Reba sindoor khele bari phireche. subhro ekhono phereni. Club-er bodo dada-der sange mile shea bikele-r bijaya dosomi function-er natak-er jonnno rehersal korche. tar part ta choto kintu unimportant noi. Reba-r sashudi anima, pasher barir kakima-ke bijaya doshomi-r subheccha janate geche. tai bari ekhon phanka. emon shob bishesh dingulote se sankar-ke khubi miss kore.... tai aaj shokal thekei se emon ekta samay-er opekha korchilo. purono chithi-r bundle-ta reba abar khule boshlo... last chithita-y sankar Canada-r autumn-er ek adbhut life-like bornona diyeche.... Reba can literally visualize the treelined cobblestone streets, the side-walks dotted with yellow and red autumn leaves that sankar has so vividly described.... and as she reads his letter for the nth time her mind floats into those silent boulevards where shankar often goes for his morning walks....... (The Music starts: dure kothay.... dure dure.....)
next we see shankar in a half sweater.... pocket-er kona theke ekta envelope uki marche.... he starts jogging in those lanes that reba has just imagined.... then sits by a wooden chair.... ghaam muchte muchte he takes out the envelope from his pocket.... he smiles at his sons drawings of the hills and the beaches.... background-e we hear reba's voice saying..... tomar chile impatiently tomar jonno opekha korche.... and he is drawing pictures of all the beautiful places that we shall visit together.... perhaps next pujo-r chuti-te when you are here..... with a fading smile on his lips onnomanushko hoye shanker stares at infinity..... just then a whiff of wind blows.... and the drawing escapes shankar's hands and as he chases.... the letter vanishes into thin air while the autumn leaves creek under his feet..... then the song resumes..... dure kothay dure dure....
next we see shankar in a half sweater.... pocket-er kona theke ekta envelope uki marche.... he starts jogging in those lanes that reba has just imagined.... then sits by a wooden chair.... ghaam muchte muchte he takes out the envelope from his pocket.... he smiles at his sons drawings of the hills and the beaches.... background-e we hear reba's voice saying..... tomar chile impatiently tomar jonno opekha korche.... and he is drawing pictures of all the beautiful places that we shall visit together.... perhaps next pujo-r chuti-te when you are here..... with a fading smile on his lips onnomanushko hoye shanker stares at infinity..... just then a whiff of wind blows.... and the drawing escapes shankar's hands and as he chases.... the letter vanishes into thin air while the autumn leaves creek under his feet..... then the song resumes..... dure kothay dure dure....
seems ok. weekend e discuss kari. I think one go te story ta khatam karahok. then scene by scene asbe. anima mane shankar er maa r life o ektu explore karar darkar. unio khuub ambitious chhilen kintu bachcha bayos e biye hoye jawai hoini. tao uni biyer por BA complete korehchilen.
ReplyDeleteideally baiganik hote chheyechhilen kinta jeta BA hons e philosophy niye ektu puron korehhilen.