Ochena Pother Thikana (The Address of an Unknown Path)Shohorer kolahol theke dure, paharer kole chotto ekti gram—'Meghbari'. Ei gramer akash jeno shob somoy meghe dhaka thake, ar batase thake buno fuler gondho. Aranyam, ekhonkar ekjon bikhkhyato uponyasik, aj ei grame esheche ektu shantir khoje. Tar jibone shob thakleo keno jeno ekta boro shunnyota ache. Tar lekhalekhi ekhon r ager moto pranjol noy, keno jeno tar kolomer kali furiye asche.
Aranyam-er ei Meghbari ashar pichone ekta bishishtho karon ache. Tar kache ekta purono diary ache, ja she ekti purono boier dokane peyechilo. Diary-r upor lekha chilo "Meghbarir Nilu". Diary-r protiti patay chilo ekti meyeder jiboner golpo, tar bhalobasha, tar opekkha, ar tar harano shopno. Aranyam-er mone hoyechilo, ei diary-r shesh tuku na janle she tar nijer notun uponyas-ta shesh korte parbe na.
Prothom DinMeghbarite pauche Aranyam ekta purono "Dak-Bungalow"-te uthlo. Sokal-er rod jokhon paharer gayer ghash-ke chhuye jachilo, Aranyam ber holo Nilu-r khoje. Gramer manusher kache Nilu-r kotha jante chaile tara ektu obak holo. Keu bollo, "Nilu? She to onek bochor agei chole geche." Keu abar bollo, "Nilu to shei meye-ta je shob somoy paharer niche bose thakto."
Aranyam-er bhetor ekta uttejona kaj korchilo. She diary-r pata gulo abar porlo. Nilu likhechilo: "Ami jani, tumi firbe. Shei din paharer bhetore megher rasta diye tumi jokhon asbe, ami tomar jonno ekta nil oporajita ful hate dariye thakbo."
Ochena DekhaHante hante Aranyam ekti boro jhornar kache pauchalo. Sekhane ekti chotto kuthir chilo. Kuthir-tir shamne ekjon briddho mohila bose achhen. Tar choker drishti onurodh-er moto, kintu shekhane ekta shanti ache. Aranyam kache gie jiggesh korlo, "Apni ki Nilu-ke chenen?"
Briddho mohila-ti ektu hashlen. "Nilu? Ami-i to Nilu."
Aranyam obak hoye gelo. Diary-r shei toruni Nilu aj ekjon briddho mohila? Aranyam diary-ta tar hate tule dilo. Nilu-r chokh jole bhore gelo. She bollo, "Ei diary-ta ami harie felechilam bohu bochor age. Tumi ki kore eta pele?"
Bhalobashar GolpoNilu shuru korlo tar golpo. Onek bochor age, she ekjon shilpike bhalobashto, jar nam chilo 'Shouvik'. Shouvik chilo ekjon pother shilpi. She Meghbarite eshechilo chhobi akte. Nilu ar Shouvik-er bhalobasha chilo megher moto pobiitro. Kintu Shouvik-er ekta boro rog chilo, ja she Nilu-ke boleni. She kebol bolto, "Ami ekdin fire ashbo, tokhon amra dujon mile ekta boro bari banabo."
Shouvik chole gelo, kintu r fire elo na. Nilu opekkha korechilo bohu bochor. She kintu kono din obhiman koreni. She janto, bhalobasha mane kebol pawa noy, bhalobasha mane opekkha kora. Nilu bollo, "Shouvik hoyto firte pareni, kintu tar shriti gulo amar kache ekhono jibonto."
Diary-r Shesh PataAranyam diary-r shesh patay dekhlo ekti chhobi aka ache—ekti pahari bari, jekhane meghera chhuye jachhe. Nilu bollo, "Ei chobi-ta Shouvik ekechilo. She bolechilo, ei baritei amra thakbo."
Aranyam bujhte parlo, tar uponyas-er shesh-ta kemon hobe. She Nilu-ke bollo, "Ami ki ei golpoti likhte pari?" Nilu bollo, "Likhun, kintu ekta kotha mone rakhen—golper shesh-ta jeno dukher na hoy. Bhalobasha kokhono dukher hoy na, bhalobasha shob somoy joyi hoy."
Fire AshaAranyam shohore fire elo. Tar notun uponyas-er nam dilo "Meghbarir Diary". Uponyas-ta khub jonopriyo holo. Manushera jante parlo ekti nishpap bhalobashar golpo, jekhane opekkha chilo ek ekti shritir moto sundor.
Aranyam-er bhetorer shunnyota-ta ekhon r nei. She bujhte pereche, jibone shob somoy shob kichu paoa jay na, kintu ja paoa jay, ta-i bachiye rakhte hoy. She ekhon r shunnyo mon niye bose thake na, borong she tar kolomer madohyome Nilu-r moto hajaro bhalobashar golpo phutiye tole.