Grame amader ekta farm house ache, jar charidike eto porimaper ghochano gachhpala diye vora je baire theke dekhe bojha jay na je er moddhe ekta farm house ache. Eta babar poitrik sompotti. Ami amader farm house-e berate gechilam ta prai dosh bochor hoye geche, tarpor theke ekhono porjonto ar jawa hoyni. Eta ekta resort-er theke kom na. Ar er charpashe amader pholer bagan ache. Amader farm house-e ekta caretaker ache, jar naam Sunil. Take ami Sunil jethu bole daki. Aaj third year-er final porikkha sesh holo. Ekhon prai tin shoptaho chhuti ache. Rate ek sathe khaoa-daoa korar somoy, baba bollon— “Rimi, tor result out hote ekhono to prai tin shoptaho baki, tui borong ei kota din grame giye katiye ay. Gramer poribesh theke kichudin katiye ashle tor mon manoshikotao bhalo thakbe.” Amar byaparta besh bhalo laglo, tai ami raji hoye bollam— “Eta ekta bhalo idea.” Baba bollon— “Tahole kal sokalei beriye por, ami caretaker ke bole dichhi.” Ami bollam— “Thik ache.” Rate jama kapor pack kore nilam. Porer din sokal hote ami beriye porlam. Prai dupur nagad grame pouchhe gelam. Rastata khub-i kharap, tai ami driver ke amake namiye diye chole jete bollam. Driver bollon— “Ma’am, ekhono to farm house besh kichuta dur ache, ar akashe megho koreche, brishti hobar sombhabona ache.” Ami bollam— “Kono oshubidha hobe na.” Driver— “Thik ache, ma’am,” bole chole gelo. Ami bibhinno rokom chasher khet dekhte dekhte hente hente jacchi, hothat jore jhoro hawa’r sathe brishti namlo, ami puro vije gechi. Amar porone chhilo sada rong-er strap kurti, seta vije giye puro amar gayer sathe lege geche. Souvaggyobosot ei brishtite rastay ase-pashe kono lokjon chhilo na. Kono rokom-e farm house-obdi pouchhe gelam. Ami dorjay naratei Sunil jethu dorja khullo.