Eibar
ami bichanar oopor boshe porlam aar maake bollam, “maa ekta katha bolo,
ami ekta boyee te porechee je kono meye cheler chodon tatokhon puro
hoye na jatokhon na tar ponde laura dhukiye tar pond mara hoye. Eta ki
sattee?” Maa kichu bolar aage amar katha sune didi jore henshe phelloo
aar mmar dike takiye bollo, “bah Bablu, tui kemon ekta proshno korechis.
Mone hochhe je tui maar pond chudte chas.” Maa takhon amader bollo,
“Bablu tui ja kichu porechish ta ekdom sattee. Tor bap amar pond anek
bar chudeche aar ekhon amar pond marate khoob bhalo lage. Tui ki kakhono
Renur ponder phuto te nijer laura ta dhukiye Renur pond merechis? Chal
tui ekhon amar pond ta chue de tar por tui Renur chamri pond ta chudish.
Chol tui taratari amar
