Sayaner oi kotha shune Ananya kichukkhon chup kore roilo. Bristir shobdo chara ar kono shobdo chhilo na tader majhe. Ananya bujhte parlo, bhalobasha kokhono kokhono khub nishobde ashe, jemon kore oi shukno bokul fultu Sayaner kachhe chhilo.
Golpota ebar ektu gobhire niye jai:
Nil Khamer Nibrito Prem
Smritir Shuru
Ananyar mone porlo, tin bochhor agey library-r ekta purono konay shey bose chhilo. Shedin khub gorom chhilo, ar shey tar chul badhar jonyo ekta bokul fuler mala mathay diyechhilo. Porashonar chape kokhon je oi ekta ful khoshe porechhilo, sheta tar monei chhilo na. Kintu Sayan sheta thiki dekhechhilo. Sayaner kachhe oi fulta chhilo Ananyar prothom upohar, jodio Ananya sheta janto na.
Obekto Kotha
Hat-te hat-te Sayan bollo, "Jano Ananya, ei nil kham-ta ami shob shomoy amar sathe rakhi. Jokhon mon kharap hoy ba nijeke eka lage, tokhon ei shukno fultar gondho amake shanti dey."
Ananya ektu heshe bollo, "Ekta shukno fule ki kkhono gondho thake? Ota to kobei hariye gechhe."
Sayan thome giye bollo, "Gondho thake na hoyto, kintu oi dinertar anubhuti ekhono amar mone taja hoye ache. Shedin tumi ekta nil shari porechhile, mone ache?"
Ananya obak holo. Tar to nijer mone nei shedin shey ki porechhilo! Sayaner ei bhalobasha dekhe tar chokh ektu bhije elo. Shey realize korlo je, bhalobasha mane shudhu "I love you" bola noy, bhalobasha mane karor protiti chhotokhato jinish mone rakha.
Ek Notun Shuru
Bristi ekhon ektu komeche. Rastay jome thaka jol-e pakhir jhak snan korche. Ananya abruptly daralo ar Sayaner dike takiye bollo, "Oi nil kham-ta ki amake ekbar dewa jay?"
Sayan khub jotno kore kham-ta ber korlo. Ananya khamer bhetor theke shukno bokul fulta ber kore tar hat-e nilo. Tarpor shey tar bag theke ekta chotto pen ber kore khamer opore likhe dilo: "Amio shedin tomakei dekhchilam, kintu bolar shahosh paini."
Sayaner mukhe ekta boro hashi fute uthlo. Obosheshe oi nil khamer nibrito prem purno holo.