Desh bidesh

Prothombar America-ke bhalo legechhilo, impressed noy, bishuddho bhalo legechhilo, prothom bochhorer swadhinota dibos udjapon korte giye.
Deshtay neme istak jhokjhoke rasta, toktoke manush, binoyer aatishojyo, aprotyashito jayga theke bondhutwopurNo byabohar pete pete jokhon moner bhetor jana sompurNo hoyechhe, edeshta amar noy, ekhane ami bohiragoto matro, thik tokkhuni Sougata da prostab dilo je bachchader 4th July Eve-er aatosbaji dekhate niye jawa jete pare. GaaRi bojhai kore rastay beriyei matha ghure gelo. eto lok thake deshtate! chhele-buRo-jowan-chhanaponar dol podobroje hoihoi kore downtown-er dike cholechhe. gaaRi park kora hoyechhe seeeeiiii mile khanek duure, tarpor haate madur, folding chair, bNete manushder haate tubelight tolowar, matha-gola-dNaater paati aaloksojjay sojjito kore saheb mem-ra swadhinota dibos palon korte cholechhen.
AnekkhoN dhore ekta ushkhush bhab ter pachchhilam buker bhetor. tarpor West Broad Street-er moR ghurtei jokhon huRmuR kore manusher srot ghaaRer opor ese poRlo, ar Sougata da bollo, shiggiri sobai amar pechhone line diye chol, ar Sougata dar shirt dhore Raili di, Raili dir top dhore Shibalee, Shibalee-r jama dhore ami, amar jholar handle dhore Somasree, ar Somasree-r T shirt dhore Sudipto praNpoNe bhiRer moddhye chhitke na jawar byabostha korte laglam, buker bhetorer ushkhushanita ube giye ekta mosto ullas phete poRlo. E to Mahesh-er rother mela!!! Cycle-er opor baba, babar kNadher opor ami, lokkho lokkho manusher mathar opor diye Jogonnather roth dekhchhi.
Doltola-y, jilipir dokaner samne thyalatheli bhiR. chumki bosano radhakrishno, ar chhata haate traffic pulish-er maatir muurti kagoje pNyechiye, japte dhore bhiR thele egochchhi. Chandannagar-er Jagaddhatrii thakur dekhte giye, maayer motoi dekhte ekjoner haat dhore hNete chole jachchhi amlaanbodone, pechhen theke amar maa chNyachhen, kothay jachho sona, ami to ekhane....
Nodir dhaare 'bhalo' jayga bechhe dNaRiye, ghaaR tonton koriye aatosbaji dekhte giye, sara akash alo kora sonali, niil, sada, laal tarar ful futchhe dekhe bhiRer sathe gola miliye horshodhwoni kore uthhte uthhte amar nijeke prothom ektu kom bohiragoto mone hoyechhilo, sposhto mone achhe.
Tarporeo anekbar ghotonata ghotechhe. aloy moRa Rockefeller-er dike takiye boRodiner sondhyey hNatte hNatte Mohommod Ali Park-er pandal-e dhokar line-er kotha bhebechhi anoboroto, ar aro eku beshi charpasher utsober angsho hoye gechhi. Barns and Noble-er janalar opaar theke fulchhap frock pora bachcha meye takiye achhe amar dike, chokhachokhi hote lojja peye chokh soriye niyechhe, ar ami amar mukhchora chhotobelake chokher samne dekhte pachchhi.
Ei phNakphokor gulo diye, asonkhyo aapato-amiler stor soriye milgulo uNki maare jokhon, tokhon ami edeshtake aro ektu beshi bhalobasi.