She amar nunu dekhe bollo,”bhaiya ota ki?”Ami buddhimaner moto bollam,”Are buka,ota hochche amar dhon,ota diye ami hisu kori.”She hat diye bollo,”Eta eto shokto keno?Eta diye tumi hisu korbe kivabe?Futo kuthay?”Ami futo dekhatei bollo,”Mago ki shundhor!Amar gudhta tumar nunur moto shundor noy keno?”Amra dujone pashapashi shuye,ekjon arekjoner pude angul dhukhanor chesta korte laglam.Kinto betha lagchilo,angul vitore jachchilona.Sumi bigger moto ray dilo,”Oi futo budh hoy sil kora thake,hagur shomoy boro hoy.Okhane juke dhukte parbena.” Sumi abar shuye pore bollo,”Amar gudher futota aro boro kore daona Bhaiya,jate juke ta shohoje beriye ashte pare.”Or gudher rokto pora onekta bondho hoye geche.Ami boro angul diye khuchate laglam.Sumi chuk buje govir nihshas nite nite bollo,”Aro ektu jure dao na Bhaiya,khub aram hochche amar.” She kache paye hat diye amar dhon ta dhore bollo,”Bhaiya tumar nunu,tumar anguler theke boro,ota amar
