Ki achhe Marquez-er lekhay? Kibhabe amar onubhutir raash onayashe taar muthoy chole jaay?
Ami nijeke e proshno korar obokaash-o paai na Marquez-er lekha porar somoy. Taar bishaal taana jhoro lekha phurie jaabar por-i ekta oboshaader sathe proshnogulo amar bhetore chhorie pore, narisongsorger por jemonta hoy ... Marquezer lekhake tulona kora jete pare kono unmotto romoni-shorirer sathei.
Kemon ekta nirosh --- kokhono kokhono korkosh --- nirliptota die shuru koren Marquez. Pathokke ektu somoy dite hoy taar lekhake, ektu ektu korei taar shukno morokta khule chharie nite hoy, aar ekbar taar lekhake unmochito korar por thamar ichhe jaage na. Kibhabe Marquez eker por ek tene nie ashen shei odbhut bhalobashake, kibhabe moner bhetore gie gole mishe jaay tara, protiti bakke notun notun mor phute othe onabishkrito shorirer ba[n]ker moto ... Marquez amar shorirke moner sathe jaagie tolen.
One Hundred Years of Solitude ami porechhi amar nijer eksho bochhorer nishshongotar somoye, amar ekhono mone pore ami ki ek khepar moto raat jege shob kichhu chherechhure saraghore he[n]te boshe shue shesh korechhi take, ekbar shei lekhake nogno kore phelar por ... e ki shudhu ek thanda biplobi Aureliano Buendias-er khamoka juddher bornona? Ek ekbar mor nie shei golpe kromosh ghono hoyechhe bhalobashar kotha, ki tibro othocho ki mosrin ar norom taar bichchhuron ... 32ta juddhe here jaawa Buendiaske tar bongshodhorera naame baa[n]chie rakhte chay, eker por ek putro chhorie pore Aureliano naam nie ... jokhon onek durer bongshodhor Aureliano taar sontaaner naam rakhte chaay Aureliano, shudhu ekta sopno nie je she ekdin 32ta juddho jitbe ... ami poshur moro chitkar kore ke[n]de uthechhilam nijer here jawa juddhogulor kotha mone kore ... abar shei eki Marquez jokhon Of Love and Other Demons e lekhen ek balikar jonne ek jajoker oshohay bhalobashar golpo ... je bhalobasha kono chehara nite na pere shudhu osohay kore tole sobaike ... jokhon Marquez Autumn of the Patriarch-e bolen kono ek shoiracharir golpo, jaake nogorbashi khu[n]je paay dhongshostupe, kintu chinte pare na ... e karone noy je taar mukh shokune khuble kheyechhe, shudhu she karone je taara kokhonoi loktake chine uthte paareni ... Love in the Time of Cholerate ek prouro atmohotta kore she briddho hote chay na bole, ar tar kukurta payer ba[n]dhon dhile kore rakhar por-o paalie jaay na teto almonder gondhomakha gold cyanide-er kobol theke ... ami jaani na ki ek bhalobashar dheu graash kore amake ... ami thakbo na, Marquez amar moto osonkho binashproboner shorir theke shorire ei bhalobashar dheue chore be[n]che thakben. Marquez, mortatori te salutant.
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