Birthday Letter

Birthday Letter

 

Koekjug badey, protyek barer protha-moto, Park street giyechhilam kono ek karor Pre-Birthday dinner celebrate korte.

 Chhere ashbar pothe, ektu shomoy tokey egiye jete dekhlam. Dibyi steady momentum-e hete, rasta periye geli. Minute duyek amar diker footpath nishchup, shanto, static. Thhik cinematic time-warp shulobh drishyo! Jeno Shobai kaan pete tokey follow korchhilo.
Nahhh, oto dramatic-o kichhu hoyni, tobe keu definitely foley artist jatiyo khhonik-bodhir zone–e chole giyechhilo 😉
Onekkhon hoye gechhe, ekhon shokal 4-te. Aaj tor jonmodin, aar tai kotha moto tor aabdar metatey khata/pen niye jomiye boshechhi.

Tui: “prtotyek baar bolish-‘eita’ amay niye likhishni,”oi’ kobitay aami naki nei, konoektao naki amar distant protichhwobi o noy”

Ami: “ point e aye dekhi”

“kal amaar din. Kal amay niye likhe dekha. khali amar jonye lekh”

Ami: “hahha, serious?” 😀

“mmhm, kal tor creation-er mukhyo choritro amar, story amar.”

Ami: “bill-ta dekhechhish? Tor pre-birthday gela-quota already complete, jar dhakkay agaami 7-days shondhyee fuchka chhara bishesh kichhu jutchhe na amar, tar upor bangla-blackmail?”

okay, say whatever, aamar etai chai kal”.

The Tui!

Kono bhonita noy, kobita noy, kolpona noy, pet-gorom jonito impulse o noy. Umm, tui borong ekta boringly gombhir concept. Tui birol kina oto je(n)che dekhini, ba tokey khushi korte na bhebe half-baked kichhu likhbo na. Tui janish sheyta.

Kobita onubhob korte ekta manoshik strain pore, prothom dikey besh tibro kintu kromosho subsiding, jokhon tui janbi kothay bhabnar cogent uposhonghar. Aar shobdo? Who cares?
prothom concern holo porisfuto dharonar manifestation, shape/porichoy, baki rhyme ityadi shob secondary.
Ekhon…..tokey niye bhabte bishesh chaap nei, ekdom pati mundane bhabonar loose-motion aar ki!
Hahha!, nahh, khochiye labh nei, borong phirey ashi.

Tai, eta likhte-kobitar prothagoto onyo jogote ghure-berano ‘castle in the wind’ goccher dhyan dharonar stress na thhakleo……shothhik expression khonjbar chap ache. Ja tui realize korte parbi ba nijer shathey identify korte parbi.

Protyekbar jokhon tor shathey dekha hoy, ami pray-I complain kori -“get rid of your perfume, burns my nose”. Nak-jalano gondhyo oshojyo holeo, eta bolar aro shongoto karon ache.

Ami jodi boli naturally tor gaye prothom bhe(n)ja maatir gondho. Eta boddo barabari jater jatrar dialogue thhekbe. Tor daami shabaner Brand-bitorkeo ami jachhi na. kintu, aaj toh tui amar brain-e, aaj amaar frame-e bhebe dekhbar cheshta kor……

          Bochhor dosh(10) boyesh. Ek gada parar,be-parar shomoboyoshi dongol shathey praanpon dour. Shomosto nishwash pet-e chepe, nirdwidhay Main-road periye beporowa race. Kothay?
Haran jetthur okhane.

“okhan” shobdota specify korbe emon kono bangla synonym amar jana nei. Dokan noy, karkhana? Gudam?.Nyah. tor bojhar shubider jonye apatoto ekta sophisticated alternative dhore ne- Workshop.

Thhakur toirir workshop. Shamne hathe guney shat- (60) din aar aaj khorer skeleton-e/khachay maati dewar shesh. The goddess and her family just got their final shapes for this year.. Bhitore dhuke shingher dharalo daant, bestial mohishashur-er rippling muscles ar dosh-khana hath ek shorire dekhbar ei seasone-er prothom shuru.

Oi bishesh maati-r gondho onek kichhu signify kore. Peter bhetor theke shorol aanonder udrek, shathey chancholyo. Purity.
pocket khali toh ki? Utshober maatlamo, paribarik punormilon-er bemotlob anondo, ushno aalingon aro koto kichhu o-parthibo. Jeno shadharon bhir-er kono khonosthayi kintu universal reason-…. khushi hobar.

Ekhon-I Haoway urish na, it’s still the smell of soil I’m talking about.

Tai tokey protyek prothombar dekhar ei contagious anando-ta …tor chora calvin klein keche diley, ‘kinchit’ khoche jai aar ki.

WARNING: THIS MUS NOT INSPIRE A 7-DAY-NO-BATH SPELL AND HUG THE AUTHOR TYPE TORTURE, when NEXT WE MEET.
Heh! Kono gyan noy, tokey bhalo lagey tor nijoshwo gondhye. Shei porichito purono gondho ja ashwash dey perfume-er brand poriborton hotey parey-kintu tui ek-I, ekhono amar chena poribar.

It’s figurative, I hope u get that. so this makes it no less of a poem,right? Just what you secretly wanted!!! But SERIOUSLY, Never change 🙂

 

I have produced here a part of the letter I had once written in colloquial benglish. This makes me smile whenever I think of it, makes me calm and happy. There’s a part in me that has become so nasty to drunk-text/drunk-dial people incoherent things, without even thinking. There’s a part in me that reproaches myself for not being able to merely compliment anyone easily. I hope this post, when I read it back again in troubled times, reminds me of another part in me that had once written something like this. 🙂
Peace.

 

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