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Baggages picked up at various quarters of life - Grey flower carelessly sketched at the corner of a busy page ... an old white and green eraser from an empty classroom ... a piece of string ... another poem ...

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Kothopokothon – Ek


: Gari cholte cholte porte nei. Choshma mota hoy.

: Hok. (Dismissing)

: Ki boi porchhish re?

: Story of Hellen Keller (not taking her eyes off the book)            

: Kellen Heller…shey ke?

: Uff. Kellen na Helen.

  Ekjon chhilo…deaf and dumb and blind and brave and all. And great. (added as an afterthought)

: Hmm…blind and all to porto kikore?

: Pare blind ra porte…ache ekta jinish.. porte dao na.

: Are ki jinish bolte hobe to..

: Ache..dot dot…naam mone nei. Ebar stop.

: B diye naki? (old wrinkled eyes smiling)

: (looking up from the book) … bodhoy. Na na … L diye

: Braille naki ? (platypus smile with twinkling eyes)

: Hnya hnya Braille Braille !!!

: Ota je invent korlo tar naam o Braille. Ke chillo bolto Braille? Bol dekhi kemon parish…

: (Giving up) Jani na. EBAR BOI PORTE DEBE ????

: Jani na not allowed. Jani na not allowed. Jante hobe, shikhte hobe. 

: (Exasperated. Closes book with a finger on a page). BOLO !!!! taratari.

: Louis Braille was a cobbler’s son. French. Chhottobela theke blind kintu khub boi porte bhalobasto.

: Amar moton? (Book on lap now)

: Yes ! Boi bhalobasto thik tor moton. Kintu blind hole boi porbe kikore. Shobshomoy bhabto ki kora jaay. Kintu asha chharto na. Ekdin baba  r dokane leather e futo korte korte mathay idea elo !

: Kemon idea ?!! (Book beside her on the car seat, she was sitting upright)

: Idea ta ei je, koyekta dot ke nanabhabe shajiye letters aar words bojhano jaay. Six dots, that’s it. Fingertips diye feel kore jekono blind lok jekono boi porte parbe.

: Six dots diye shob letters ??? Dhyat.

: Shotti ! Shob letters, numbers, words o. Different combination of unchu unchu 6 dots e. Aar tarpor theke whole world er shob blind people ra boi porte parlo!

: Wow !!! Aar na hole ki hoto?

: Ki na hole ki hoto?

: Braille na hole?

: Braille na hole ... blind der shob boi reading pore shonate hoto. Tui shonati ?

: Na !!!!! …ok maybe sometimes. (feeling guilty about the spontaneous selfishness)

: Achha chol naam ebar. School eshe gechhe. Oi dyakh gate bondho hochhe. Shiggir naam.

: Oh No Dadan !!!! Dekhle shei boita pora holo na !!!! TOMAR JONNO !!!! UFFFFF !!!!