartor onno pashe, li yuan bichanay shuye chhilen, kombol diye matha dhaka chhilo, ekto o shoncoch chhilo.
jiang chen chupi chupi paye bichanar pashe gelen, chhua korar ichhe holo, kintu thamikhe galen, barie deoya hat abar gutiye nilen.
emon korle ki li yuaner bighoto hobe?
kichukhon chinta kore, she shabdhane kombol tale fele dilen, li yuaner ghumanto mukh dekhlen, tar shwas thheme gelo.
li yuan ghumabar shomoy khub bhalo thake, take kono aakromonattok mone hoy na, she shorire gutiye komboler bhitore ghuriye chhiyo, ekti shotorko chhotto pashur moto, tar shwas shamanjo chhilo.
chhuri na dharle tobe kintu bhalo lagchhe.
jiang chen bichanar pashe bose porlen, shanti moto li yuaner dike takiye thaklen, jane na ki bhabchhe, thoter kone ekto mishthi hashi phelale.
hathat, li yuan chokh khule phallan, dujoner chokhajokhi holo.
“jiang chen, tumi abar amake churi kore dekhchho!”
hathat dhora pore giye, jiang chener emon lojja laglo je tar ar kothao mukh lukanor jayga chhilo na, she druto uthe daran, gola ta tanan kore jokto surte bollen.
“ke tomake churi kore dekhchhe? ami to shudhu shomoyer swapno shunte peyechilam, tai dekhte esechi, bokami koro na.” eta bole, she lojjay thot chaplen.
li yuan chokh teliye dilen, ek haate jiang chener jamar kollar dhore, take nijer samne tene nilen.
“amake bhalobashle shidhe bolo, ekhane chupi chupi koriye keno, tumi ki kono purush na ki?”
jiang chen li yuaner haathath kora kajer karone bhoy peye gelen, bujhe phelar por, kan lal hoye gelo, tarpor li yuaner kothay ragmisrito hashi ashe.
she li yuaner hate abar dhar kore, take bichanay chapie dilen, tar kachhaye chole gelen.
“li yuan, tumi sotti paro to, abar badmasho shikte shuru korecho?”

li yuan brikhe hashi dilen, “amar shikteo hoy na, karon tumi ekjon—badmash.”
dujone takajoki korchhen, keu kauke poshondo korchhe na.
“boro meye, ami mone hoy ekti guruttopurno kuthikhe peye gechhi!” dorjar baire theke ekta uccho awaj elo.
babA dorja thele dhuke gelen, dujoner jama-kapod oboshtho hoye bichanay pore thaka obosthay chole ashlen, tar purono mukh ekdom lal hoye gelo.
kichu shomoy na dekhe, ei dujone bichanay chole gechhen?!
drishhyata etoi sundor chhilo je dekha uchit na!
babA taratari baire chole gelen, tarpor dorja bondho kore dilen, dorjar baire dariye chille bollen.
“tumi chalaye jao! amar taarakhor hachhe na!”
tarpor dorjar upor mukh thele, khub mone diye kan pete churi kore shunte laglen.
kintu bhitorer ta kichu beshi shanto mone hocche, atmar milaner kono awaj chhilo na, ba kono kalponik drakon-pakshir awaj o chhilo na.
hathat, dorja khule gelo, babA ektu dhuke pore porte porte benche gelen, taratari nije ke thik kore du bar kashi dilen, tar obhab ektu oswabhavik chhilo.
“tumi... shes korecho?”
li yuan tar proshno shunte pelen na, sidhe sidhe proshno korlen: “tumi je bollay ekta guruttopurno kuthikhe peyechho, seta ki?”
babA tar hridayer uttejona tame nilen, ekti purono chhobi ber kore dujoner samne dhore dakhale.
eta ekti purono chhobi, chhobir kinar gulo ektu mosrin hoye gechhe. chhobir oporer mukh gulo thik moto bojha jacche na, kintu motamuti bhabe bhitorer ekjon shada poshak pora nari ebong tar pa-er kachhare ekta holud kukur dekha jacche.
“eta ki na?” li yuan chhobi samne tene nilen, tar chokher tarata chhoto hoye gelo. “eta ki age barite thaka chhoto kukurta noy? nam ta ki jeno shojal chhilo?”
“tumi dekhecho?” babA proshno korlen.
li yuan matha nure dilen, “ei kukurta shobshomoy barite thakto, kintu tar obostha bhalo chhilo na. ami jokhoni chhuye ditam, ma rag korten.”
“tumi keno jiggesh koroni je kukurta keno kharap obosthay chhilo?”
li yuan kichukhon smriti theke mone korlen, “prothome ma bolechilen kukurti ekti emon shwabhaber. tarpor she bolen, kukurti ekti bhalo na howa roge aakranto.”
“ami bujhte parchi na, kukurti shushto na thakle pashu-daktarkhanay niye jawa holo na keno? ar, kukurti ke niye bollei ma eto udiro hon keno.” li yuan bhru kunchke chinta korlen.
“hum... eta chinta korar moto ekta bishoy.” babA chhobi shujor alor niche dhore dekhlen, tobuo kichu bojha gelo na.
jiang chen hothat bole uthlen, “tumi der keu ki khyal korecho, amader ekhoner barite kono kukur nei?”
“hyn sotti!” li yuan haater thappor mere, tarpor bujhte parlen, tar matha sofa-r pasher dike bkiye gelo, matite ekta matir mato kuthikheo nei.
“ami to agei bolechilam, ma pashur lomer proti aakromonattok, barite kokhono kukur posha hoy na!”
babA katha ta shesh kore, tar mukhata aschorjo hoye gelo. “eh? amar keno mone hocche ei katha ta ami kothao bolechi?”
“bhrom!” li yuan dujone ekshathe bole uthlen.
alochona shesh kore, tinjone druto kukur-somporkito kuthikhe khujte laglen.
sotti, tara mukhya shon-er bichanar niche ekti khola kather pa-er niche ekti gopon jayga peye gelo, tar bhitore ekti matir mato chhilo, ei matir matita onno barir matir matir shonge ekdom mile jay.

“mone hocche amra prothom uttor khuje peyechhi.”
babA du hate matir matita tule dharie shabdhane dekhte laglen, ekhane chhin-bhinn chhilo, totra-bhotra pata laga chhilo, matir matir pichhone roktto-bindur moto kichu chihn o chhilo.
oi roktto-bindu gulo dekhe, babA bhru kunchke dakhlen.
“ekhane roktto keno?”
“tukurti ki tobe mara gechhe?” li yuan anuman korlen.
karon oi chhobi ta onek diner purono mone hocche, bochhor koto ageke keu bolte parbe na, tar jana mote ekti kukurer ayu beshi hole sh-ti bochhorer beshi hoy na.
babA li yuaner kotha kichukhon chinta kore, matir matita niye boithokhanay chole gelen, dujone koutuhol niye tar pichhe pichhe gelen, sabai dekhte chay she ki korbe.
dekha gelo, babA komor bake, matir matita boithokhanar matite rekhe dilen, sekhanei dui sekond dariye thaklen.
“age ki ei jaygay chhilo?”
li yuan samne chole gelen, ektu thik kore nilen.
“motamuti erokom.”
matir matita rakha matro, mukhya dorjar tala hothat ghure gelo.
“ami firechi.”
shada pesha-gothon pora ekti nari barir bhitore dhuke gelen, tar pa-er uchu heel matir upor lege “da-da-da” shobdo kore shuru holo.
she tar mukher laal ronger choshma khule phele, niche takiye tinjoner dike takiye, thoter kone hashi phutale.
“ami phire ashay ki tumi khushi noy? emon mukh keno korecho?”
li yuan babAr dike takalen, babAr mukh khola chhilo, onek khon ekti kothao bolte parlen na, jeno keu tar gola chepe dhorechhe, jeno she awaj korte na pare.
“ho... ho...”
babAre mukh laal hoye phule uthechhilo, tar shompoorno mukh beshi jore chepa deoyar karone vishon bhoyonkor hoye gechhe, onekkhon joro-jori kore, kintu gola theke shudhu “ho-ho” awaj ber hochhe.
babAr ei protikriya dekhe, li yuaner mone ekti kharap ashru jaaglo.
she drishti shoriye niye, druto mayer dike ekbar takiye nilen.

[shada poshaker rup]
bari phorar shomoy, offis-er shomoy-er bhir.
[niyomito jiban-jatra]
dui ti shartei mile gechhe.
kintu, tar tobuo mone hocche kothao kichu oboshtho ache, tar mone hocche she kothao kichu bhule gechhe...
jiang chen tar dike ekbar takiye, du bar kashi diye shochot kore dilen.
“shabdhane kuthikhe.”