শুভ শারদীয়া

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শরতের সোনাঝরা রোদ্দুর-মাখা সকাল আজ অতীত | ঢাকের বাদ্যি শুনে ঘুম ভাঙা...মায়ের হাতের লুচি - তরকারি, পিঠে এসে লাগা অষ্টমীর অঞ্জলীর ফুল, আড়-চোখের ইশারা, নতুন জামার গন্ধ - হারিয়ে গেছে ছোটবেলার কানাগলির বাঁকে | ক্লাস এইটের প্রথম প্রেম হয়তো আজ সংসারী | আনন্দমেলা ঘরের এক কোণে সঙ্গীর অপেক্ষয়ায় |

 অলি পাবের প্রথম ভদকা, ম্যাডক্স স্কোয়ারের ঝারি, রাত জাগা আড্ডা, উল্টোডাঙার মোড়ে প্রথম হাতের ছোঁয়ায় শিউরে ওঠা... মোহাম্মদ আলী পার্কের ভিড়, বাবার কিনে দেওয়া চিকেন রোল, দিদির ব্যাগ থেকে পয়সা নিয়ে আলুকাবলি ... আজ শুধুই ফেসবুক পোস্ট |

 নবমীর রাতে বুকের ভিতর চিনচিনে ব্যাথা নেই আর | দশমীতে যেবার শেষবার সিঁদুর খেলেছিলাম...সেবার কি মায়ের চোখে জল দেখেছিলাম? না কি আমার চোখ ছলছল?

 পাড়ার প্যান্ডেলে চেয়ার নেই, গরমে ঘেমে ঠাকুর দেখা নেই, রাস্তার বিরিয়ানি খেয়ে পেটব্যথা নেই|

 চাওয়া - পাওয়ার হিসেব আজ থাক! আজ বরং পুরোনো জামায় থাকুক নতুন পারফিউম এর মাদকতা | নবমীর মন খারাপ আজ বাক্সবন্দী থাকুক - পুজো হোক আনন্দময় |

 শুভ শারদীয়া! পুজো ভালো কাটুক, পেট ভালো থাকুক!

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