Incest Mera Nanihal

[kirantariq]

Love from Karachi princess

 

[neha sing 7079]

Kal tak update aa jayega ..abhi aur likhna hai thoda ..

Big update dena jisme 5 6 update. Merge ho

 

[neha sing 7079]

Kal tak update aa jayega ..abhi aur likhna hai thoda ..

Kaha aayi update kiu jhooth bolte ho

 

[Premkumar65]

Update 1


Platform par bahut shor tha. Train ke aane ki announcement baar-baar ho rahi thi. Chai walon ki awaaz, kulhadon ki khanak, logon ke bhaagte kadam, bachchon ka shor, luggage ke pahiyon ki ghis-ghis… sab kuch itna zyada tha ki kisi ek awaaz ko alag se sunna mushkil tha. Lekin pata nahi kyun, mujhe in sabke beech bhi sirf apne andar ki khamoshi sunai de rahi thi. Main platform ki ek lohe ki bench par akela baitha tha. Mere paas ek kaala trolley bag pada tha. Usmein kuch kapde the, thodi zaroori cheezein aur kuch kagaz… wahi kagaz jinhone meri poori zindagi ke baare mein meri soch badal di thi...



Mera naam Ravi hai. Main atharah saal ka hoon. Aur aaj main us jagah ja raha hoon jahan jaane ke baare mein maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Apni maa ke gaon. Meri maa… Ye do shabd mere andar ajeeb sa dard paida karte hain. Kyuki bachpan se mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki meri maa ne mujhe chhod diya tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki meri maa ko main pasand nahi tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki bachpan mein mere andar kuch aisi problems thi jinke wajah se meri maa mujhse pareshan rehti thi. Papa kehte the ki meri maa kisi aur se shaadi karna chahti thi, isliye unhone papa ko chhod diya. Aur jab unhe jaana tha, to woh mujhe bhi saath nahi le gayi. Main sirf paanch saal ka tha jab mere maa-papa ka divorce hua tha. Paanch saal… Itni chhoti umr hoti hai ki bachcha divorce ka matlab bhi nahi samajhta. Mujhe bas itna yaad hai ki ek waqt tak meri maa mere aas-paas thi. Phir ek din woh nahi thi. Mujhe samjhaya gaya ki woh mujhe chhod kar chali gayi. Aur bachche aksar wahi maan lete hain jo unke bade unhe batate hain. Maine bhi maan liya.


Papa ne meri maa ke liye mere dil mein dheere-dheere nafrat bhar di. Kabhi kehte “Usse tumhari fikr nahi thi.” Kabhi kehte “Tumhari maa ko apni zindagi zyada pyari thi.” Aur kabhi meri taraf dekhkar kehte “Tumhe kya lagta hai, woh tumhe kyun le jaati? Usse tum pasand hi nahi the.” Har baar main chup ho jaata. Main apni maa se nafrat karne laga. Ya shayad… Mujhe laga ki main unse nafrat karta hoon. Lekin aaj platform par baitha hua mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki bachpan mein mere andar nafrat se zyada ek sawaal tha. “Maa mujhe kyun chhod kar gayi?” Aur us sawaal ka jawab mujhe kabhi nahi mila.


Jab main das saal ka hua, mujhe hostel bhej diya gaya. Us waqt tak papa doosri shaadi kar chuke the. Mera naya ghar tha, lekin us ghar mein main khud ko kabhi apna nahi samajh saka. Isliye hostel meri zindagi ban gaya. Hostel ki subah bahut ajeeb hoti thi. Ghanti bajti thi aur hum sabko neend se zabardasti uthna padta tha. Thandi subah mein aankhen kholne ka mann nahi karta tha, lekin warden ki awaaz ke saamne kisi ki nahi chalti thi. Ek jaise kamre. Ek jaise bistar. Ek jaise table. Ek jaise school uniform. Aur un sabke beech main. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko jab poora hostel chup ho jaata tha, main apne bistar par leta hua chhat ko dekhta rehta. Doosre bachchon ko ghar se phone aata tha. Kisi ki maa poochti “Beta, khana kha liya?” Kisi ke papa kehte “Padhai karna, jaldi sona.” Kisi ki chhoti behen phone par roti thi ki bhaiya kab ghar aaoge. Main apne paas rakhe phone ko dekhta rehta. Mere phone par bhi kabhi-kabhi papa ka call aata tha. Lekin meri maa ka nahi. Maa ka number mere paas tha hi nahi. Mujhe ye tak nahi pata tha ki woh kahan rehti hain. Kaise rehti hain. Mere baare mein sochti bhi hain ya nahi. Ya shayad… Unhone mujhe kab ka bhula diya hai. Ye khayal mujhe andar se tod deta tha. Isliye main apne aap ko samjhata tha “Chhod diya na unhone mujhe. Phir main kyun unhe yaad karun?” Lekin bachpan kitna ajeeb hota hai. Jis insaan se hum nafrat karne ka faisla karte hain, kabhi-kabhi raat ko usi insaan ki god yaad aati hai. Mujhe apni maa ki god yaad bhi nahi thi. Phir bhi pata nahi kyun, mujhe lagta tha ki agar maa hoti to shayad main itna akela nahi hota.


12vi ki Exam khatam hone ke baad main kuch din ke liye ghar aaya tha. Papa ghar par nahi the. Pata nahi kyun, us din main pehli baar papa ke kamre mein chala gaya. Shayad bas kuch dhoondhne. Almari ke ek kone mein purani files rakhi thi. Maine bina kisi khaas wajah ke ek file khol di. Aur phir… Meri ungliyan wahi ruk gayin. Ek kagaz tha. Divorce papers. Maine pehli baar apni maa ka poora naam dekha. Papa ka naam. Aur neeche ek address. Main us kagaz ko baar-baar padhne laga. Usmein meri maa ke maayke ka pata tha. Ek gaon ka naam. Mera nanihal. Nanihal… Ye shabd mere liye sirf kitaabon aur doosre bachchon ki baaton mein suna hua shabd tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mera nanihal kahan hai. Wahan kaun rehta hai. Meri maa ke maa-baap zinda hain ya nahi. Mere mama hain ya mausi. Koi mujhe jaanta bhi hai ya nahi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha. Bas ek address tha. Aur us address ke peeche meri maa ki ek poori zindagi chhupi hui thi.


Us raat main bahut der tak so nahi paya. Papa ne jo kuch mujhe saalon se bataya tha, woh sab mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Agar maa mujhe sach mein pasand nahi karti thi… To phir unka maayka kahan tha? Unhone mujhe kabhi lene ki koshish kyun nahi ki? Kya woh sach mein mujhe chhodna chahti thi? Ya… Papa ne mujhse kuch chhupaya tha? Mere paas jawab nahi tha. Sirf sawaal the. Bahut saare sawaal. Aur un sab sawaalon ke beech ek chhoti si umeed bhi thi. Shayad… Shayad mujhe wahan maa ke baare mein kuch pata chal jaaye. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa kaisi thi. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda. Aur sabse badhkar… Shayad kahin se meri maa khud mil jaaye.


Isi umeed mein main aaj ghar se nikla hoon. Papa ko maine kaha ki main kuch doston ke saath ghoomne ja raha hoon. Jhooth bola. Pehli baar. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki main wapas kab aaunga. Bas itna pata tha ki mujhe jaana hai. Apni maa ke gaon. Us ghar ki taraf jahan shayad mere sawaalon ke jawab pade hain. Train platform par aa kar ruk gayi. Ek tez hawa ka jhonka mere chehre se takraya. Log uthne lage. Kisi ne apna bachcha god mein utha liya. Kisi ne apna bag kandhe par rakha. Ek aadmi apni patni se keh raha tha, “Dhyan se chadhna.” Main kuch pal tak unhe dekhta raha. Phir apna trolley bag uthaya. Mere kadam train ki taraf badh rahe the. Dil ajeeb tarah se dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi main maa se milunga ya nahi. Pata nahi woh mujhe pehchanengi ya nahi. Pata nahi unki aankhon mein mujhe dekhkar khushi hogi ya hairani. Aur pata nahi… Itne saalon tak jin baaton ko sach samajhkar main apni maa se nafrat karta raha… Unmein se kitni baatein sach thi. Train ke darwaze par chadhte hue maine ek baar peeche mudkar platform ko dekha. Phir dheere se khud se kaha “Maa… agar aap sach mein mujhe chhodkar gayi thi, to main aapse iska jawab zaroor maangunga.” Maine aankhen band ki. Aur train chal padi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki main apni maa ko dhoondhne ja raha tha…

A very good start. Hope ki story achhi hogi?

 

[Premkumar65]

Update 2

Train dheere-dheere platform se nikal chuki thi. Main apni seat ke berth ke paas jaakar baith gaya aur ek lambi saans chhod di. Pata nahi woh saans thakaan ki thi, ghabrahat ki ya phir us safar ki jo abhi shuru hi hua tha. Train mein bahut bheed thi. Subah ke kareeb das baj rahe the. Kisi ko apni seat mil gayi thi, koi khidki ke paas jagah banane ki koshish kar raha tha, koi apne bachchon ko sambhal raha tha. Main sabke beech chupchaap baitha tha aur khidki se bahar bhaagte hue pedon aur gharon ko dekh raha tha. Har guzarta hua station mujhe meri manzil ke thoda aur kareeb le ja raha tha, lekin mere dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat bhi badhti ja rahi thi. Pata nahi main apni maa ko dhoondh bhi paunga ya nahi, aur agar mil gayi… to kya woh mujhe pehchanengi?


Kuch ghante beet gaye. Train apni raftaar se chalti rahi aur main kabhi bahar dekhta, kabhi apne phone ki screen. Tabhi papa ka phone aaya. Maine call uthaya to unhone bas itna poocha ki train pakad li hai ya nahi. Unki awaaz mein mere safar ko lekar koi khaas fikr nahi thi. Shayad unke liye ye bas ek aam sawaal tha. Waise bhi, unhe meri fikr kab thi? Woh apni doosri biwi aur bachche ke saath chhuttiyan manane kahin aur ja rahe the. Unki apni duniya thi, apna parivaar tha. Main us duniya ka hissa kab ka nahi raha tha. Meri sauteli maa mujhe kabhi pasand nahi karti thi aur dheere-dheere unhone papa ko bhi mujhse door kar diya tha. Main papa se shikayat karna chahta tha, bahut kuch poochna chahta tha, lekin har baar meri zubaan khamosh ho jaati thi. Shayad aadat ho gayi thi mujhe apni baatein andar rakhne ki.


Phone rakhne ke baad maine apna mobile dobara haath mein liya aur usmein saved woh tasveer kholi jisme meri maa ke maayke ka aadha-adhura address tha. Screen par likha tha
“रजनी, पिता महेश कुमार… गांव सिर्फ ‘ब…’”. Uske aage ka hissa itna dhundhla tha ki kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha tha. Shayad kagaz purana tha, shayad waqt ke saath uski likhawat mit gayi thi. Bas aakhir mein jile ka naam saaf dikh raha tha. Main us address ko baar-baar padh raha tha, jaise aankhon se dekhne ke bajaye dil se us jagah ko yaad kar lena chahta hoon. Mere paas na gaon ka poora naam tha, na kisi rishtedaar ka number, na ye pata tha ki wahan jaakar main kisko apna parichay dunga. Mere paas bas ek adhura address tha aur ek poori zindagi ka sawaal.



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Phir bhi main usi adhure pate ke sahare nikal pada tha. Apni maa ki talaash mein. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki ye safar kitna aasaan hoga ya kitni mushkilon se bhara hoga. Sach kahun to mujhe ye bhi nahi pata tha ki main sahi jagah ja raha hoon ya nahi. Lekin mere andar ek ajeeb si umeed thi jo mujhe rukne nahi de rahi thi. Atharah saal tak jis maa ko maine sirf ek buri aurat samjha tha, aaj pehli baar unse milne ki tamanna mere andar nafrat se badi ho gayi thi. Shayad dil ke kisi kone mein main kabhi unse nafrat kar hi nahi paya tha. Shayad main bas unse jawab chahta tha. Ek baar unki aankhon mein dekhkar poochna chahta tha ki “Maa, aap mujhe chhod kar kyun gayi thi?”


Safar bahut lamba tha. Train ghanton tak patriyon par daudti rahi. Din dhal gaya, shaam ho gayi aur phir raat ne poore aasman ko apne andhere mein chhupa liya. Kareeb 32 ghante ke is thaka dene wale safar ke baad, raat ke lagbhag 10 baje main aakhir us station par utara, jahan se mere maa ke jile ki taraf jaane wali bus milni thi. Pairon mein thakaan thi, aankhon mein neend thi aur kandhe par bag ka bojh pehle se zyada mehsoos ho raha tha, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb si roshni thi. Mujhe laga jaise main bas ek kadam aur maa ke kareeb aa gaya hoon.


Main fatafat bus stand ke baare mein poochta hua wahan pahucha. Raat ka waqt tha. Bus stand par bhi zyada bheed nahi thi. Kuch log apna samaan lekar idhar-udhar baithe the, kuch drivers aur conductors chai ki dukaan ke paas khade baatein kar rahe the. Maine jile ke andar jaane wali bus ke baare mein poocha aur jo bus mili, main usmein chadh gaya. Seat par baithte hi maine apna bag sambhala aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Andhera tha. Kabhi kisi chhote se gaon ki do-chaar roshniyan nazar aati, phir sab kuch dobara andhere mein kho jaata.


Pata nahi kyun, us poore safar mein mujhe baar-baar apni maa ki yaad aa rahi thi. Dil mein ek ajeeb si khushi thi. Aisi khushi jise main khud bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha. Main soch raha tha ki jab main maa ke saamne jaunga to sabse pehle kya kahunga. Kya main seedha unke paas jaakar khada ho jaunga? Kya woh mujhe dekhkar pehchan lengi? Kya woh mujhe gale laga lengi? Ya kuch pal tak bas mera chehra dekhti rahengi? Mere dimaag mein na jaane kitne khayal aa rahe the. Kabhi sochta, main unse bahut gussa karunga. Muh fula kar baith jaunga aur unse baat hi nahi karunga. Phir khud hi apni is bachkani soch par halki si muskurahat aa jaati. Atharah saal ka ho gaya tha main, lekin maa ke saamne jaane ka khayal aate hi andar ka woh chhota sa bachcha jaag gaya tha jo kabhi maa ki god se door ho gaya tha.


Kareeb raat ke do baje main aakhir us jile ke bus stand par pahuch gaya. Bus se neeche utarte hi thandi raat ki hawa mere chehre se takraayi. Itni raat ho chuki thi ki bus stand lagbhag khaali tha. Kuch log zameen par chadar bichhakar so rahe the, kuch bench par pade the aur ek-do chai ki dukaanen ab bhi aadhi khuli hui thi. Main apna bag kandhe par daale kuch der wahin khada raha. Mere saamne meri maa ka poora jila tha… lekin meri maa ka gaon ab bhi mujhse utna hi door tha.


Mere paas bas itna pata tha ki gaon ka naam “ब…” se shuru hota hai. Lekin us jile mein “ब” se shuru hone wale na jaane kitne gaon honge. Main kis gaon mein jaata? Kisse poochta? Mujhe apne nanihal mein kisi ka naam tak nahi pata tha. Nani hain ya nahi, mama hain ya mausi, ghar kaisa hai, gaon kahan hai mere paas kisi sawaal ka jawab nahi tha. Ek pal ke liye mere andar darr sa uthne laga ki kahin main itni door aakar bhi maa ko na dhoondh paun. Lekin phir maine khud ko sambhala. Itni door tak aa gaya hoon to ab wapas kaise ja sakta hoon?


Maine faisla kiya ki aaj ki raat isi bus stand par guzar leta hoon. Subah hote hi kisi local aadmi se poochunga, kisi tempo wale se poochunga, kisi dukandaar se poochunga. Shayad kisi ko mere maa ke gaon ka pata ho. Shayad koi mujhe us gaon tak pahucha de. Shayad kisi mod par, kisi kacchi sadak ke aakhir mein, kisi purane ghar ke darwaze ke peeche meri maa mera intezar kar rahi ho.

Main bus stand ki ek bench par baith gaya. Bag ko apne paas rakha aur sar peeche tikakar aankhen band kar li. Neend meri aankhon se bahut door thi. Mere dimaag mein bas ek hi chehra tha ek aisa chehra jise maine saalon se dekha nahi tha, lekin phir bhi dil ke kisi kone mein sambhal kar rakha tha.

Meri maa.

Aur us raat, apne nanihal se kuch hi door, main pehli baar dil se ye dua kar raha tha ki subah jaldi ho… kyunki shayad subah ke saath meri maa tak pahunchne ka raasta bhi mil jaaye.

Sochte-sochte pata hi nahi chala ki kab meri aankh lag gayi. Raat bhar ke safar aur thakaan ne aakhir mujhe usi lohe ki thandi bench par sula diya. Na takiya tha, na kambal, na koi apna jo dekh sake ki main theek se so bhi raha hoon ya nahi. Bas apna bag sirhane ki tarah paas mein rakha aur aankhen band kar li thi. Pata nahi kitni der baad meri aankh achanak logon ke shor-gul se khuli. Subah ho chuki thi. Bus stand, jo raat mein bilkul sunsaan sa lag raha tha, ab dheere-dheere zindagi se bharne laga tha. Log apne-apne samaan ke saath idhar-udhar aa-ja rahe the, kuch log bench par baithkar akhbaar padh rahe the, koi apni bus ka intezar kar raha tha aur kuch log paas ki chai ki tapri par garam chai ki chuski le rahe the. Maine aankhen malte hue ek lambi angdai li aur phone nikaal kar waqt dekha. Subah ke saat baj rahe the. Main bench se utha to badan mein ajeeb si akad thi, jaise poori raat kisi bench par nahi, balki patthar par soya hoon. Lekin maa ki talaash ka khayal aate hi thakaan jaise kuch der ke liye peeche chali gayi.

Bus stand ke ek kone mein chhoti si chai ki tapri lagi thi, jise meri hi umar ka lagne wala ek ladka chala raha tha. Main uske paas gaya aur pehle usse aas-paas koi sauchalaye hone ke baare mein poocha. Usne haath se saamne ki taraf ishara karte hue mujhe jagah bata di. Main wahan gaya, fresh hua aur lautkar usi tapri par aa gaya. Subah ki thandi hawa mein garam chai ki khushboo ajeeb sukoon de rahi thi. Maine ek cup chai li aur chupchaap khada hokar peene laga. Mere dimaag mein ab bhi wahi ek sawaal tha “ब” se shuru hone wala woh gaon kaunsa tha? Mere paas maa ke ghar tak pahunchne ka koi seedha raasta nahi tha. Bas ek akshar tha aur uske peeche meri poori zindagi.

Jab thodi der baad chai ki tapri par bheed kam hui, maine socha ki shayad ye ladka meri kuch madad kar sake. Maine cup neeche rakha aur uski taraf dekhkar poocha, “Bhai, ek baat poochun? Is jile mein ‘ब’ se shuru hone wale kitne gaon hain?” Meri baat sunkar woh ladka ek pal ke liye mujhe gaur se dekhne laga, jaise usse mera sawaal thoda ajeeb laga ho. Phir halki si muskurahat ke saath bola, “Kya saheb, naye-naye aaye ho kya yahan?” Maine seedha jawab diya, “Haan bhai, naya hoon. Bas mujhe gaon ke naam ka pehla akshar pata hai ‘ब’.” Woh meri baat sunkar hans pada aur kuch dair socha aur apni ungli per ginte hue bola, “saheb, kam se kam 7 - 8 gaon honge yahan jo ‘ब’ se shuru hote hain. Ab aapko kaunsa gaon jaana hai, ye jaane bina main kaise bata doon?”

Main thoda uski taraf jhukkar bola, “Tum bas naam bata do bhai. Main ek-ek karke sab gaon jaakar pata laga lunga.” Meri baat sunkar uski hansi dheere-dheere ruk gayi. Ab woh mujhe thoda gaur se dekh raha tha. Shayad usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aakhir main kiski talaash mein itni door se aaya hoon. Usne kuch pal chup rehkar poocha, “Kiska pata lagana hai?” Maine ek chhoti si saans li aur kaha, “Hai koi apna… usi ka pata lagana hai. Bas tum gaon ke naam bata do.”

Woh ladka kuch pal mujhe dekhta raha. Phir usne aas-paas nazar daudayi aur sadak ki taraf dekhkar zor se ek tempo wale ko awaaz lagayi. “Mangru!” Sadak ke kinare khada ek tempo dheere-dheere hamari taraf aaya. Tempo se ek ladka neeche utara. Woh lagbhag meri hi umar ka tha. Uske kapdon aur chehre se saaf lag raha tha ki woh isi ilaake ka rehne wala hai. Chai wale ne usse meri taraf ishara karte hue kaha, “Mangru, ye saheb naye aaye hain, shehar se. Inko ‘ब’ se shuru hone wale har gaon mein jaana hai. Kisi ko dhoondhna hai… apne kisi ko.”

Mangru ne meri taraf dekha. Uske chehre par bhi hairani thi. Shayad usne bhi socha hoga ki aakhir kaisa aadmi hai jo itni door se sirf gaon ke ek akshar ke sahare kisi ko dhoondhne chala aaya hai. Usne dheere se kaha, “Pura ‘ब’ wale gaon ghoomoge? Saheb, ismein bahut time lagega. Ek din mein to sab gaon nahi ghoom paoge.”

Main bina ek pal soche bol pada, “Mangru, jitna paisa chahiye main dunga. Chahe do din lagen ya do mahine, mujhe le chalo. Tumhari har din ki dihadi dunga. Bas mujhe un gaon tak le chalo.”

Meri baat sunkar Mangru ke chehre par pehli baar halki si khushi dikhai di. Aakhir paisa kise bura lagta hai? Usne meri taraf dekha, phir apne tempo ki taraf aur bola, “Theek hai saheb. Mujhe to paise se matlab hai. Aap paisa dena, main aapko jahan-jahan bolenge wahan le jaunga. Aao, chalo.”

Maine apna bag uthaya aur kandhe par daal liya. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mangru mujhe meri manzil tak pahucha payega ya nahi. Mujhe ye bhi nahi pata tha ki jis gaon ko main dhoondhne ja raha hoon, wahan meri maa sach mein hogi ya nahi. Lekin itna zaroor pata tha ki ab main akela nahi tha. Mere paas ek tempo tha, ek anjaan ladka tha aur ek adhura sa pata tha. Aur us adhure pate ke peeche meri poori zindagi ka sabse bada sawaal chhupa hua tha. Main tempo ki taraf badha aur dil mein bas ek hi baat thi “Maa, main aa raha hoon… bas pata nahi aap tak pahunchne mein kitne gaon paar karne padenge.”.

Good going.

 

[Premkumar65]

Update 3

Mangru ne tempo start kiya aur hum bus stand ki bheed se nikal kar dheere-dheere shehar ki sadkon ko peeche chhodne lage. Kuch hi der mein pakki sadak patli hone lagi aur dono taraf ke bade-bade makaan kam hote gaye. Unki jagah chhote ghar, mitti ki deewarein, kheton ki lambi hariyali aur door tak faile ped-paudhe nazar aane lage. Main khidki ke paas baitha chupchaap bahar dekh raha tha. Shehar mein pala-badha hone ki wajah se mere liye ye sab kuch bilkul naya tha. Itni khuli jagah maine shayad pehli baar dekhi thi. Shehar mein har taraf concrete ki deewarein, gaadiyon ka shor aur bheed hoti thi, lekin yahan hawa jaise khulkar chal rahi thi. Sadak ke dono taraf neem, peepal aur bargad ke bade-bade ped khade the, jin ki shaakhein sadak ke upar tak faili hui thi. Kahin aam ke pedon par ghane patte the, kahin kheton mein fasal hawa ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahi thi. Door kisi khet mein bail chal rahe the, kahin auratein sir par ghaas ka bojh liye ghar ki taraf ja rahi thi aur kuch bachche nange pair mitti wali galiyon mein daud rahe the. Mujhe sab kuch ajeeb bhi lag raha tha aur khoobsurat bhi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi doosri hi duniya mein aa gaya hoon.

Mangru mujhe ek-ek karke un gaonon ki taraf le ja raha tha jo “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to humne tempo ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas roka. Main neeche utara aur dukaan par baithe ek buzurg aadmi ko maa ka naam bataya .. Maine unhe naam pita( nana ) ka naam bataya aur jitna adhura pata mere paas tha, sab samjhane ki koshish ki. Buzurg ne kuch der socha, phir sir hila kar mana kar diya. Maine gaon ke andar jaakar doosre logon se poocha. Kisi ne kaha ki shayad unhone aisa naam kabhi nahi suna, kisi ne kisi doosre ghar ka pata bata diya. Main har baar umeed lekar kisi ke paas jaata aur har baar khaali haath laut aata. Pehle gaon ke baad doosra gaon, phir teesra. Har jagah main kisi na kisi se poochta kabhi chai ki dukaan par baithe logon se, kabhi khet se laut rahe buzurg se, kabhi gali mein khade kisi aadmi se. Main apni maa ka naam baar-baar bolta raha, jaise naam ko itni baar kehne se shayad koi achanak keh dega, “Haan, hum jaante hain unhe.”

Lekin aisa nahi hua. Dopahar tak hum teen gaon ghoom chuke the. Bhookh bhi lagne lagi thi. Ek chhoti si dukaan ke paas Mangru ne tempo rok diya. Hum dono ne wahan samose liye aur sadak ke kinare khade hokar khane lage. Garam samose se bhaap nikal rahi thi aur main chupchaap use kha raha tha. Mere dimaag mein bas maa ka naam chal raha tha. Har baar kisi anjaan chehre ko dekhkar ek pal ke liye lagta ki shayad ye insaan meri maa ke baare mein jaanta ho, lekin phir agle hi pal umeed toot jaati. Mangru kabhi-kabhi meri taraf dekhta, lekin shayad woh bhi samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main kis jazbe mein itni door tak aaya hoon.

Samose khane ke baad hum phir nikal pade. Chautha gaon bhi saamne aa gaya. Wahan bhi wahi silsila shuru hua. Main galiyon mein gaya, dukaanon par poocha, buzurgon se poocha, purane gharon ke baare mein poocha, lekin meri maa ka koi pata nahi mila. Kabhi koi aadmi doosre gaon ka naam bata deta, kabhi koi kehta ki shayad naam galat yaad hai. Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta, kyunki mere paas pakadne ke liye bas wahi chhoti-chhoti umeedein thi. Lekin din dhalne laga aur mere sawaalon ke paas ab bhi koi jawab nahi tha.

Shaam dheere-dheere zameen par utarne lagi thi. Suraj kheton ke peeche jhuk chuka tha aur aasman ka rang badalne laga tha. Din bhar ki roshni dheere-dheere kam ho rahi thi. Kachchi sadak par tempo ke pahiyon se mitti ud rahi thi aur Mangru ab pehle se bhi dheere tempo chala raha tha. Sadak mein jagah-jagah gaddhe the, isliye har kuch der mein tempo jhatka khaata aur hum dono sambhal jaate. Main thaka hua tha, lekin meri aankhen ab bhi bahar kisi aise ghar, kisi aise chehre ya kisi aise aadmi ko dhoondh rahi thi jo meri maa tak pahunchne ka raasta jaanta ho.

Aakhir Mangru ne tempo ki raftaar aur kam kar di aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Saheb, shaam ho gaya hai. Aaj hum chaar gaon ghoom chuke hain. Ab andhera hone wala hai. Kachchi sadak par raat mein chalna theek nahi rahega. Kal subah phir nikalenge, baaki ke gaon dhoondhenge.”

Main kuch der chup raha. Chaar gaon.

Poore chaar gaon.

Aur meri maa ka koi pata nahi.

Mere andar ek pal ke liye darr sa uthne laga. Agar baaki gaonon mein bhi maa ka pata nahi mila to? Agar woh yahan kabhi rahi hi na ho? Agar papa ne jo kuch bataya tha, usmein hi sachchai ho? Lekin phir maine apne andar se us darr ko daba diya. Itni door tak aaya tha, ab bina maa ko dhoondhe wapas kaise ja sakta tha? Maine khidki ke bahar dhalti hui shaam ko dekha aur dheere se kaha, “Theek hai Mangru… kal phir dhoondhenge.”

Tempo aage badhta raha. Andhera gehra hota ja raha tha, lekin mere andar maa ko dhoondhne ki zid abhi bhi utni hi zinda thi.

Main bhi thak chuka tha, isliye us raat shehar ke ek chhote se hotel mein rukne ka faisla kiya. Kamra bahut saadha tha..ek purana pankha, ek chhota sa bistar aur deewar par lagi halki peeli roshni. Main bistar par leta raha, lekin aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Mere dimaag mein baar-baar wahi sawaal ghoom raha tha agar maa in gaon mein bhi nahi hain, to phir kahan hain?

Subah kareeb aath baje Mangru hotel ke bahar aa gaya. Maine apna bag uthaya aur uske tempo mein jaakar baith gaya. Usne bina kuch pooche tempo start kar diya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki mujhe tasalli ke lafzon ki nahi, bas talaash jaari rakhne ki zaroorat hai. Hum baaki bache hue gaonon ki taraf nikal pade...

Hum ek-ek karke un chaaron gaon ki taraf nikal pade jinke naam “ब” se shuru hote the. Pehla gaon aaya to main tempo se utar gaya aur bina waqt gawaaye gaon ki galiyon mein chal pada. Kachchi mitti ki galiyan, dono taraf chhote-chhote ghar, darwazon ke bahar charpai par baithe buzurg, galiyon mein khelte bachche aur apne kaam mein lage log..main har kisi ke paas jaakar ek hi sawaal pooch raha tha. Kabhi kisi buzurg ko maa ka naam batata, kabhi kisi ko nana ka naam batata , kabhi kisi dukandaar ko apna adhura pata dikhata. “Bhaiya, Rajni naam ki koi aurat yahan rehti thi? Pita ka naam Mahesh Kumar tha… shayad bahut saal pehle?” Lekin har jagah se ek hi jawab milta, “Nahi bhaiya, aisa koi naam yaad nahi aa raha.” Kabhi koi kehta, “Rajni naam ki to hain, lekin unke pita ka naam ye nahi hai.” Kabhi koi mere bataye pita ke naam par sir hila deta, “Mahesh Kumar naam ke to kai log hain, par Rajni unki beti hai, aisa yaad nahi.” Main har jawab ko dhyaan se sunta aur phir agle ghar ki taraf badh jaata. Mujhe lagta tha shayad agla aadmi meri maa ko jaanta ho, shayad agla ghar woh ghar ho jahan se mujhe apni maa tak pahunchne ka raasta mil jaaye.

Doosre gaon mein bhi maine yahi kiya. Gali-gali ghooma, budhon se poocha, bachchon se poocha, dukaan par baithe jawaan ladkon se poocha, kheton se laut rahe aadmiyon se poocha. Kisi ko maa ka naam batata to pita ka naam match nahi hota, pita ka naam batata to maa ka naam kisi aur ka nikalta. Ek buzurg ne to kaafi der tak meri baat sunkar apni yaadasht par zor diya aur phir kaha, “Beta, tum jis Rajni ko dhoondh rahe ho, ho sakta hai woh kabhi yahan rahi ho, lekin itne saalon mein bahut log aaye-gaye hain. Humein yaad nahi.” Unki baat sunkar mere andar ki umeed ek pal ko jali, lekin phir wahi andhera laut aaya. Main unka shukriya karke aage badh gaya.

Teesre gaon mein bhi kuch alag nahi hua. Main ek chhoti si dukaan ke bahar rukkar dukandaar se poochta, phir kisi charpai par baithe buzurg ke paas jaata. Ek jagah ek buzurg aurat ne meri baat suni aur mujhe kuch der tak gaur se dekhti rahi. Mere dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Mujhe laga shayad unhe meri maa yaad aa gayi ho. Lekin unhone bhi dheere se sir hila diya, “Nahi beta, is naam se koi yaad nahi aa raha.” Main kuch pal wahi khada raha, phir chupchaap wapas aa gaya. Chauthe gaon tak pahunchte-pahunchte mere pair thak chuke the, kapdon par mitti lag gayi thi aur dhoop bhi tez ho chuki thi, lekin main ruk nahi raha tha. Main har gali mein jaata, har chehre ko dekhta aur har baar apni maa ka naam leta. Lekin har jagah se wahi jawab milta “Nahi bhaiya, is naam ki koi aurat nahi jaante.” Kabhi nana ka naam kisi ka hota to maa ka naam match nahi karta, kabhi maa ka naam milta to pita ka naam alag hota. Mere paas jo chhoti si jaankari thi, woh har baar kisi na kisi jagah jaakar toot jaati.

Chaaron gaon ghoomne ke baad main wapas Mangru ke tempo ke paas aakar chupchaap baith gaya. Itne logon se poochhne ke baad bhi meri maa ka ek bhi nishaan nahi mila tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main galat jagah dhoondh raha hoon ya meri maa ki zindagi hi itni door chali gayi hai ki uska koi nishaan peeche nahi bacha. Main khidki ke bahar dekhte hue chup baitha raha. ...

Aakhri gaon se bahar nikalte waqt main kuch der tak chup raha. Tempo ke pahiyon ki awaaz ke alawa kuch sunai nahi de raha tha. Maine khidki ke bahar dekha. Kheton ke paar dhoop phaili hui thi, lekin mere andar jaise andhera bhar gaya tha. Maine apni aankhon ko jhukaya to pata nahi kab ek aansu aankh ke kone se nikal kar gaal tak aa gaya. Maine turant use haath se poch liya, lekin shayad Mangru ne dekh liya tha.

Usne tempo dheema kar diya aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Bhai… ek baat poochun?”

Main chup raha.

Mangru ne phir kaha, “Tu itni door shehar se aaya hai. Do din se mere saath gaon-gaon ghoom raha hai. Na tujhe jagah ki pehchaan hai, na kisi aadmi ka naam pata hai. Bas ek naam aur aadha-sa pata lekar kisi ko dhoondh raha hai. Aakhir kaun hai woh?”

Main kuch der tak saamne dekhta raha. Mere paas jawab tha, lekin use lafzon mein kehna mushkil lag raha tha.

Maine dheere se kaha, “Hai… ek insaan meri zindagi mein.”

Mangru ne poocha, “Koi apna?”

Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Pata nahi… apna hai ya nahi.”

Woh meri taraf dekhne laga.

Maine dheere se kaha, “Bas usse kuch jawab maangne hain. Bahut saalon se kuch sawaal mere andar pade hain. Socha tha saamne jaakar poochunga… kyun chhod diya mujhe, kyun kabhi lene nahi aayi… aur agar main itna bura tha, to ek baar palat kar dekha kyun nahi.”

Meri awaaz dheemi pad gayi.

“Woh meri maa hai.”

Mangru kuch pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gaya. Usne sadak par nazar jama di aur tempo chalata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Maa…”

Us ek shabd ke baad jaise uske paas bhi kehne ko kuch nahi tha.

Kuch der baad usne kaha, “Bhai, main zyada padha-likha nahi hoon. Itni badi-badi baatein bhi nahi jaanta. Lekin ek baat jaanta hoon… jis aadmi ke dil mein kisi ke liye itne sawaal hote hain na, uske dil mein nafrat se zyada umeed hoti hai.”

Main chupchaap uski baat sunta raha.

Mangru ne meri taraf dekhe bina kaha, “Tu unhe sirf jawab ke liye nahi dhoondh raha. Tu dekhna chahta hai ki jo kahani tune saalon se suni hai… woh sach hai bhi ya nahi.”

Meri aankhon mein phir se aansu bhar aaye. Maine khidki ke bahar dekhte hue bas itna kaha, “Shayad.”

Mangru ne halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “To phir jab tak jawab nahi milta, dhoondhte rahenge. Paisa apni jagah hai saheb, lekin ab mujhe bhi dekhna hai ki teri kahani ka aakhir hota kya hai.”

Uski baat sunkar mere honton par bahut dino baad ek chhoti si muskurahat aayi.

Shaam ke kareeb 4 baj rahe the. Hum dono ek sunsaan si sadak ke kinare ruk gaye. Mangru ne tempo ke peeche rakha apna kapda khola aur usmein se kuch roti aur achar nikala.

“Ghar se laaya tha,” usne kaha, “socha tha akele khaunga. Ab tu bhi kha le.”

Maine mana karna chaha, “Nahi, tum kha lo.”

Woh hans pada, “Arre bhai, roti chaar hai aur aadmi do. Ginti mujhe bhi aati hai.”

Main chupchaap uske paas baith gaya. Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar khane lage. Itne bade safar mein pehli baar mujhe laga ki main bilkul akela nahi hoon. Mangru mere liye anjaan tha, lekin us waqt uski laayi hui woh saadi si roti mujhe kisi apne ke haath ke khane jaisi lag rahi thi..

Hum dono sadak ke kinare baithkar roti aur achar kha rahe the. Kuch der tak hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Main chupchaap roti ka tukda todkar achar mein laga raha tha. Pata nahi kyun, achanak mere dimaag mein ek sawaal aaya. Maine khate-khate Mangru se poocha, “Is jile mein kitne gaon hain?”

Mera sawaal sunte hi Mangru ka haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne thoda hairaan hokar meri taraf dekha, jaise usne mere is sawaal ki bilkul ummeed nahi ki thi. Phir roti ka niwala chabate hue bola, “Honge kuch 150 ke aas-paas gaon… tujhe kya karna hai?”

Main kuch nahi bola. Bas chupchaap uski taraf dekhta raha. Mangru ne meri khamoshi dekhi to thodi der baad achanak bola, “Ek minute… tu ye to nahi keh raha hai ki tu poore jile ke gaon ghoomega?”

Is baar main uski taraf dekhkar halka sa muskuraya. Maine kuch kaha nahi, lekin shayad meri us muskurahat mein hi mera jawab chhupa hua tha. Mangru mujhe kuch pal tak dekhta raha aur phir samajh gaya ki main sach mein wahi soch raha hoon.

Usne hairani se kaha, “Bhai… tu pagal hai!”

Main uski baat sunkar bhi muskurata raha. Phir dheere se bola, “Ho sakta hai.”

Meri awaaz mein mazaak nahi tha. Main kuch der chup raha aur phir Mangru ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Ye aakhiri chance mila hai mujhe. Zindagi ne mujhe ek mauka diya hai. Aaj agar main yahan se chala gaya na, to shayad main kabhi maa se nahi mil paaunga. Unse kabhi apne sawaalon ke jawab nahi maang paaunga.”

Mangru bina kuch bole mujhe dekhta raha. Main saamne sadak ki taraf dekhte hue bolta raha, “Bahut saalon se mere andar kuch sawaal hain. Main bas ye jaana chahta hoon ki maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda tha. Kyun kabhi mujhe lene nahi aayi. Aur agar main unhe pasand nahi tha, to ek baar palatkar meri taraf dekha kyun nahi? Ab jab mujhe unhe dhoondhne ka mauka mila hai, to main bina sach jaane wapas kaise chala jaun?”

Mangru kuch der tak meri baat sunta raha. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Magar bhai, ismein bahut din lagenge. Shayad mahina bhi lag sakta hai. Poore jile ke gaon ghoomna koi chhoti baat nahi hai.”

Main ab bhi muskura raha tha. Maine seedha uski taraf dekhkar kaha, “Ab time lage to lage. Mangru, bina pata lagaye main nahi jaunga. Isse tu pagalpan samajh ya bewakoofi… jo samajhna hai samajh. Lekin main maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga...kuch bhi to pata chalega unke bare mai "

Mangru ne meri taraf dekha aur kuch pal tak kuch nahi bola. Phir usne bas itna kaha, “Woh teri marzi hai. Tu kahan se aaya hai? Baaton se to bade shehar ka lagta hai.”

Maine jawab diya, “Delhi se.”

“Wahan tera koi nahi hai?” Mangru ne poocha.

Uske sawaal par mere chehre ki muskurahat ek pal mein gayab ho gayi. Maine nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Hai… bas papa hain. Woh bhi apni doosri shaadi mein busy hain. Apni biwi mein, apne ghar mein… samajh lo, mera koi nahi hai.”

Meri baat sunkar Mangru kuch der chup raha. Usne mujhe dekha, lekin is baar mujhse koi sawaal nahi kiya. Shayad woh samajh gaya tha ki kuch baatein poochne se zyada mehsoos ki jaati hain.

Thodi der baad Mangru ne kaha, “Theek hai, main tere lafde mein nahi padunga.”

Uski baat sunkar main uski taraf dekhne laga. Mangru halka sa muskuraya aur bola, “Tu jo karna chahta hai kar. Teri marzi. Main bas tempo chalaunga.”

Hum dono ka khana khatam ho chuka tha. Humne paas hi lage ek nal ke neeche jaakar apne haath dhoye. Shaam hone wali thi. Suraj dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha aur kheton ke upar halki sunahri roshni phail rahi thi.

Haath dhone ke baad main kuch der chupchaap khada raha. Phir maine Mangru ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Mangru, mujhe hotel chhod de.”

Mangru ne meri taraf dekha. Main apni jeb se paise nikaalte hue bola, “Aur apna hisaab bata… kitna hua ab tak tera dihaadi ka?”

Mangru ne paise ki taraf dekha aur phir meri taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas tempo ki taraf badhte hue bola, “Pehle hotel chhod deta hoon. Hisaab raaste mein kar lenge.”

Maine paise wapas apni jeb mein rakh liye aur uske peeche tempo ki taraf chal pada.

Shaam hone lagi thi Lekin mere andar ek ajeeb sa faisla ab bilkul saaf tha chahe jitna waqt lage, chahe kitne bhi gaon kyun na ghoomne padein, main apni maa ko dhoondhe bina wapas nahi jaunga..unke aur unke pariwar ke bare mai pata lagaye Bina wapas nahi Jane wala ...

Mangru tempo chala raha tha aur main piche wali seat par chupchaap baitha tha. Shaam ki thandi hawa mere chehre se takra rahi thi. Din bhar ki thakaan ke baad bhi meri aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Main bas sadak ko dekhe ja raha tha aur andar hi andar khud se ek sawaal kar raha tha kya maine sahi faisla kiya hai?

Ek taraf mera dimaag keh raha tha, “Ravi, wapas chala ja. Yahan kuch nahi rakha hai. Na tujhe pata hai maa kahan hain, na ye pata hai ki woh tujhe milengi bhi ya nahi. Kitne din tak aise hi bhatakta rahega?”

Lekin doosri taraf mere andar kahin chhupa hua woh nanha sa bachcha tha, jo shayad aaj bhi apni maa ki god ko yaad karta tha. Woh bachcha bas ek hi baat keh raha tha “Ek baar maa ko dekh le… bas ek baar. Phir jo hoga dekha jayega.”

Main apne hi sawaalon mein uljha raha. Mangru bhi shayad samajh raha tha ki main kuch soch raha hoon, isliye poore raaste hum dono ke beech koi baat nahi hui. Tempo ki awaaz aur shaam ki hawa hi hum dono ke beech ka saath bani rahi.

Kuch der ke safar ke baad Mangru ne shehar ke usi chhote se hotel ke saamne tempo rok diya. Hotel bahut bada nahi tha, bas kisi tarah kaam chala raha tha. Main tempo se neeche utara aur apna bag kandhe par rakh liya. Mangru ne bhi tempo band kiya aur neeche utar aaya.

Maine apni jeb se purse nikaalte hue kaha, “Haan Mangru, bata… kitna hua tera dihaadi ka?”

Mangru ne seedhe-seedhe jawab diya, “1500.”

Maine purse khola, 1500 rupaye gine aur uski taraf badha diye. Mangru ne apna haath aage badhaya aur paise le liye.

Pata nahi kyun, us waqt mujhe laga jaise main sirf uski dihaadi nahi de raha tha. In do dinon mein us aadmi ne jo mere liye kiya tha, uska hisaab shayad paison se kabhi nahi ho sakta tha.

Maine uske kandhe par haath rakha aur halka sa muskura kar kaha, “Kal aa jana… isi time par. Ab se ek mahine ke liye tera tempo aur tu… dono mere hue.”

Itna kehkar main hans pada.

Mangru bhi muskura diya.

Main apna bag kandhe par daalkar hotel ki taraf mudne laga. Lekin abhi main kuch hi kadam aage gaya tha ki peeche se Mangru ki awaaz aayi,

“Sun bhai!”

Main ruk gaya aur peeche mudkar dekha. Haath ke ishare se poocha, “Bol… kya hua?”

Mangru mere paas aaya aur bola, “Tu ek mahina yahan is gande se hotel mein rahega?”

Maine hotel ki taraf dekha aur hanskar kaha, “Ganda kahan hai? Theek-thaak to hai.”

Mangru bhi hans pada.

“Achha, theek-thaak hai… lekin khana bahut bekaar hai yahan ka.”

Uski baat sunkar main bhi hansne laga.

Phir Mangru ne thoda rukkar kaha, “Main kuch aur keh raha tha. Tu mere saath mere gaon chal. Mere ghar par reh lena. Wahan tujhe na rehne ki dikkat hogi, na khane ki.”

Uski baat sunkar main ekdum chup ho gaya.

Maine use gaur se dekha.

Kal hi to mulaqat hui thi humari. Ek anjaan aadmi tha. Bas tempo wala. Aur aaj woh mujhe apne ghar le jaane ki baat kar raha tha.

Mere dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sawaal aaya " ye aise kaise?

Shayad Mangru ne meri aankhon mein woh sawaal padh liya tha. Usne kaha, “Dekh bhai, main isiliye keh raha hoon kyunki tu mujhe bhala aadmi laga. Apni maa ke liye itni door se aaya hai. Din bhar gaon-gaon ghoomta hai. Kahin hotel ke kharab khane se beemar pad gaya to?”

Uski baat sunkar main kuch nahi bol paya...Mujhe andar se bahut ajeeb sa achha laga...Itne bade shehar se itni door, jahan mera apna kehne wala koi nahi tha, wahan ek anjaan aadmi meri fikr kar raha tha.

Maine dheere se kaha, “Mangru, main kaise tere ghar ja sakta hoon? Tere ghar wale bhi to hain. Woh kya kahenge?”

Mangru ne bilkul aasani se jawab diya, “Mere ghar mein meri maa hai aur do bahne hain. Bas hum hi log hain.”

“Maa tujhe kuch nahi bolegi?” maine poocha.

Mangru turant bola, “Nahi-nahi bhai. Meri maa bahut achhi hai.”

Uski baat sunkar main chup ho gaya.

Mere dimaag mein bas ek hi baat aayi
Kitna lucky hai Mangru… iske paas maa hai.

Ek uski maa…

Aur ek meri maa...Ek maa jo uske ghar mein uska intezaar karti hogi….Aur ek maa, jise main itne saalon se sirf ek naam aur aadhe pate ke sahare dhoondh raha tha.

Maine apni nazrein neeche kar li aur dheere se kaha, “Nahi Mangru… tujhe faltu mein dikkat hogi. Chhod, tu ja. Main apna dekh lunga.”

Mangru ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas mere paas aakar mere kandhe par haath rakha.

“Dekh… sharma mat. Chal mere saath. Mujhe apna dost samajh.”

Uske muh se nikla hua woh ek shabd
dost seedha mere dil mein utar gaya.

Mera dil jaise bhar aaya...Aaj tak mera koi sachcha dost nahi bana tha..Hostel mein jinhe main dost samajhta raha, unmein se zyada tar apne matlab ke liye mere paas aate the. Kisi ko paise chahiye hote the, kisi ko notes, kisi ko koi kaam.

Lekin kisi ne kabhi mere kandhe par haath rakhkar ye nahi kaha tha.

“Mujhe apna dost samajh.”

Meri aankhon mein nami aa gayi, lekin maine use Mangru se chhupane ki koshish ki.

Maine halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Chal theek hai… main chalunga. Itni zid kar raha hai to.”

Mangru ke chehre par khushi aa gayi.

Lekin maine turant kaha, “Magar meri ek shart hai.”

Mangru ne poocha, “Kya?”

Maine kaha, “Main free mein nahi rahunga. Tujhe mujhse paise lene padenge. Khane ke, rehne ke… aur tempo ki dihaadi ke bhi.”

Mangru kuch der tak mujhe dekhta raha. Phir jaise usne socha ki is shehri ladke se behas karna bekaar hai.

Aakhir mein woh muskurakar bola, “Theek hai, sahri babu… de dena paisa. Ab chal.”

Main bhi hans pada.

Pata nahi kitne dino baad main kisi ke saath is tarah hasa tha.

Aur shayad Mangru bhi.

Hum dono kuch der tak bas yunhi muskurate rahe.

Phir maine kaha, “Ruk, main trolley aur baaki samaan le aata hoon.”

Main hotel ke andar gaya, hotel walon ka hisaab chukaya aur apna samaan lekar bahar aa gaya. Mangru ne bina kuch kahe mera samaan uthaya aur apni tempo mein rakh diya.

Main uske paas aakar khada hua aur poocha, “Achha Mangru… tumhare gaon ka naam kya hai?”

Mangru ne tempo ki taraf dekhte hue halka sa muskuraya aur kaha

“Gaon ka naam hai…नवाबपुरा "..

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Dosto kahani ki shuruwat नवाबपुरा se hogi ..aaplog ka pyaar chahiye..wada karta hu bahot maza ayega aaplog ko bas bane rahna

Great going.

 

[Premkumar65]

Update 4

Jab Mangru ne kaha ki uske gaon ka naam Nawabpura hai, to pata nahi kyun, us naam ko sunte hi mere andar kuch hil sa gaya. Mujhe laga jaise maine ye naam pehle bhi kahin suna hai. Jaise bachpan ki koi bahut purani baat mere dimaag ke kisi kone mein dabi hui ho. Main wahi khada hokar apne dimaag par zor dalne laga “Nawab… Nawabpur… maine ye naam kahin suna hai… lekin kahan?” Main jitna yaad karne ki koshish karta, utna hi sab dhundhla hota ja raha tha.

Tabhi Mangru ne mujhe awaaz di, “Chal bhai, chalte hain. Baith ja.” Main kuch zyada soch nahi paya aur chupchaap tempo mein jaakar baith gaya. Mujhe bilkul nahi pata tha ki ye safar aur Mangru ka gaon mujhe kahan le jaane wala tha. Main bilkul bekhabar tha ki aane wale waqt mein mere saamne kya hone wala hai.

Tempo dheere-dheere chal pada. Kuch hi der mein mausam bhi badalne laga tha. Aasmaan mein kaale badal chhaane lage the aur hawa ne bhi apna mizaaj badal liya tha. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi aur lag raha tha ki kabhi bhi baarish shuru ho sakti hai. Main kuch der tak chupchaap bahar ka nazara dekhta raha, phir maine Mangru se poocha, “Achha Mangru, ye bata… apne ghar walon ko kya batayega ki main kaun hoon?”

Mangru ne tempo chalate-chalate ek baar piche mudkar meri taraf dekha aur muskurate hue bola, “Bhai, tension mat le. Main soch chuka hoon kya batana hai.” Uski baat sunkar main bhi halka sa hans pada aur bola, “Theek hai. Phir to main tera ehsaan kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”


Mangru turant hanskar bola, “Ehsaan kis baat ka? Tu paise de raha hai mujhe. Main koi ehsaan thodi kar raha hoon tujh par.”


Main bhi muskura diya. Phir achanak mere dimaag mein ek baat aayi aur maine poocha, “Waise ek baat bata… tera naam sach mein Mangru hai ya kuch aur?”


Meri baat sunkar Mangru tempo chalate hue hansne laga. Usne kaha, “Nahi bhai, meri maa bachpan se Mangru bulati hai. Tab se sab log Mangru hi bulate hain. Waise mera asli naam Govind hai.”

Maine dheere se uska naam dohraya, “Govind…”

Phir maine muskurakar kaha, “Bahut achha naam hai, Govind.”

Mangru ne meri taraf dekha aur mazaak karte hue bola, “Waise shehri babu, tumhara naam kya hai?”

Main hans pada aur kaha, “Ohh haan… tujhe to maine bataya hi nahi. Mera naam Ravi hai.”

Mangru ne kaha, “Achha naam hai, Ravi.”

Maine usse kaha, “Tu mujhe Ravi hi bulaya kar. Hum dono hum-umar hi hain.”

Aur waise bhi Mangru meri hi umar ka ladka tha. Bas mujhse thoda chhota kad ka, sharir se patla aur saanwla tha. Uske kapde bhi bilkul simple the ek local si T-shirt aur pant. Lekin uski baaton mein ek apnapan tha jo mujhe achha lagta tha.

Mangru ne muskurate hue kaha, “Theek hai, Ravi.”

Abhi hum dono ki baat khatam hi hui thi ki tempo ek bade se bazaar ke paas pahunch gaya. Bazaar kaafi bada tha. Chaaro taraf sabziyon ki dukaanen, khane-peene ka samaan, mithai ki dukaanen aur tarah-tarah ke kapdon ki dukaanen lagi hui thi. Log apne-apne kaam mein lage hue the aur bazaar ki bheed ke beech har taraf ek alag hi chahal-pahal thi.

Mangru ne tempo ek jagah rok diya aur meri taraf dekhkar bola, “Utar Ravi.”

Main hairani se bola, “Kya? Aa gaya tera gaon?”

Mangru zor se hans pada. “Nahi bhai. Woh dekh… garma-garam maalpua ban raha hai. Chal, tujhe yahan ka famous malpua khilata hoon.”


Maine zyada sawaal nahi kiya aur tempo se neeche utar gaya. Hum dono maalpua ki dukaan ke paas pahunch gaye jaha kafi bheed thi bache budhe aurte sab thi.. Kadhai mein garam tel ke andar maalpue sik rahe the aur unki khushboo aas-paas tak phail rahi thi.

Mangru ne dukandar se kaha, “Ho bhaiya, do-do malpua lagao… ekdum garma-garam.”




Dukandar ne jaldi se do plate mein garma-garam malpua lagaye aur upar se malai daal di. Garam malpua ke upar pighalti hui malai dekhkar mere muh mein bhi paani aa gaya. Mangru ne plate meri taraf badhate hue kaha, “Le Ravi, kha.”

Maine pehla niwala liya.

Malpua muh mein jaate hi ek ajeeb si feeling hui. Uska swaad jaise mere liye bilkul naya bhi tha aur kahin na kahin jaana-pehchaana bhi. Main kuch pal ke liye ruk gaya. Mere dimaag mein achanak bachpan ki kuch dhundhli si tasveerein aane lagi. Jaise maine aisa hi malpua kabhi pehle bhi khaya ho… bahut saal pehle… jab main chhota tha.

Maine aankhon mein zor daalkar yaad karne ki koshish ki “Kahan khaya tha maine? Kisne khilaya tha? Kab?”

Lekin yaadein itni dhundhli thi ki kuch bhi saaf yaad nahi aa raha tha.

Mangru ne mujhe chup dekhkar poocha, “Kya soch raha hai? Kha na.”

Uski awaaz sunkar main apni soch se bahar aaya. Maine halka sa sir hilaya aur bina kuch kahe dobara maalpua khane laga. Main khata raha, lekin andar kahin na kahin woh purani yaad mujhe pareshaan kar rahi thi.

Malpua khatam karne ke baad Mangru ne dukandar se kaha, “Bhaiya, 6 maalpua aur pack kar do.”

Dukandar malpua pack karne laga. Maine hairani se Mangru se poocha, “Chhe kyun?”

Mangru ne bilkul simple andaaz mein kaha, “Maa aur meri bahen ko bahut pasand hai. Aaj haath mein achhe-khase paise aaye hain, isliye le ja raha hoon. Warna bhai, roz itna kahan kama pata hoon ki ghar ke liye ye sab le jaaun.”

Uski baat sunkar main kuch pal ke liye chup ho gaya. Maine Mangru ki taraf dekha aur mann hi mann socha, “Kitna achha hai ye ladka… khud se pehle apne parivaar ke baare mein sochta hai. Paise milte hi maa aur bahen ke liye unki pasand ki cheez le ja raha hai.”

Phir achanak mere mann mein ek aur khayal aaya. Main kisi ke ghar pehli baar ja raha tha. Mere paas kuch bhi nahi tha. Mujhe laga ki khaali haath jaana achha nahi hoga.


Maine dukandar se kaha, “Bhaiya, rabri aur doodh wali barfi bhi pack kar dena.”

Mangru ne turant meri taraf dekha aur poocha, “Kisliye?”

Maine kaha, “Maine suna hai ki kisi ke ghar pehli baar khaali haath nahi jaate. Isliye.”

Mangru ne halka sa muskura kar kaha, “Nahi bhai, iski koi zarurat nahi hai. Tu kuch lekar jaane ki zarurat nahi. Bas chal mere saath.”

Maine uski taraf dekhkar kaha, “Dekh Mangru, tune mujhe dost kaha hai na?”

Mangru chupchaap meri taraf dekhne laga.

Maine aage kaha, “To ab teri maa meri maa aur teri bahen meri bahen. Tu mujhe mana nahi karega. Mujhe apni taraf se le jaane de.”

Mangru kuch pal ke liye mujhe dekhta raha. Phir uske chehre par halki si muskaan aa gayi. Usne kaha, “Theek hai bhai… jaisa tu chahe.”

Dukandar ne malpua, rabri aur doodh wali barfi sab pack kar diya. Hum dono ne samaan liya aur wapas tempo ki taraf chal pade.

Mere haath mein mithai ka packet tha aur dil mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon. Pata nahi kyun, lekin bahut saalon baad mujhe laga tha ki shayad main kisi ke ghar mehmaan bankar nahi, balki apne ke ghar ja raha hoon..

Bazaar se nikalne ke baad Mangru ne tempo ko dheere-dheere aage badhaya. Bazaar ki bheed peeche chhoot gayi aur kuch der baad sadak ke dono taraf khuli jagah aur chhote-bade ghar dikhai dene lage. Main chupchaap tempo se bahar dekh raha tha. Tabhi kuch door jaane ke baad meri nazar ek bahut bade college par padi.

College ka main gate kaafi bada tha aur uske upar bade-bade aksharon mein likha tha “TRS College of Arts, Commerce and Science.” College ki building aur uska campus itna lamba-chauda tha ki dekhkar hi lag raha tha ki college bahut door tak phaila hua hai.

Maine hairani se Mangru se poocha, “Mangru, is jile mein itna bada college bhi hai kya?”

Meri baat sunkar Mangru hans pada aur bola, “Tumhe kya lagta hai? Bada college sirf tumhare shehar mein hi hoga bas? Haha!”

Main bhi halka sa muskura diya aur bola, “Aisa nahi hai bhai. Bas maine socha nahi tha ki itne chhote se jile mein itna bada college hoga.”

Mangru ne college ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Sambhupur gaon ke Thakur Sambhu Singh ne ye college banwaya tha. Bichare ab duniya mein nahi rahe… bahut bhale aadmi the.”

Main chup raha. Bas ek baar phir maine us bade college ki taraf dekha aur phir saamne dekhne laga.

Takriban bees minute aur safar karne ke baad Mangru ne achanak tempo ko main road se hata kar ek kachchi sadak ki taraf mod diya. Sadak ke shuru mein ek bada sa board laga tha, jismein likha tha “Nawabpura.”

Mangru ne meri taraf dekhkar muskurate hue kaha, “Lo bhai… aa gaye mere gaon.”

Maine khidki ke bahar dekha.

Nawabpura…

Har taraf hari-hari faslen hawa ke saath lehra rahi thi. Door tak bas hariyali hi hariyali nazar aa rahi thi. Kachchi sadak par jagah-jagah tempo upar-neeche ho raha tha, lekin uske bawajood us jagah mein ek ajeeb si shaanti thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise Nawabpura hariyali ke beech basa hua koi chhota sa gaon ho.

Main chupchaap us jagah ko dekhta raha.

Kuch der baad kachchi sadak bhi khatam ho gayi aur hum gaon ke andar aa gaye. Mangru tempo ko dheere-dheere aage badha raha tha. Main waise hi bahar dekh raha tha. Maine apna chehra thoda daayi taraf ghumaya…

Aur achanak meri nazar ek ghar par jaakar ruk gayi.

Ghar kaafi bada tha.

Bahar bade-bade gate lage hue the. Andar ped-paudhe lage the aur ghar ke ek hisse mein baans se kuch mandap jaisa taiyaar kiya ja raha tha. Ghar ke aas-paas ka mahaul dekhkar lag raha tha ki wahan kisi khaas mauke ki taiyaari chal rahi hai.

Lekin pata nahi kyun…

Us ghar ko dekhte hi mere andar kuch hone laga..Meri aankhen us ghar se hat hi nahi rahi thi.

Mujhe aisa mehsoos hua jaise main is ghar ke andar pehle bhi gaya hoon. Jaise ye ghar mere liye bilkul anjaan nahi hai. Jaise ye ghar maine kahin dekha hai… kahin suna hai…

Phir achanak mere dimaag mein kuch dhundhli si tasveerein chamakne lagi.

Sapne…

Haan… jaise ye ghar mere sapnon mein aaya ho.

Jaise is ghar ki chahal-pahal ki awaaz maine pehle bhi kahin suni ho. Lekin main jitna yaad karne ki koshish karta, utna hi sab kuch ulajhta ja raha tha.

Mere sir mein achanak dard hone laga.

Maine aankhen thodi der ke liye band kar li. Agar main kuch der aur us ghar ke baare mein sochta, to shayad mera sir aur zyada dard karne lagta.

Tabhi meri nazar ghar ki bahar wali diwar par padi.

Wahan bade aksharon mein likha tha..“Thakur Lal Babu Singh Niwas.”

Maine naam ko padhne ki koshish ki, lekin tab tak tempo us ghar ko peeche chhod chuka tha.

Main kuch bol nahi paya.

Bas chupchaap peeche mudkar us ghar ko dekhta raha, jab tak woh meri nazron se poori tarah ojhal nahi ho gaya.

Mangru ko shayad meri bechaini ka kuch andaaza nahi hua. Usne tempo ko aage badhaya aur thodi door jaakar ek chaudi si pagdandi ki taraf mod diya.

Pagdandi ke dono taraf khet the. Raasta mitti ka tha, lekin pehle wali kachchi sadak se thoda chauraha tha. Hawa ke saath kheton ki fasal lehra rahi thi aur door tak gaon ki shaanti phaili hui thi.

Kuch door jaane ke baad sabse kone mein ek chhota sa mitti ka ghar dikhai diya. Ghar ke bahar gaayon ka tabela bana hua tha.

Mangru ne tempo wahi rok diya.

Usne meri taraf dekhkar kaha, “Ravi, dekh… ye hai mera ghar.”

Main tempo se bahar dekhne laga.

Mangru pehle neeche utara. Phir main bhi apna samaan lekar tempo se neeche utar gaya.

Jaise hi maine ghar ki taraf kadam badhaya, meri nazar ghar ke bahar gaay ke tabele ke paas khadi ek aurat par padi.

Uske haath mein hara chara tha .Main wahi rukkar us aurat ko dekhne laga…



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Abhi itna hi bada update de sakta hu daily update de raha hu .. promise aage jaise jaise kahani flow pakdegi update bade hote jayenge..

Interesting mod aa gaya hai. Shayad Nawabpur hi uski maa ka ghar hoga.

 

[Joga Singh]

Update 5

Kamre mein shaam ki halki roshni khidki se andar aa rahi thi. Khidki ke paas ek aurat chupchaap baithi thi. Uske haathon mein ek bahut purani tasveer thi, jiske kone waqt ke saath thode murjha gaye the. Tasveer mein ek chhota sa bachcha tha, lagbhag chaar saal ka… aur us bachche ko woh aurat apni baahon mein liye hue thi.

Woh aurat tasveer ko ek-tak dekhe ja rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein jaise saalon se jama hua dard aaj phir se bahar aa gaya tha. Aankhon ke kone se aansu nikle aur ek-ek karke us purani tasveer par girne lage. Woh kabhi tasveer mein bane us nanhe se chehre ko dekhti, kabhi aankhen band kar leti.

Aakhir usne tasveer ko dono haathon se apne seene se laga liya. Uska badan aansuon ke saath kaanp raha tha. Woh sisakte hue bas ek hi baat baar-baar keh rahi thi, “Beta… ho sake to apni maa ko maaf kar dena. Tumhari maa bahut buri hai…”

Itna kehkar woh phir rone lagi. Jaise ye alfaaz uske dil ke kisi aise kone se nikle the jahan saalon se dard daba hua tha. Kamre mein uski siskiyon ke alawa kuch nahi tha.

Tabhi bahar se darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi.

Do auratein kamre ke andar aayin. Unke peeche ek behad khoobsurat ladki bhi khadi thi, jisne aankhon par chashma laga rakha tha. Kamre ka mahaul dekhte hi dono auratein ruk gayin.

Unmein se badi aurat ne pareshaan hokar kaha, “Suman… kyun ro rahi hai tu, meri bahen?”

Doosri aurat ne bhi Suman ke paas aate hue poocha, “Haan didi… kyun ro rahi ho aap?”

Dono uski behenein thi. Badi behen Sulekha, jo 46 saal ki thi, aur chhoti behen Rita, 42 saal ki. Suman ki umar 44 saal thi.

Suman ne unki taraf dekha tak nahi. Uski nazar abhi bhi us purani tasveer par tiki thi. Tasveer dekhte hue uski aankhon se aansu ruk nahi rahe the.

Sulekha aur Rita ne bhi tasveer ki taraf dekha. Tasveer mein us chhote se bachche ka chehra dekhte hi dono ki aankhen bhar aayin. Sulekha ne tasveer ko Suman ke haath se nahi liya, bas jhukkar tasveer par bane us nanhe chehre ko pyaar se choom liya. Rita ne bhi aansuon ke beech tasveer ko dekha aur phir us bachche ke chehre par apne hoth rakh diye.

Sulekha ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Suman… kab tak royegi tu? Chhod de ab. Kya pata kabhi Guddu tere paas aa bhi payega ya nahi. Uska baap use tujhse bahut door le gaya hoga.”

Suman ki aankhon se aansu aur tez behne lage..Sulekha suman ke bagal mai baith kar usko chup karane ki koshish kar rahi thi ..

Rita ne tasveer ko dekhte hue kaha, “Haan didi… humein bhi bahut yaad aata hai Guddu. Na jaane ab kaisa hoga… kaisa dikhta hoga… uska chehra bilkul mere upar gaya hoga ya nahi?”

Ye kehkar Rita ke hothon par halki si muskaan aa gayi. Jaise uske dimaag mein us chhote se bachche ki koi purani shararat aa gayi ho.

“Kaash woh mere saamne hota,” Rita ne aankhon mein aansu liye kaha, “to main usko gale laga leti… aur jaane hi nahi deti. Jangir se baandh deti main usko.”

Uski muskurahat dheere-dheere khatam ho gayi. Chehre par phir wahi udaasi laut aayi.

Kamre mein kuch pal ke liye sab chup ho gaye.

Sulekha ne gehri saans lekar kaha, “Jahan bhi hoga… Bhagwan kare achha ho. Pata nahi hum usko yaad bhi honge ya nahi…”






Ye baat sunkar kamre ke piche khadi woh chashme wali ladki bhi chup ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein bhi aansu aa gaye the. Woh kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Bas us tasveer mein bane chhote se bachche ko ek-tak dekhe ja rahi thi… jaise us tasveer mein uske liye bhi koi bahut gehra rishta chhupa ho.

Kuch der baad Sulekha ne Suman ke kandhe par haath rakha aur kaha, “Suman, ja… muh-haath dho le. Neeche chal. Kal pooja ki taiyaari bhi karni hai. Tujhe sab log neeche dhoondh rahe hain.”

Phir Sulekha ne piche khadi chashme wali ladki ki taraf dekha aur pyaar se kaha, “Nidhi beta, apni maa ko neeche lekar aa.”

Nidhi ne chupchaap sir hila diya.

Sulekha aur Rita kamre se bahar nikal gayin. Nidhi kuch pal wahi khadi rahi. Uski aankhen ab bhi us purani tasveer par tiki hui thi.

Kamre mein Suman aur Nidhi reh gayin…

Aur Suman ke haathon mein woh purani tasveer ab bhi thi, jise woh apne seene se lagaye hue thi...

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Jab main Mangru ke ghar pahucha, to tempo rukte hi main wahi uske paas khada ho gaya. Mere haath mein mera samaan tha aur main chupchaap uske ghar ko dekh raha tha. Ghar bilkul saadha tha, mitti ki deewarein, saamne chhota sa aangan aur ek taraf gaayon ka tabela.

Tabele ke paas ek aurat gaayon ko chara daal rahi thi. Jaise hi uski nazar hum dono par padi, woh apna kaam chhodkar hamari taraf aane lagi. Main tempo ke paas hi khada raha.

Woh aurat mere paas aakar ruk gayi. Uski nazar seedhe mujh par thi. Aisa nahi tha ki woh bas mujhe dekh rahi thi… woh jaise mujhe scan kar rahi thi. Kabhi mere chehre ko dekhti, kabhi mere kapdon ko, kabhi mere kandhe par latke bag ko. Shayad uske dimaag mein bhi yahi chal raha tha ki Mangru ke saath itna hatta-katta, lamba aur jawan ladka kaun hai.

Aakhir usne Mangru se poocha, “Mangru beta, ye kaun hai?”

Maine Mangru ki taraf dekha. Mangru ne turant meri taraf aankhon se chup rehne ka ishara kiya. Phir woh apni maa ki taraf mudkar bilkul saamanya andaaz mein bola, “Maa, ye mera Delhi wala dost hai.”

Main uski baat sunkar andar hi andar hairan reh gaya.

Dost?

Abhi kuch der pehle tak to hum ek-doosre ko theek se jaante bhi nahi the aur ab Mangru apni maa ke saamne mujhe apna Delhi wala dost bata raha tha.

Uski maa ne hairani se meri taraf dekhte hue poocha, “Dost? Woh bhi Delhi ka?”

Mangru ne bina jhijhak ke kaha, “Haan maa. Jab main aath mahine pehle Delhi gaya tha na, tabhi isse dosti hui thi. Iska naam Ravi hai. Gaon ghoomne aaya hai. Delhi mein isne meri bahut madad ki thi.”

Main chupchaap Mangru ki baatein sun raha tha. Usne itni aasani se poori kahani bana di thi ki agar mujhe khud sach pata na hota, to shayad main bhi uski baat maan leta.

Uski maa ab bhi mujhe bade dhyaan se dekh rahi thi.

Aur na jaane kyun, unki aankhon mein mujhe sirf ek mehmaan ko dekhne wali nazar nahi lag rahi thi…

Jaise woh mere chehre mein kuch dhoondh rahi ho.

Mangru ki maa ab bhi mujhe dhyaan se dekh rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si jaanch thi, jaise woh mere baare mein kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Main kuch pal chup khada raha, phir maine apna samaan ek taraf rakha aur aage badh gaya.

Main unke paas jaakar jhuk gaya aur unke pair chhoo liye. Saath hi maine haath jodkar kaha, “Namaste, aunty.”

Unhone turant mujhe aashirwad dete hue kaha, “Khush raho beta.”

Unki awaaz mein maa jaisi mamta thi. Pata nahi kyun, unke muh se “khush raho beta” sunte hi mere dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling hui. Main kuch pal ke liye unki taraf dekhta raha.

Abhi ye sab chal hi raha tha ki meri nazar ghar ke darwaze ki taraf gayi. Wahan do ladkiyan aakar khadi ho gayi thi aur dono mujhe bade gaur se dekh rahi thi. Dono ka rang saavla tha, lekin dono ke chehre mein ek alag hi akarshan tha. Maine unhe dekhkar mann hi mann socha, “Black beauty…”

Main unki taraf dekhkar halka sa muskuraya aur phir Mangru ki maa ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Kaisi hai aap aunty?”

Mere muh se “aunty” shabd nikalte hi pata nahi kya hua. Mangru ki maa, Mangru aur darwaze par khadi dono ladkiyan ek saath meri taraf dekhne lagi. Sab mujhe aise ghoor rahe the jaise maine koi bahut badi galti kar di ho.

Main ek-ek karke sabke chehre dekhne laga aur thoda ghabrakar poocha, “Kuch galat bol diya kya maine? Aapko aunty…”

Meri baat poori hone se pehle hi sabke chehre par hansi aa gayi. Main aur bhi confused ho gaya.

Tabhi un dono ladkiyon mein se ek ladki aage badhi. Uska naam Rima tha aur woh 18 saal ki thi. Woh mujhe dekhkar hansne lagi aur boli, “Oo shehri babu! Yahan gaon mein aunty-vunty nahi bola jaata hai. Ye gaon hai, shehar nahi.”

Itna kehkar Rima phir hansne lagi.

Uske piche khadi uski badi behen Kajal ne turant uski peeth par halka sa haath maara, jaise keh rahi ho, “Pareshan mat kar.”

Main chupchaap sabki baatein sun raha tha.

Tabhi Mangru ki maa, Ratna, jo 44 saal ki thi, muskurate hue meri taraf dekhkar boli, “Beta, uski baaton ka bura mat manna. Woh kya hai na… gaon mein aunty nahi bola jaata. Yahan maayi, chachi, mausi, mami… aise hi bulate hain.”

Maine sir khujate hue thoda sharminda hokar kaha, “Ohh… sorry. Mujhe nahi pata tha.”

Ratna maa hanskar boli, “Koi baat nahi beta. Naye-naye gaon mein aaye ho na. Dheere-dheere sab seekh jaoge.”

Unki baat sunkar main bhi muskura diya. Phir pata nahi mere dil mein kya aaya, maine bilkul seedhe mann se pooch liya, “Kya main aapko… maa bol sakta hoon?”

Mere itna kehte hi sabki nazar meri taraf uth gayi.

Jaise maine koi ajeeb baat keh di ho.

Mangru bhi mujhe dekhne laga. Rima aur Kajal bhi ek-doosre ka chehra dekhne lagi. Kuch pal ke liye wahan bilkul khamoshi chha gayi.

Phir Ratna maa ke chehre par ek mamta bhari muskaan aa gayi. Woh mere paas aayin, mere sir par pyaar se haath phiraya aur boli, “Kyun nahi kah sakte ho beta? Bilkul keh sakte ho.”

Unke haath ka sparsh mere sir par padte hi pata nahi kyun mere andar ek ajeeb sa sukoon utar gaya.

Sabke chehre par halki si muskaan aa gayi.

Mausam bhi jaise us pal ke saath badal raha tha. Thandi hawa pehle se tez chalne lagi thi aur aangan ke paas lage pedon ke patte hawa ke saath sar-sar kar rahe the.

Ratna maa ne pyaar se poocha, “Beta, kitne dinon ke liye aaye ho?”

Main kuch bolne hi wala tha ki Mangru beech mein hanskar bol pada, “Maa, saare sawaal-jawaab yahin kar logi kya? Thaka-haara aaya hai mera dost. Aur ab to aapka doosra beta bhi ban gaya hai. Usko pehle paani tak to puchho.”

Ratna maa ne jaise apni galti mehsoos ki aur turant boli, “Ohh haan!”

Phir unhone Kajal ki taraf dekhkar kaha, “Kajal beti, aangan mein khat laga do. Aur jaa, thanda paani lekar aa.”

Kajal ne sir hilaya aur ghar ke andar chali gayi.

Main chupchaap khada sab dekh raha tha.

Pata nahi kyun, lekin kuch hi palon mein ye anjaan sa ghar mujhe pehle se thoda apna lagne laga tha...

Ratna maa ki baat sunte hi main sabke saath ghar ke andar ki taraf badh gaya. Ghar ke aangan mein ek khat pehle hi bichha di gayi thi. Main dheere se jaakar us khat par baith gaya aur apna samaan bhi wahi aangan ke ek kone mein rakh diya.

Main abhi theek se baitha hi tha ki Kajal didi haath mein thanda paani lekar mere paas aa gayi. Kajal mujhse badi thi, isliye maine usse pehli mulaqat se hi dil mein tay kar liya tha ki main use Kajal didi hi bulaunga.

Kajal didi waise bahut khoobsurat thi. Unka rang saanwla tha, lekin unke chehre par ek alag hi kashish thi. Unki aankhon aur chehre ki saadgi mein aisa akarshan tha ki ek baar dekhne ke baad nazar apne aap ruk jaaye.

Unhone glass meri taraf badhaya. Maine paani lete hue kaha, “Thank you, Kajal didi.”

Kajal didi ne bahut dheemi awaaz mein bas itna kaha, “Welcome.”

Main paani peene laga.

Tabhi Ratna maa ne Rima se kaha, “Rima beti, Ravi beta ka samaan Mangru ke kamre mein rakh de.”

Rima ne bina kuch kahe mera samaan uthaya aur Mangru ke kamre ki taraf chali gayi.

Main use jaate hue dekh hi raha tha ki achanak mujhe yaad aaya ki main Mangru ke ghar ke liye kuch lekar bhi aaya hoon. Mere paas wahi rabri aur doodh wali barfi ka packet tha jo maine bazaar se kharida tha.

Maine turant apna bag khola aur woh packet bahar nikala.

Mere mann mein ek chhoti si khushi hui. Maine socha, “Pehli baar kisi ke ghar aaya hoon… khaali haath kaise aata?”

Main mithai ka packet haath mein lekar Ratna maa ki taraf badha aur unhe dene laga.

“Ye maa… aapke liye,” maine halka sa muskurate hue kaha..

Maine mithai ka dabba Ratna maa ki taraf badhaya to woh muskura kar boli, “Beta, iski kya zaroorat thi?”

Maine bhi muskurate hue kaha, “Kaise nahi zaroorat hai maa? Mangru mera dost hai. Main pehli baar apne dost ke ghar aaya hoon, khaali haath kaise aata?”

Meri baat sunkar Ratna maa ke chehre par aur bhi pyaari si muskaan aa gayi. Unhone Kajal ki taraf dekhkar kaha, “Kajal, le beti, rakh de ise.”

Kajal didi ne mithai ka dabba le liya.

Tabhi Rima bhi mera samaan Mangru ke kamre mein rakhkar wapas aa gayi. Jaise hi woh aangan mein pahunchi, usne naak se hawa kheenchkar kaha, “Maa… ye rabdi aur barfi ki khushboo kahan se aa rahi hai?”

Uski nazar turant Kajal didi ke haath mein pakde mithai ke dabbe par pad gayi.

Rima ki aankhen chamak uthi. Woh seedha Kajal ke paas gayi aur dabba lekar wahin kholne lagi.

Ratna maa ne use dekhkar kaha, “Are kalmuhi! Sharam-lihaaz bhi hai ya nahi? Baad mein kha lena.”

Rima ne mithai ka dabba kholte hue hanskar kaha, “Chup raho maa! Aap nahi jaanti mujhe rabdi kitni pasand hai. Waise bhi kitne dino baad kha rahi hoon.”

Uski baat sunkar aangan mein halki si hansi phail gayi. Main bhi chupchaap Rima ko dekhkar muskura diya.

Tabhi bahar se kisi ladki ki awaaz aayi, “Oo Ratna chachi! Mangru hai kya ghar par?”

Main palatkar darwaze ki taraf dekhne laga.

Darwaze se ek ladki andar aayi. Umar lagbhag 18 saal ki hogi aur chehre par ek alag hi khoobsurti thi. Woh andar aate hue Mangru ko awaaz laga rahi thi, lekin jaise hi uski nazar mujh par padi, woh achanak chup ho gayi.

Ratna maa ne uski taraf dekhkar poocha, “Bol Rupa, kya baat hai? Kyun shor macha rahi hai?”

Rupa ki awaaz ab pehle se dheemi ho gayi thi. Usne kaha, “Chachi… Baba bole hain ki Mangru ko bade Thakur ke ghar bulawa aaya hai. Kal barsi hai na… usi ka kuch kaam hai.”

Ratna maa ne sir hilate hue kaha, “Achha… achha. Theek hai.”

Rupa ne phir kuch nahi kaha aur Rima ke paas chali gayi. Rima abhi bhi mithai ke dabbe ke paas baithi thi.

Main chupchaap aangan mein baitha ye sab dekh raha tha. Gaon ke logon ka ek-doosre ke ghar aana-jaana, bina kisi jhijhak ke baat karna… mujhe sab kuch naya lag raha tha.

Tabhi Ratna maa ne meri taraf dekha aur pyaar se boli, “Ravi beta, jao tum dono haath-muh dho lo. Main tum dono ke liye chai banati hoon.”

Mangru ne apni maa ki baat suni, phir meri taraf dekha aur bola, “Maa, main haweli ja raha hoon. Baad mein aata hoon. Shayad koi zaroori kaam hai. Khane ke time aa jaunga.”

Phir Mangru meri taraf mudkar bola, “Ravi, tum yahin raho. Ise apna hi ghar samjho. Haath-muh dho lo, kapde badal lo aur aaram karo. Main bas kaam nipta kar aata hoon.”

Maine sir hilakar kaha, “Theek hai.”

Mangru ne ek baar apni maa ki taraf dekha aur phir aangan se bahar nikal gaya.

Main use jaate hue dekhta raha.

Pata nahi kyun, lekin uske “ise apna hi ghar samjho” kehne ke baad mere dil mein ek ajeeb sa apnapan utar gaya tha...

Ratna maa ne Kajal didi se kaha, “Kajal beta, chapakal chala de. Ravi haath-muh dho lo.”

Kajal didi bina kuch kahe chapakal ke paas chali gayi. Main bhi uske peeche chala gaya. Safar ki thakaan mere chehre par thi, isliye jaise hi thanda paani mere haath aur chehre par pada, mujhe thoda sukoon mila. Main haath-muh dho raha tha, tabhi pata nahi kyun meri nazar saamne chali gayi.

Rima aur Rupa thodi door khadi thi.

Dono mujhe hi dekhkar hans rahi thi. Rupa Rima ke kaan mein kuch keh rahi thi aur uski baat sunkar Rima baar-baar hans pad rahi thi. Main kuch pal un dono ko dekhta raha. Mere mann mein turant sawaal aaya ki aakhir ye dono mujhe dekhkar kyun hans rahi hain?

Main kuch poochta, usse pehle hi Kajal didi ne shayad meri nazar ko samajh liya.

Unhone dheere se kaha, “Aap un dono par dhyaan mat dijiye. Dono saheliyan hain… aise hi bina baat ke hasti rehti hain.”

Maine Kajal didi ki taraf dekha.

Pata nahi kyun, us pal meri nazar unke chehre par thahar gayi.

Unka chehra bilkul shaant tha. Na zyada muskaan, na koi shikayat. Bas ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Mujhe laga jaise unki aankhon ke peeche bahut kuch daba hua hai… jaise woh apne andar na jaane kitna dard chhupa kar rakhti hain aur kisi ko uski khabar tak nahi hone deti.

Main unke chehre ko dekhta raha aur mere mann mein pata nahi kyun ek ajeeb sa sawaal utha kya ye hamesha aisi hi rehti hain, ya inki muskaan bhi kahin kho gayi hai?

Main phir haath-pair dhone laga. Paani ki boondein neeche mitti mein gir rahi thi aur mere dimaag mein bas Kajal didi ka wahi shaant chehra ghoom raha tha.


Maine haath se paani jhaadte hue unse kaha, “Didi, aap ek baat bura mat maanna… jab se main yahan aaya hoon, maine aapko ek baar bhi haste hue nahi dekha.”

Kajal didi ne meri taraf dekha. Kuch pal tak woh chup rahi. Phir bahut halki si muskaan unke chehre par aayi aur woh boli, “Tum bhi na… abhi tumhe yahan aaye theek se ek ghanta bhi nahi hua aur tumne meri itni baat notice kar li.” Unki awaaz mein halka sa mazaak tha, lekin uske peeche chhupa dard main mehsoos kar sakta tha. Phir unhone nazar hata kar dheere se kaha, “Har kisi ke paas muskurane ki wajah nahi hoti Ravi… kabhi-kabhi insaan bas shaant rehna seekh leta hai.”

Unki baat sunkar main chup ho gaya. Mujhe laga shayad maine kuch zyada pooch liya hai. Isliye maine us baat ko wahi chhod diya aur haath-pair dhokar charpai par aakar baith gaya.

Thodi der baad Ratna maa mere liye chai lekar aayi. Unhone mere haath mein chai ka glass dete hue kaha, “Lo beta, pehle chai pee lo. Safar se aaye ho.” Maine chai lete hue kaha, “Thank you, maa.” Ratna maa ke chehre par mamta bhari muskaan aa gayi. Main chai ka pehla ghunt lene hi wala tha ki achanak meri jeb mein rakha phone baj utha.

Maine phone nikala. Screen par ek unknown number tha. Kuch pal main us number ko dekhta raha. Pata nahi kyun, us anjaan number ko dekhte hi mere mann mein ajeeb si bechaini hone lagi. Phir maine call receive kar li aur kaha, “Hello?”

Dusri taraf kuch pal tak bilkul khamoshi rahi. Maine dobara kaha, “Hello… kaun bol raha hai?” Tabhi phone ke doosri taraf se ek aadmi ki bhaari aur robdaar awaaz sunai di. Usne dheere se kaha, “Swagat hai… Nawabpura mein, Chhote Nawab.”

Mere haath wahi ruk gaye. Mere seene ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Maine turant aangan ke chaaron taraf dekha. Ratna maa mere paas hi khadi thi, Kajal didi kuch door khadi thi aur Rima-Rupa bhi wahi aas-paas thi. Mere dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha—is aadmi ko kaise pata ki main Nawabpura mein hoon?

Maine ghabra kar phone ko kaan se aur zor se lagaya aur kaha, “Kaun ho tum? Aur tumhe kaise pata ki main Nawabpura mein hoon? Kaun bol raha hai? Apna naam batao.”

Dusri taraf se halki si hansi sunai di. Us hansi mein kuch aisa tha jisne meri bechaini aur badha di. Woh aadmi bola, “Main koi bhi hoon… tum bas itna samajh lo ki tumse mera bahut gehra rishta hai.”

Meri ungliyan phone par aur kas gayi. Maine kaha, “Mere baare mein tumhe kaise pata? Aur kaisa rishta hai tumhara mujhse?”

Kuch pal khamoshi rahi. Phir us aadmi ki awaaz pehle se zyada dheemi ho gayi. “Tumhara maine baarah saal intezar kiya hai, Chhote Nawab…”

Meri saansein jaise ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Baarah saal? Mere dimaag mein turant bachpan ki kuch dhundhli tasveerein tairne lagi, lekin main unhe pakad nahi pa raha tha.

Woh aadmi phir bola, “Bahut intezar kiya tumhara… lekin aaj aakhir tum mere paas aa hi gaye.”

Mera gala sookhne laga. Maine dheere se poocha, “Tum… mujhe jaante ho?”

Dusri taraf se kuch pal khamoshi rahi. Phir woh aadmi bahut shaant awaaz mein bola, “Tum mujhe nahi jaante, Ravi… lekin main tumhe bahut achhi tarah jaanta hoon.”

Mere haath se chai ka glass lagbhag chhoot gaya.

Usne mera naam kaise liya?

Main kuch bol bhi nahi pa raha tha. Bas phone kaan se laga kar us aadmi ki saanson ki awaaz sun raha tha aur mere dimaag mein ek hi sawaal baar-baar goonj raha tha..aakhir kaun tha woh aadmi, aur mera baarah saal se intezar kyun kar raha tha?

 

[Premkumar65]

Update 5

Kamre mein shaam ki halki roshni khidki se andar aa rahi thi. Khidki ke paas ek aurat chupchaap baithi thi. Uske haathon mein ek bahut purani tasveer thi, jiske kone waqt ke saath thode murjha gaye the. Tasveer mein ek chhota sa bachcha tha, lagbhag chaar saal ka… aur us bachche ko woh aurat apni baahon mein liye hue thi.

Woh aurat tasveer ko ek-tak dekhe ja rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein jaise saalon se jama hua dard aaj phir se bahar aa gaya tha. Aankhon ke kone se aansu nikle aur ek-ek karke us purani tasveer par girne lage. Woh kabhi tasveer mein bane us nanhe se chehre ko dekhti, kabhi aankhen band kar leti.

Aakhir usne tasveer ko dono haathon se apne seene se laga liya. Uska badan aansuon ke saath kaanp raha tha. Woh sisakte hue bas ek hi baat baar-baar keh rahi thi, “Beta… ho sake to apni maa ko maaf kar dena. Tumhari maa bahut buri hai…”

Itna kehkar woh phir rone lagi. Jaise ye alfaaz uske dil ke kisi aise kone se nikle the jahan saalon se dard daba hua tha. Kamre mein uski siskiyon ke alawa kuch nahi tha.

Tabhi bahar se darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi.

Do auratein kamre ke andar aayin. Unke peeche ek behad khoobsurat ladki bhi khadi thi, jisne aankhon par chashma laga rakha tha. Kamre ka mahaul dekhte hi dono auratein ruk gayin.

Unmein se badi aurat ne pareshaan hokar kaha, “Suman… kyun ro rahi hai tu, meri bahen?”

Doosri aurat ne bhi Suman ke paas aate hue poocha, “Haan didi… kyun ro rahi ho aap?”

Dono uski behenein thi. Badi behen Sulekha, jo 46 saal ki thi, aur chhoti behen Rita, 42 saal ki. Suman ki umar 44 saal thi.

Suman ne unki taraf dekha tak nahi. Uski nazar abhi bhi us purani tasveer par tiki thi. Tasveer dekhte hue uski aankhon se aansu ruk nahi rahe the.

Sulekha aur Rita ne bhi tasveer ki taraf dekha. Tasveer mein us chhote se bachche ka chehra dekhte hi dono ki aankhen bhar aayin. Sulekha ne tasveer ko Suman ke haath se nahi liya, bas jhukkar tasveer par bane us nanhe chehre ko pyaar se choom liya. Rita ne bhi aansuon ke beech tasveer ko dekha aur phir us bachche ke chehre par apne hoth rakh diye.

Sulekha ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Suman… kab tak royegi tu? Chhod de ab. Kya pata kabhi Guddu tere paas aa bhi payega ya nahi. Uska baap use tujhse bahut door le gaya hoga.”

Suman ki aankhon se aansu aur tez behne lage..Sulekha suman ke bagal mai baith kar usko chup karane ki koshish kar rahi thi ..

Rita ne tasveer ko dekhte hue kaha, “Haan didi… humein bhi bahut yaad aata hai Guddu. Na jaane ab kaisa hoga… kaisa dikhta hoga… uska chehra bilkul mere upar gaya hoga ya nahi?”

Ye kehkar Rita ke hothon par halki si muskaan aa gayi. Jaise uske dimaag mein us chhote se bachche ki koi purani shararat aa gayi ho.

“Kaash woh mere saamne hota,” Rita ne aankhon mein aansu liye kaha, “to main usko gale laga leti… aur jaane hi nahi deti. Jangir se baandh deti main usko.”

Uski muskurahat dheere-dheere khatam ho gayi. Chehre par phir wahi udaasi laut aayi.

Kamre mein kuch pal ke liye sab chup ho gaye.

Sulekha ne gehri saans lekar kaha, “Jahan bhi hoga… Bhagwan kare achha ho. Pata nahi hum usko yaad bhi honge ya nahi…”






Ye baat sunkar kamre ke piche khadi woh chashme wali ladki bhi chup ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein bhi aansu aa gaye the. Woh kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Bas us tasveer mein bane chhote se bachche ko ek-tak dekhe ja rahi thi… jaise us tasveer mein uske liye bhi koi bahut gehra rishta chhupa ho.

Kuch der baad Sulekha ne Suman ke kandhe par haath rakha aur kaha, “Suman, ja… muh-haath dho le. Neeche chal. Kal pooja ki taiyaari bhi karni hai. Tujhe sab log neeche dhoondh rahe hain.”

Phir Sulekha ne piche khadi chashme wali ladki ki taraf dekha aur pyaar se kaha, “Nidhi beta, apni maa ko neeche lekar aa.”

Nidhi ne chupchaap sir hila diya.

Sulekha aur Rita kamre se bahar nikal gayin. Nidhi kuch pal wahi khadi rahi. Uski aankhen ab bhi us purani tasveer par tiki hui thi.

Kamre mein Suman aur Nidhi reh gayin…

Aur Suman ke haathon mein woh purani tasveer ab bhi thi, jise woh apne seene se lagaye hue thi...

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Jab main Mangru ke ghar pahucha, to tempo rukte hi main wahi uske paas khada ho gaya. Mere haath mein mera samaan tha aur main chupchaap uske ghar ko dekh raha tha. Ghar bilkul saadha tha, mitti ki deewarein, saamne chhota sa aangan aur ek taraf gaayon ka tabela.

Tabele ke paas ek aurat gaayon ko chara daal rahi thi. Jaise hi uski nazar hum dono par padi, woh apna kaam chhodkar hamari taraf aane lagi. Main tempo ke paas hi khada raha.

Woh aurat mere paas aakar ruk gayi. Uski nazar seedhe mujh par thi. Aisa nahi tha ki woh bas mujhe dekh rahi thi… woh jaise mujhe scan kar rahi thi. Kabhi mere chehre ko dekhti, kabhi mere kapdon ko, kabhi mere kandhe par latke bag ko. Shayad uske dimaag mein bhi yahi chal raha tha ki Mangru ke saath itna hatta-katta, lamba aur jawan ladka kaun hai.

Aakhir usne Mangru se poocha, “Mangru beta, ye kaun hai?”

Maine Mangru ki taraf dekha. Mangru ne turant meri taraf aankhon se chup rehne ka ishara kiya. Phir woh apni maa ki taraf mudkar bilkul saamanya andaaz mein bola, “Maa, ye mera Delhi wala dost hai.”

Main uski baat sunkar andar hi andar hairan reh gaya.

Dost?

Abhi kuch der pehle tak to hum ek-doosre ko theek se jaante bhi nahi the aur ab Mangru apni maa ke saamne mujhe apna Delhi wala dost bata raha tha.

Uski maa ne hairani se meri taraf dekhte hue poocha, “Dost? Woh bhi Delhi ka?”

Mangru ne bina jhijhak ke kaha, “Haan maa. Jab main aath mahine pehle Delhi gaya tha na, tabhi isse dosti hui thi. Iska naam Ravi hai. Gaon ghoomne aaya hai. Delhi mein isne meri bahut madad ki thi.”

Main chupchaap Mangru ki baatein sun raha tha. Usne itni aasani se poori kahani bana di thi ki agar mujhe khud sach pata na hota, to shayad main bhi uski baat maan leta.

Uski maa ab bhi mujhe bade dhyaan se dekh rahi thi.

Aur na jaane kyun, unki aankhon mein mujhe sirf ek mehmaan ko dekhne wali nazar nahi lag rahi thi…

Jaise woh mere chehre mein kuch dhoondh rahi ho.

Mangru ki maa ab bhi mujhe dhyaan se dekh rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si jaanch thi, jaise woh mere baare mein kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Main kuch pal chup khada raha, phir maine apna samaan ek taraf rakha aur aage badh gaya.

Main unke paas jaakar jhuk gaya aur unke pair chhoo liye. Saath hi maine haath jodkar kaha, “Namaste, aunty.”

Unhone turant mujhe aashirwad dete hue kaha, “Khush raho beta.”

Unki awaaz mein maa jaisi mamta thi. Pata nahi kyun, unke muh se “khush raho beta” sunte hi mere dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling hui. Main kuch pal ke liye unki taraf dekhta raha.

Abhi ye sab chal hi raha tha ki meri nazar ghar ke darwaze ki taraf gayi. Wahan do ladkiyan aakar khadi ho gayi thi aur dono mujhe bade gaur se dekh rahi thi. Dono ka rang saavla tha, lekin dono ke chehre mein ek alag hi akarshan tha. Maine unhe dekhkar mann hi mann socha, “Black beauty…”

Main unki taraf dekhkar halka sa muskuraya aur phir Mangru ki maa ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Kaisi hai aap aunty?”

Mere muh se “aunty” shabd nikalte hi pata nahi kya hua. Mangru ki maa, Mangru aur darwaze par khadi dono ladkiyan ek saath meri taraf dekhne lagi. Sab mujhe aise ghoor rahe the jaise maine koi bahut badi galti kar di ho.

Main ek-ek karke sabke chehre dekhne laga aur thoda ghabrakar poocha, “Kuch galat bol diya kya maine? Aapko aunty…”

Meri baat poori hone se pehle hi sabke chehre par hansi aa gayi. Main aur bhi confused ho gaya.

Tabhi un dono ladkiyon mein se ek ladki aage badhi. Uska naam Rima tha aur woh 18 saal ki thi. Woh mujhe dekhkar hansne lagi aur boli, “Oo shehri babu! Yahan gaon mein aunty-vunty nahi bola jaata hai. Ye gaon hai, shehar nahi.”

Itna kehkar Rima phir hansne lagi.

Uske piche khadi uski badi behen Kajal ne turant uski peeth par halka sa haath maara, jaise keh rahi ho, “Pareshan mat kar.”

Main chupchaap sabki baatein sun raha tha.

Tabhi Mangru ki maa, Ratna, jo 44 saal ki thi, muskurate hue meri taraf dekhkar boli, “Beta, uski baaton ka bura mat manna. Woh kya hai na… gaon mein aunty nahi bola jaata. Yahan maayi, chachi, mausi, mami… aise hi bulate hain.”

Maine sir khujate hue thoda sharminda hokar kaha, “Ohh… sorry. Mujhe nahi pata tha.”

Ratna maa hanskar boli, “Koi baat nahi beta. Naye-naye gaon mein aaye ho na. Dheere-dheere sab seekh jaoge.”

Unki baat sunkar main bhi muskura diya. Phir pata nahi mere dil mein kya aaya, maine bilkul seedhe mann se pooch liya, “Kya main aapko… maa bol sakta hoon?”

Mere itna kehte hi sabki nazar meri taraf uth gayi.

Jaise maine koi ajeeb baat keh di ho.

Mangru bhi mujhe dekhne laga. Rima aur Kajal bhi ek-doosre ka chehra dekhne lagi. Kuch pal ke liye wahan bilkul khamoshi chha gayi.

Phir Ratna maa ke chehre par ek mamta bhari muskaan aa gayi. Woh mere paas aayin, mere sir par pyaar se haath phiraya aur boli, “Kyun nahi kah sakte ho beta? Bilkul keh sakte ho.”

Unke haath ka sparsh mere sir par padte hi pata nahi kyun mere andar ek ajeeb sa sukoon utar gaya.

Sabke chehre par halki si muskaan aa gayi.

Mausam bhi jaise us pal ke saath badal raha tha. Thandi hawa pehle se tez chalne lagi thi aur aangan ke paas lage pedon ke patte hawa ke saath sar-sar kar rahe the.

Ratna maa ne pyaar se poocha, “Beta, kitne dinon ke liye aaye ho?”

Main kuch bolne hi wala tha ki Mangru beech mein hanskar bol pada, “Maa, saare sawaal-jawaab yahin kar logi kya? Thaka-haara aaya hai mera dost. Aur ab to aapka doosra beta bhi ban gaya hai. Usko pehle paani tak to puchho.”

Ratna maa ne jaise apni galti mehsoos ki aur turant boli, “Ohh haan!”

Phir unhone Kajal ki taraf dekhkar kaha, “Kajal beti, aangan mein khat laga do. Aur jaa, thanda paani lekar aa.”

Kajal ne sir hilaya aur ghar ke andar chali gayi.

Main chupchaap khada sab dekh raha tha.

Pata nahi kyun, lekin kuch hi palon mein ye anjaan sa ghar mujhe pehle se thoda apna lagne laga tha...

Ratna maa ki baat sunte hi main sabke saath ghar ke andar ki taraf badh gaya. Ghar ke aangan mein ek khat pehle hi bichha di gayi thi. Main dheere se jaakar us khat par baith gaya aur apna samaan bhi wahi aangan ke ek kone mein rakh diya.

Main abhi theek se baitha hi tha ki Kajal didi haath mein thanda paani lekar mere paas aa gayi. Kajal mujhse badi thi, isliye maine usse pehli mulaqat se hi dil mein tay kar liya tha ki main use Kajal didi hi bulaunga.

Kajal didi waise bahut khoobsurat thi. Unka rang saanwla tha, lekin unke chehre par ek alag hi kashish thi. Unki aankhon aur chehre ki saadgi mein aisa akarshan tha ki ek baar dekhne ke baad nazar apne aap ruk jaaye.

Unhone glass meri taraf badhaya. Maine paani lete hue kaha, “Thank you, Kajal didi.”

Kajal didi ne bahut dheemi awaaz mein bas itna kaha, “Welcome.”

Main paani peene laga.

Tabhi Ratna maa ne Rima se kaha, “Rima beti, Ravi beta ka samaan Mangru ke kamre mein rakh de.”

Rima ne bina kuch kahe mera samaan uthaya aur Mangru ke kamre ki taraf chali gayi.

Main use jaate hue dekh hi raha tha ki achanak mujhe yaad aaya ki main Mangru ke ghar ke liye kuch lekar bhi aaya hoon. Mere paas wahi rabri aur doodh wali barfi ka packet tha jo maine bazaar se kharida tha.

Maine turant apna bag khola aur woh packet bahar nikala.

Mere mann mein ek chhoti si khushi hui. Maine socha, “Pehli baar kisi ke ghar aaya hoon… khaali haath kaise aata?”

Main mithai ka packet haath mein lekar Ratna maa ki taraf badha aur unhe dene laga.

“Ye maa… aapke liye,” maine halka sa muskurate hue kaha..

Maine mithai ka dabba Ratna maa ki taraf badhaya to woh muskura kar boli, “Beta, iski kya zaroorat thi?”

Maine bhi muskurate hue kaha, “Kaise nahi zaroorat hai maa? Mangru mera dost hai. Main pehli baar apne dost ke ghar aaya hoon, khaali haath kaise aata?”

Meri baat sunkar Ratna maa ke chehre par aur bhi pyaari si muskaan aa gayi. Unhone Kajal ki taraf dekhkar kaha, “Kajal, le beti, rakh de ise.”

Kajal didi ne mithai ka dabba le liya.

Tabhi Rima bhi mera samaan Mangru ke kamre mein rakhkar wapas aa gayi. Jaise hi woh aangan mein pahunchi, usne naak se hawa kheenchkar kaha, “Maa… ye rabdi aur barfi ki khushboo kahan se aa rahi hai?”

Uski nazar turant Kajal didi ke haath mein pakde mithai ke dabbe par pad gayi.

Rima ki aankhen chamak uthi. Woh seedha Kajal ke paas gayi aur dabba lekar wahin kholne lagi.

Ratna maa ne use dekhkar kaha, “Are kalmuhi! Sharam-lihaaz bhi hai ya nahi? Baad mein kha lena.”

Rima ne mithai ka dabba kholte hue hanskar kaha, “Chup raho maa! Aap nahi jaanti mujhe rabdi kitni pasand hai. Waise bhi kitne dino baad kha rahi hoon.”

Uski baat sunkar aangan mein halki si hansi phail gayi. Main bhi chupchaap Rima ko dekhkar muskura diya.

Tabhi bahar se kisi ladki ki awaaz aayi, “Oo Ratna chachi! Mangru hai kya ghar par?”

Main palatkar darwaze ki taraf dekhne laga.

Darwaze se ek ladki andar aayi. Umar lagbhag 18 saal ki hogi aur chehre par ek alag hi khoobsurti thi. Woh andar aate hue Mangru ko awaaz laga rahi thi, lekin jaise hi uski nazar mujh par padi, woh achanak chup ho gayi.

Ratna maa ne uski taraf dekhkar poocha, “Bol Rupa, kya baat hai? Kyun shor macha rahi hai?”

Rupa ki awaaz ab pehle se dheemi ho gayi thi. Usne kaha, “Chachi… Baba bole hain ki Mangru ko bade Thakur ke ghar bulawa aaya hai. Kal barsi hai na… usi ka kuch kaam hai.”

Ratna maa ne sir hilate hue kaha, “Achha… achha. Theek hai.”

Rupa ne phir kuch nahi kaha aur Rima ke paas chali gayi. Rima abhi bhi mithai ke dabbe ke paas baithi thi.

Main chupchaap aangan mein baitha ye sab dekh raha tha. Gaon ke logon ka ek-doosre ke ghar aana-jaana, bina kisi jhijhak ke baat karna… mujhe sab kuch naya lag raha tha.

Tabhi Ratna maa ne meri taraf dekha aur pyaar se boli, “Ravi beta, jao tum dono haath-muh dho lo. Main tum dono ke liye chai banati hoon.”

Mangru ne apni maa ki baat suni, phir meri taraf dekha aur bola, “Maa, main haweli ja raha hoon. Baad mein aata hoon. Shayad koi zaroori kaam hai. Khane ke time aa jaunga.”

Phir Mangru meri taraf mudkar bola, “Ravi, tum yahin raho. Ise apna hi ghar samjho. Haath-muh dho lo, kapde badal lo aur aaram karo. Main bas kaam nipta kar aata hoon.”

Maine sir hilakar kaha, “Theek hai.”

Mangru ne ek baar apni maa ki taraf dekha aur phir aangan se bahar nikal gaya.

Main use jaate hue dekhta raha.

Pata nahi kyun, lekin uske “ise apna hi ghar samjho” kehne ke baad mere dil mein ek ajeeb sa apnapan utar gaya tha...

Ratna maa ne Kajal didi se kaha, “Kajal beta, chapakal chala de. Ravi haath-muh dho lo.”

Kajal didi bina kuch kahe chapakal ke paas chali gayi. Main bhi uske peeche chala gaya. Safar ki thakaan mere chehre par thi, isliye jaise hi thanda paani mere haath aur chehre par pada, mujhe thoda sukoon mila. Main haath-muh dho raha tha, tabhi pata nahi kyun meri nazar saamne chali gayi.

Rima aur Rupa thodi door khadi thi.

Dono mujhe hi dekhkar hans rahi thi. Rupa Rima ke kaan mein kuch keh rahi thi aur uski baat sunkar Rima baar-baar hans pad rahi thi. Main kuch pal un dono ko dekhta raha. Mere mann mein turant sawaal aaya ki aakhir ye dono mujhe dekhkar kyun hans rahi hain?

Main kuch poochta, usse pehle hi Kajal didi ne shayad meri nazar ko samajh liya.

Unhone dheere se kaha, “Aap un dono par dhyaan mat dijiye. Dono saheliyan hain… aise hi bina baat ke hasti rehti hain.”

Maine Kajal didi ki taraf dekha.

Pata nahi kyun, us pal meri nazar unke chehre par thahar gayi.

Unka chehra bilkul shaant tha. Na zyada muskaan, na koi shikayat. Bas ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Mujhe laga jaise unki aankhon ke peeche bahut kuch daba hua hai… jaise woh apne andar na jaane kitna dard chhupa kar rakhti hain aur kisi ko uski khabar tak nahi hone deti.

Main unke chehre ko dekhta raha aur mere mann mein pata nahi kyun ek ajeeb sa sawaal utha kya ye hamesha aisi hi rehti hain, ya inki muskaan bhi kahin kho gayi hai?

Main phir haath-pair dhone laga. Paani ki boondein neeche mitti mein gir rahi thi aur mere dimaag mein bas Kajal didi ka wahi shaant chehra ghoom raha tha.


Maine haath se paani jhaadte hue unse kaha, “Didi, aap ek baat bura mat maanna… jab se main yahan aaya hoon, maine aapko ek baar bhi haste hue nahi dekha.”

Kajal didi ne meri taraf dekha. Kuch pal tak woh chup rahi. Phir bahut halki si muskaan unke chehre par aayi aur woh boli, “Tum bhi na… abhi tumhe yahan aaye theek se ek ghanta bhi nahi hua aur tumne meri itni baat notice kar li.” Unki awaaz mein halka sa mazaak tha, lekin uske peeche chhupa dard main mehsoos kar sakta tha. Phir unhone nazar hata kar dheere se kaha, “Har kisi ke paas muskurane ki wajah nahi hoti Ravi… kabhi-kabhi insaan bas shaant rehna seekh leta hai.”

Unki baat sunkar main chup ho gaya. Mujhe laga shayad maine kuch zyada pooch liya hai. Isliye maine us baat ko wahi chhod diya aur haath-pair dhokar charpai par aakar baith gaya.

Thodi der baad Ratna maa mere liye chai lekar aayi. Unhone mere haath mein chai ka glass dete hue kaha, “Lo beta, pehle chai pee lo. Safar se aaye ho.” Maine chai lete hue kaha, “Thank you, maa.” Ratna maa ke chehre par mamta bhari muskaan aa gayi. Main chai ka pehla ghunt lene hi wala tha ki achanak meri jeb mein rakha phone baj utha.

Maine phone nikala. Screen par ek unknown number tha. Kuch pal main us number ko dekhta raha. Pata nahi kyun, us anjaan number ko dekhte hi mere mann mein ajeeb si bechaini hone lagi. Phir maine call receive kar li aur kaha, “Hello?”

Dusri taraf kuch pal tak bilkul khamoshi rahi. Maine dobara kaha, “Hello… kaun bol raha hai?” Tabhi phone ke doosri taraf se ek aadmi ki bhaari aur robdaar awaaz sunai di. Usne dheere se kaha, “Swagat hai… Nawabpura mein, Chhote Nawab.”

Mere haath wahi ruk gaye. Mere seene ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Maine turant aangan ke chaaron taraf dekha. Ratna maa mere paas hi khadi thi, Kajal didi kuch door khadi thi aur Rima-Rupa bhi wahi aas-paas thi. Mere dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha—is aadmi ko kaise pata ki main Nawabpura mein hoon?

Maine ghabra kar phone ko kaan se aur zor se lagaya aur kaha, “Kaun ho tum? Aur tumhe kaise pata ki main Nawabpura mein hoon? Kaun bol raha hai? Apna naam batao.”

Dusri taraf se halki si hansi sunai di. Us hansi mein kuch aisa tha jisne meri bechaini aur badha di. Woh aadmi bola, “Main koi bhi hoon… tum bas itna samajh lo ki tumse mera bahut gehra rishta hai.”

Meri ungliyan phone par aur kas gayi. Maine kaha, “Mere baare mein tumhe kaise pata? Aur kaisa rishta hai tumhara mujhse?”

Kuch pal khamoshi rahi. Phir us aadmi ki awaaz pehle se zyada dheemi ho gayi. “Tumhara maine baarah saal intezar kiya hai, Chhote Nawab…”

Meri saansein jaise ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Baarah saal? Mere dimaag mein turant bachpan ki kuch dhundhli tasveerein tairne lagi, lekin main unhe pakad nahi pa raha tha.

Woh aadmi phir bola, “Bahut intezar kiya tumhara… lekin aaj aakhir tum mere paas aa hi gaye.”

Mera gala sookhne laga. Maine dheere se poocha, “Tum… mujhe jaante ho?”

Dusri taraf se kuch pal khamoshi rahi. Phir woh aadmi bahut shaant awaaz mein bola, “Tum mujhe nahi jaante, Ravi… lekin main tumhe bahut achhi tarah jaanta hoon.”

Mere haath se chai ka glass lagbhag chhoot gaya.

Usne mera naam kaise liya?

Main kuch bol bhi nahi pa raha tha. Bas phone kaan se laga kar us aadmi ki saanson ki awaaz sun raha tha aur mere dimaag mein ek hi sawaal baar-baar goonj raha tha..aakhir kaun tha woh aadmi, aur mera baarah saal se intezar kyun kar raha tha?

Nice update. I think Bade Thakur hi uske Nana honge?

 

[singhwasim]

Wonderful update