শেষ নোহোৱা গল্পটো

           চাৰিআলিৰ চুকটোত সদায় বহে তেওঁ ।তেওঁৰ শুকাইযোৱা চকুযুৰিত কিবা অনুভূতি বিচাৰি পোৱাটো অত্যন্ত কঠিন ।ব্যস্ত পদচাৰী দুই-এজনৰ কেতিয়াবা চকুত পৰে মানুহজন,কেতিয়াবা নপৰে ।কেতিয়াবা একফালং মান নিলগৰ মন্দিৰটোৰ পৰা ওলাই দুজন এজনে ভঙনীয়া দুটামান দিয়ে,কেতিয়াবা খালী হৈয়ে থাকে সন্মুখৰ ময়লাধৰা বাতিটো ।ঠনঠনকৈ বাজি উঠা বাতিটোত এযোৰ আশাভৰা চকুৰ খন্তেকৰ বাবে জিলিকি উঠা তিৰবিৰনি দেখাা যায় ।অলপ পছতে আকৌ হেৰাই যায় ভীৰৰ মাজত ।দিন পাৰ হয় ৰাতি আহে ।তেওঁ তাতেই থাকে ।ব্যস্ত পৃথিৱী আগবাঢ়ি যায় ।তেওঁৰ প্ৰয়োজন একেই থাকে ।কেতিয়াবা ৰাস্তাটোত হুৱা দুৱা লাগে ।মানুহবোৰ সাৰ পাই উঠে হঠাতে  ।ৰঙাবাতি লগা গাড়ীবোৰ পাৰ হৈ যায় জোৰেৰে ।ভাৱলেশবিহীন ভাৱে মানুহজনে চাই ৰয় ।চৰকাৰ সলনি হয় ।উন্নতিৰ ভাষনেৰে ৰাজপথ উত্তাল হয় ।তেওঁ মাথোন চাই ৰয় ।সুন্দৰী যুৱতীৰ হাতে  ধৰা-ধৰিকৈ অহা কোনোবা যুৱকে কেতিয়াবা খম-খমীয়া নোটকৈখমান দি যায় ।মানুহজনৰ শুকান চকুহালত চকুপানী বিৰিঙি উঠে খন্তেকৰ বাবে ।আৱৰ্জনাৰ দুৰ্গন্ধত সচেতন হৈ পৰা যুৱতীগৰাকীৰ মুখখন তেওঁ দেখা নাপায় ৰুমালৰ আৱৰণৰ মাজত ।হঠাতে সচকিত হৈ পৰে মানুহজন ।তথাকথিত সমাজৰ আৱৰ্জনা তেওঁৱেইটো !!
          পথটোয়েদি সদায় অহা-যোৱা কৰো মই ।তেওঁৰ ভাৱলেশহীন মুখখনত মই বিচাৰিবৰ চেষ্টা কৰো পোনাকনক,ককাইদেউক,দেউতাক,পেহাদেউক,মোমাইদেউক,ভাইটিক ।তেওঁৰ কাষত বহি মইও এটা ৰাতি পাৰ কৰিব বিচাৰো আধাপেটীয়াকৈ উজাগৰে ।তেওঁৰ ময়লাধৰা হাতখনত হেৰাইযোৱা পোনাকনক বিচাৰিব খোজো মইও ।হঠাতে সচকিত হৈ পৰো মই আকৌ ।আইফ'নটোৰে তেওঁৰ ফটো আপল'ড কৰি বাহ বাহ লওঁ মই ।দৈনিক খৱৰ কাগজখনৰ প্ৰথম পৃষ্ঠাত প্ৰকাশ পোৱা তেওঁৰ ফটোখনকলৈ গৌৰৱ কৰো মই ।ৰাষ্টীয় পুৰষ্কাৰো লওঁ মই তেওঁৰ নামত ।কিন্তু তেওঁ তাতই থাকে ।মোৰ সাহস নহয় তেওঁৰ কাষত যোৱাৰ পুনৰ ।মই আৱৰ্জনা হব নোখোজো !!

তেওঁৰ নামত চকুপানী টোকো মইয়েই মোৰ সভাপতিৰ ভাষণত ।তেওঁৰ নামত ট্ৰাষ্ট আৰম্ভ হয় মোৰ বেংক একাউন্টত ।তেওক লৈ কৰা ৰাজনীতিয়ে মোক লৈ যায় উন্নতিৰ শিখৰলৈ ।কিন্তু তেওঁৰ কাষত নাযাওঁ মই ।তেওঁ যে আৱৰ্জনা মাথোন ।মোৰ উন্নতিৰ নিমিত্ত মাথোন ।মোক প্ৰয়োজন তেওঁৰ অস্তিত্বৰ ।
      কাৰোৰে অলক্ষিতে এদিন পথটো আৱৰ্জনা মুক্ত হৈ পৰে ।পাৰ হৈ যোৱা যুৱতীবোৰে এতিয়া আৰু ৰুমাল নলয় নাকত ।হেৰাই যায় তেওঁ কোনোবা অজ্ঞাত শ্মসানত ।কৰোবাৰ হেৰাই যোৱা পোনাকন প্ৰয়োজনহীন এই সমাজত ।তেওঁৰ খবৰ লবলৈ আৰু সময় নহয় মোৰ ।মোৰ যে ষ্টেটাছ আছে সমাজত ।মই আৱৰ্জনা নহয় !!

উপসংহাৰ:
   এইদৰে হেৰাই যায় হাজাৰ পোনাকন প্ৰতিদিনে ।তেওঁক লৈ না কোনোবাই চকুপানী টোকে,না কোনোবাই খবৰ লয় ।তেওঁ যে আৱৰ্জনা সমাজৰ ,উন্নতিৰ প্ৰতিবন্ধক ।কিছুদিনৰ পাছত হঠাতে ৰাষ্টাটৌৱেদি পাৰ হওঁতে আকৌ দুৰ্গন্ধৰ অনুভৱ হয় মোৰ ষ্টেটাছ থকা নাকটোত ।আৰু এজন পোনাকনৰ অাৱিভাৱ হয় ।পোনাকনক জীয়াই ৰখাটোযে অতি আৱশ্যক মোৰ !!!



 

চুটিগল্প : ভুল---হৃদয়ৰ যাত্ৰা

: মোৰ এতিয়াও মনত পৰে জানা আগৰ কথা ।আমাৰ মাজত এদিনৰ কাৰণেও কিবা আছিল নে বাৰু সচাঁকৈ?

:মানে???কি আছিল আমাৰ মাজত?

উত্তৰটোত যিমান হতাশ হ'লো সিমানেই উচপ খাই উঠিলো মই ।

:একো নাই ।নেভাৰ মাইন্ড ।

ডিঙিতো ঠেহা মাৰি ধৰিছিল মোৰ ।কোনোমতে সংযত কৰিলো নিজক ।হতাশাগ্ৰস্ত মোৰ মুখখনত অসংখ্য প্ৰশ্নবোধক চিনে ভীৰ কৰিলেহি ।অতীতৰ কিছুমান স্নেপচত ভাহিঁ আহিল মোৰ চকুৰ আগত ।

ক'ত আৰম্ভ হৈছিল কাহিনীটো ?উভতি গ'লো মই দুবছৰৰ আগৰ সেই বিশেষ দিনটোলৈ ,সেই ভুলটোলৈ ।

 স্নেপচত 1:

পৰীক্ষাহলটোলৈ খৰধৰকৈ সোমাই আহিছিলো মই ।দেৰি হোৱা নাছিল কিন্তু বাহিৰৰ ক'ৰিডৰত চিন্তামগ্নভাৱে ঘূৰি ফুৰা মুখবিলাকে মোক আৰু চিন্তাত পেলাইছিল ।নিজৰ ৰোলনাম্বাৰটো বিচাৰি ব্যস্তভাৱে আগবাঢ়িছিলো মই ।লগৰ দুটামানক ইতিমধ্যে দেখিছিলোৱেই পিচত বহি থকা ।এশ মান ছাত্ৰ-ছাত্ৰীৰে ভৰি আছিল হ'লটো ।চাৰিওফালে এনেই এবাৰ চকু ফুৰাইছিলো মই সেইদিনাও সদায় কৰাৰ দৰে ।আৰু এনেকৈয়ে হঠাতে মোৰ চকু পৰিছিল তাইৰ ওপৰত ।কাণৰ কাষেদি বাগৰি অহা কেকোঁৰা চুলিটাৰিৰে তাইক খুব আৰ্কষনীয় লাগিছিল ।

চন্দ্ৰৰ স্নিগ্ধতাকো যেণ ম্লান পেলাইছিল তাইৰ জিলিকা থকা মুখখনে ।আতঁৰাই আনিব নোখোজা মুখখন বিৰক্তিৰে আতঁৰাই আনিছিলো মই পৰীক্ষাৰ বহী হাতত পোৱাৰ পাছত ।পৰীক্ষা শেষ হৈছিল এদিন ।আৰু তাইও হেৰাই গৈছিল ভীৰৰ মাজত ।

স্নেপচত 2:

সন্ধিয়াবেলা ৰতনৰ দোকানখনত আড্ডা মৰাটো এটা নিত্য নৈমত্তিক কৰ্মৰ দৰে হৈ পৰিছিল মোৰ ।সেইদিনাও তাৰ ব্যতিক্ৰম নাছিল ।ধুনীয়া পাৰ্লিন মেমৰ দীঘল চুলিটাৰিৰ পৰা ৰক্তিমৰ নতুন গাৰ্লফেন্ডজনীয়ে কৰা কান্ডলৈকে সকলো আলোচনা হৈছিল সেই আড্ডাবোৰত ।কাষৰ মেজখনত হাহিঁৰে খলখলাই উঠিছিল ।ষোড়শী কেইগৰাকীমানৰ হাহিঁৰ খলখলনি ।চাওঁ নাচাওঁকৈ হঠাতে চকুত পৰিছিল মোৰ ।হয়,সেই একেই চেহেৰা, একেই হাহিঁ,একেই সাগৰৰ দৰে গাম্ভীৰ্যতা,একেই সেই কাণৰ কাষৰ চুলিটাৰি ।

মোৰ দৃষ্টি অনুসৰণ কৰি প্ৰিয়মেই ক'লে প্ৰথমে তাইৰ কথা ।তাইক দেখিলে অনুভৱ হোৱা তাৰ মনৰ ভাৱৰ কথা ।সেই প্ৰথমবাৰৰ বাবে বুকুখনত বিষ এটা হোৱা যেণ লাগিল ।ডাক্তৰ খুৰাৰ কথা মনলৈ আহিল । মনৰ ভাৱটোক একাষৰীয়া কৰি থ'লো ।সোনকালেই মেজখন খালী হৈ পৰিল ।বুকুখনত প্ৰচন্ড ধপ ধপনি এটা অনুভৱ হ'ল ।

স্নেপচত 3:

অসুখটো বাঢ়ি আহিছিল মোৰ ।অনবৰতে চটফটনি এটা অনুভৱ হৈছিল ।শেষ নোহোৱা পৰীক্ষাবোৰ আকৌ চমু চাপি আহিছিল ।অনুপস্থিত মন এটাৰে ঘূৰি ফুৰিছিলো প্ৰায় ।অৱশেষত উত্তৰ ওলাইছিল মোৰ অসুখৰ ।বাঢ়ি অহা চটফটনিবোৰৰ মাজতে সেই ভুলটোত খোজ থলো মই নজনাকৈ ।কোনোবা এটা দুৰ্বল ক্ষণৰ সুযোগ লৈ মনটোৱে বিবেক অধিকাৰ কৰিলে মুহুৰ্ততে।আৰু খন্তেকতে অঘটনটো ঘটি গ'ল ।

স্নেপচত 4:

হাই হেল্ল'ৰে আৰম্ভ হোৱা সম্পৰ্কটো হঠাতে চলিব ধৰিলে ।মোৰ উৎসুকতাৰ অন্ত নাছিল ।বুঢ়া আঙুলিৰ নখটোত লাহে লাহে বিষ আৰম্ভ হৈছিল মোৰ ।শব্দবিলাক যেন শেষেই নহয় ।তাইৰ পৰীক্ষাৰ চিন্তাত টোপনিয়ে আন্দোলন কৰে মোৰ ।তাইৰ বিষয়বিলাক লাহে লাহে ভাল লগা হৈ উঠে মোৰ ।তাইৰ অভিমান আব্দাৰবোৰত মৰমৰ সন্ধান কৰো মই ।তাইৰ মানত মই যেন পৃথিৱীৰ সবাতোকৈ ভাল ল'ৰা ।আৰু এইয়াই হয়তো ভুল আছিল মোৰ ।অলপ বেয়াও হ'ব লাগিছিল ।এইয়া যে মোৰ অনুভৱেই নহ'ল ।

কথাচহকী তাইৰ কথাবিলাক নীৰৱতাৰে আগুৰি ধৰিছিল কেন্টিনৰ সেই সন্ধ্যা কেইটাত,জুৰোডৰ পৰা গীতানগৰৰ সেই পথটোত ।সেইয়াই হয়তো সচাঁ আছিল ।মই  দেখা নাছিলো নে মই চাব খোজা নাছিলো এইয়া মই নাজানিলো তেতিয়াও আৰু এতিয়াও ।

বৰ্তমান আৰু সত্যতা:

উদং পথাৰখনত শস্যৰ সন্ধান হয়তো কোনোবা স্বপ্নদ্ৰষ্টাৰহে কাম ।সময় লাগিছিল মোৰ সাৰ পাওঁতে ।গম নাপাওঁতেই মোৰ প্ৰয়োজন শেষ হৈছিল ।হয়তো মই এলেহুৱা হৈ পৰিছিলো ।

বতাহজাক এতিয়া আৰু নাই ।শান্ত পুখুৰীটোত সৰু সৰু ঢৌবোৰ বাকী ৰৈছেগৈ ।ইয়াত মোৰ কৰণীয় একো নাছিল ।সদায় কৰাৰ দৰে তাইয়ে শেষ কৰিছিল যোগাযোগৰ শেষ মাধ্যমকনো ।

উপসংহাৰ:

মদৰ গিলাচটোত শেষ ঢোকটো বাকী ৰৈছিলগৈ ।মবাইলৰ পৰ্দাত স্তব্ধ হৈ পৰা চকুটোৱে আন্দোলন কৰি উঠিছিল ।সেমেকা হৈ পৰা চকুহালত আৰু দুখ ,পশ্চাদতাপ নাছিল আছিল সচাঁ, শুদ্ধ,নিভাঁজ ভৱিষ্যতৰ অনুভৱ ।ধন্যবাদ জনাবলৈ তাত আৰু কোনো নাছিল তেতিয়া মোৰ বাহিৰে । 

                                  ( শেষ)

উন্নত পৃথিৱীৰ সংজ্ঞা--অনুভৱ

বোকাৰে ভৰি থকা পথবোৰ লাহে লাহে ভৰি পৰিছিল আলকাতাৰাৰ ড্ৰামবোৰে ।শ শ বিঘা মাটিৰে সোনোৱালী হৈ থকা শস্যৰ পথাৰবোৰ "বিশেষ অৰ্থনৈতিক স্থানলৈ(SEZ) "পৰিবৰ্তন হৈছিল ।মানুহবোৰ ব্যস্ত হৈ পৰিছিল ।বিজ্ঞানে ইয়াৰ চৰমসীমাত উপনীত হৈছিল ।
শ মহলীয়া অট্ৰালিকাবোৰে ঢাকি পেলাইছিল হেৰাই যোৱা সময়বোৰ ।হয় এইয়া এখন উন্নত পৃথিৱীৰ ছবি ।বিলাসী ৰেষ্টুৰেন্ট ,মলবোৰে অধিকাৰ কৰিছিল গাৱঁৰ আহঁত তল, বাহনীবাৰীবোৰ ।চাৰিআলিৰ চুকৰ কেৰমৰ আড্ডাবোৰ নোহোৱা হৈছিল বিলাসী বাৰ,কেচিন' বোৰত ।
শিক্ষাৰ প্ৰসাৰ হৈছিল ।বিশ্বায়নৰ লগত খাপ খাব ধৰা মানুহবোৰক আৰু পুৰনিকলীয়া মাতৃভাষাৰ প্ৰয়োজন নাছিল ।নৈ পৰীয়া সাধুবোৰ হেৰাই গৈছিল ।কহুুৱাঁবোৰৰো অৱশেষ বুৰঞ্জী হৈছিলগৈ ।
মৰমবোৰ জানো কৰবাত নাইকিয়া হৈছিলগৈ ।বেমাৰ আজাৰবোৰৰ অৱসানে মানুহক অমৰ কৰিছিল ঠিকেই কিন্তু লাহে লাহে এটা সত্বা মৃত্যুৰ দিশত আগবাঢ়িছিল ,অনুভূতিৰ মৃত্যু ।
হয় আমি উন্নত হৈছিলো ।উন্নত ৰাষ্টৰ মোহৰ লাগিছিল আমাৰ গাত, আমাৰ চৌপাশে ।
ঘৰবোৰ কংক্ৰিটৰ হৈছিল ঠিকেই কিন্তু সেই কংক্ৰিটৰ মাজত মৰমৰ গাঠঁনি হেৰাই গৈছিল ।সৰু সুৰা আনন্দবোৰ ভগাই লোৱা সেই গাৱঁবোৰ সপোন হৈছিল ।বোকাৰ লেটি লৈ ডাঙৰ হোৱা লৰাটোৰ ভৰি পুনৰ বোকাত পৰা নাছিল ।
মৰম চেনেহবোৰ দোকানত বিক্ৰী হৈছিল ।এসাজ অনাহাৰে থাকিও সুখী হ'ব জনা মানুহটো কত জানো হেৰাই গৈছিল ।
হয় আমি সকলোৱে সপোন দেখাৰ দৰেই আহিছিল উন্নতি চৌপাশে ।কিন্তু এই উন্নতিয়ে মাৰি নিয়া হাহিঁব জনা আপুনি ,মইবোৰ ক'ত যে থাকি গ'লো এইয়া যে কাৰো ঘূৰি চোৱাৰ সময় নহ'ল !!সময়ৰ হাতত বিক্ৰী হোৱা অনুভূতিবোৰক যে আৰু কোনেও মনত নেপেলোৱা হ'ল ।হয় এইয়াই উন্নত পৃথিৱী আমি সকলোৱে বিচৰাৰ দৰে !!!

why should i complain?it`s called life.............

   where should i start?on that day when i first joined school or the day which changed my life?on that time i didn't  know how should i react when i lost my most precious thing....i just thought that , that was just a moment,which would  change eventually..i grow up..i started to realise which i hadn't thought before..i started to like to stay alone..i started to talk about life,about incompleteness of life,about value of love,about everything.......there were few people who really wanted to listen what i wanted to say....but  why should i complain? it's called life.
     from my childhood i always liked to be loved..my mom was my first love..i stared at her always when she told me not to be sorry even though i was wrong..her lap was like best pillow for me..i enjoyed when she secretly kept last bite of snack from her share to me..but slowly i became too arrogant , i hurt her while she forgave me always.i continued to hurt her and she didn't even complain once.though i was sorry for everything i couldn't say sorry to her,as i just wanted her to forget everything that happened due to my mistake..but  again why should i complain? it's called life.

  if someone ask me  if i get one chance to change my past what will i do? it will not take me a moment  to answer..i just want to meet my father once again ..i just want to delete the day when i lost him..i can still remember the story of a poor farmer which he told me every time when i forced him to tell me a story...it was like an impossible bad dream when i heard what happen to him..i just wished  a so called god will helped my father and he will return to me oneday..but i didn't know that god is only for coward..as there is no god..but  again why should i complain? it's called life
     light is faster than anything..but life is not on the list..life is faster enough to heal every wound cause by himself,to forget every pain that happened before. ..it is just shocking that it can make one innocent baby to wanted criminal in its life cycle..on the way of life i also forgot myself..i made friend..they became an important part of my life ..i found myself dependent on them ,though they hurt me in every step,life help me to forget and forgive them,.....but may be everything has limit...it was just surprising when my so called best friend made me feel sick..i couldn't forget that incident..i could not sleep on that night.how could he behaved like that..i couldn't believe it....but  again why should i complain? it's called life


      i just thought that may be someday i will find at least one person who will understand me,..but again why should i complain it's called life.

It is a story of one Sunday

                               It is a story of one Sunday

                                                               RANJAN JYOTI HAZARIKA

                                                               B.TECH    ece

It is a story of one Sunday........

On that day ....I was little busy due to my coming examination..

I left my bed at 7 o`clock when my mom came to my room as usual with a cup of tea and broke my dream...It was 17^th time  when I could not complete my dream ..Because last 17 day my mom came at same time, break my dream for which I was little curious about this incomplete special dream.............

          By the way I am ......simply....me, a simple daydreamer live in a small town after I was born before 21 years ago. I don’t know whether it was my fate or not that my father lost his job at the same time when I was born. Though he lost his job he organised a big party (?) spending almost 100 bucks to welcome first girl of this family after three generation and after that I have been living with them sharing only pain...

                     I made three friends as growing up..No need to say that i was the poorest among them..They always use branded things whereas I only go to the 2nd hand market for these accessories though I don’t say about these things to them. One with a stylish umbrella always is Rimi, whom I met in the first day of my school life. It`s important to say that though we are poor my father sent me to a private school caring about my study and it is the most expensive gift which I got from my family. Rimi`s father is a top class business man of our small town. Rimi spend most of her time (also money) in a beauty parlour and was always more sensitive about dressing...then if you look properly then you will see a fatty girl always arguing without a topic; she is Meghna. Her father was a wrestler before he got job in income tax depts. I think her aim in life is to buy lots of chips, eating continuously without stopping. Her weight is almost double of me. She is from a Bengali family originally from Calcutta....I first saw her when I was in high school, since then we are friends. Lastly Rashmi, what can I say about her, she is the prettiest girl of our college born with a golden spoon.... she always come in an expensive car. It is a gift from her father at her 18^th birthday...though we are not similar at all we became friends...

          Though I am the poorest among them but my marks are somehow good compared to them. It is the most likely part of my life... Almost half a month ago we met for last time because we got study live on that day...We bunked our last English class of our college life and went to library so that we can talk peacefully. We started to discuss about our coming examination.. Suddenly Rashmi shouted with excitement that we should go for a long trip after the examination...But no one had idea where we should go. Rashmi told that we should go to Agra to see the Tajmahal. But Rimi resisted and commented that she had already seen Tajmahal two times. After long discussion it was decided that we would go to see the old temple situated at the top of a mountain in Shimla. Rashmi told that she would arrange all the necessary things for this trip...However the clock of the library indicated that it was time to go and we finished our last meeting before examination unwillingly.....

...........after that 16 days passed with same routine. Wake up at 6, read books up to noon, doing all the homework and sleep at 8.30 due to high rate of kerosene, an unusual boring life. And following the same routine I am in the reading table now.. i am little angry today ..it is only for my poor condition. Though I like to study at night I cannot read at night. Because my father cannot afford cost of expensive electricity also Kerosene .So i have to wake up at 6 always. Anyways may be i become little emotional expressing my situation. However i open my Economics books and trying to concentrate my mind between mode ,mean ,median etc.

          ........................our exams had finished before our expectation. and at last we got our vacation. So we decided that we would go to the temple at the next day.

  .......I go to Rashmi`s home at 7 ‘o clock in the morning on that day. Because we decided that we would start our journey before 8. I wear my best dress which is a gift from my maternal uncle. we rented a car because Rashmi`s father did not allow Rashmi to drive her car up to Shimla and there is only a few bus to Shimla today because today is Sunday. And generally some drivers want to skip long journeys on Sunday. After two hours journey we reached the mountain above which lies our destiny. After this point there is no road for car. so we tell the taxi driver to wait for us until we come back. After almost 35 minutes walk we reach the top point i.e. the temple surrounded by forest. This temple is almost forbidden, because there is a rumour that this temple has a secret room that can lock or open your future. And also the only Priest doesn’t come always. So only a few people come here. Although it is a forbidden temple its natural scenery is amazing. There is a lot of rock statue in the temple wall which indicate that there was some amazing artist in ancient time who drown this amazing statue of life, god etc. we reach the temple almost 11 ‘o clock. The priest is not here till now. we entered inside the temple. There are some statues almost covering every Hindu god. We pray them and enter in the second room. There are lots of flower on that room and there is no door. We stepped backward to explore the other parts. And suddenly Meghna slipped over the flowers and all flowers dropped above her. We help her to stand... and step to back door..And that time Meghna shouted that there is a door behind the flower. We looked at each other and entered the room pushing the hidden door. It was a dark room. There is no way that light can enter here. Rimi switched on her mobile flashlight and we step carefully. Suddenly we hear a sound which is coming behind from us. We look back and see that the door using which we enter the room it is disappeared...we frightened. How will we go back to home? We are may be locked in this room and we will may be never see our family. Rashmi already started t o cry. We all thought that it is the end of our life..However I inspect the room thoroughly and see that there is another door. I told it to them and entered the next room. In this room we see a strange thing. It is a long hall room .and there is almost 50-60 similar door in this room. I saw a long table with a letter...I picked up the letter. From the letter we come to know that there is only one door using which we can go outside. If we enter in wrong room using wrong door we can never go outside and die here. And there was a quiz for us. It said that the most uncommon door will lead us to outside. Already we all lost our confidence .We are frightened. Meghna, Rimi, Rashmi looked at me and requested to save them. I have no other way but to solve this quiz. I noticed every door and try to find the uncommon door .At last I saw a door which was somehow different from others. We have no other option but to enter that room. We entered slowly through that door. We saw again another room which was also a long room. We noticed the room to go outside but can’t find a way. I am started to think that i select a wrong door..All my friends started to cry. There is no one who can save us from this situation. Suddenly a ray of light appears and we saw a bright screen before us. Suddenly a photo of Rimi is appeared and we see her picture with her parent in a hospital. They wore some old cloth...They were happy though they were poor. Then suddenly Rimi`s father got a big order from a Multinational company. It was unexpected for him. Their happiness increased then before. But as time passed her father started to drink and beat her mother. There life started to change. Love and happiness were disappeared from their life. Money occupied all the emotional things. Though all live in the same house but they had hardly talk one time in a week..Lonely ness filled their life.We looked at to Rimi and her crying face. Then Rashmi`s face is appeared in the screen. We saw her childhood life with her mother. Her mother was as beautiful as her. Her mother take care of her so much. Rimi was only 6 years old when her mother divorced her father and married another man and shifted to America. Since then she is very lonely...Rashmi wept loudly after saw her mother again.

        I was still thinking why our life flash back is coming before us....

Then Meghna`s picture is appeared. Her father was a characterless man. He married two wives and had illegal relation with one of his colleague. One day her husband saw them in bad position and suspended him for one year. Though he get back his job but lost his respect. Meghna couldn’t go to school on that year due to her father. Her classmate avoided her always....

At last my picture is appeared. I saw my father happy face when he first brought me from hospitals to home. Though he lost his job but he was busy with me. He ignored his mother and did not meet her boss but spent all the day with me. Gradually we became poor but my fathers care me as much as before.  we used second hand cloth but pure love. We are poor but i saw happiness in my parent`s face. Suddenly my mind filled with happiness and lost my angry mood.......

        ..............Suddenly I feel someone touch my shoulder. My mother is shouting and called father because i didn’t give reply when she called me for breakfast...My father keep his hand at my shoulder and call me...At last I wake up. I was sleeping all this time. I did not know When I reached the old temple from my Economics books...I stand up and hug my parent. They are little surprised....But I didn’t tell them about my dream. I realised why I saw my past life. May be my inner soul tried to save me. At last I realised true value of love than money. I realised that all rich people are not happy and feel guilty for my reasonless anger.........

   I got my special Sunday which help me to face the real life.............now it’s your turn............

It is a story of one sunday

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