Prologue
Mera naam Kallu hai, aur main asal mein Bihar ke ek chhote se gaon ka rehne wala hoon. Lekin pichhle 3 mahine se Gujarat mein kaam kar raha hoon. Main padhai-likhai mein hamesha se hi bahut kamzor raha hoon. Maine bahut koshish ki, lekin 12vi ka exam chaar baar dene ke baad bhi paas nahi kar paya.
Meri lagataar haar se naraz mere baap ne mujhe pehle to khub galiyan di, aur phir ek din gusse mein mujhe ghar se nikal diya. Gaon ke logon par unka aisa khaof tha ki koi bhi meri madad ke liye aage nahi aaya. Aakhir mein, apne dil par patthar rakh kar, ek train pakdi aur hamesha ke liye apna chhota sa jahan chhod diya.
Par sabse zyada dukh mujhe apne pyar se bichhadne ka tha—meri pyari Kamala bhabhi se. Darasal baat yeh hai ki main ek mamuli insaan hoon—meri height muskil se 5 feet hai, rang bhi sanwala. Aur sach kahun to main andar se bahut hi darpok aur kayar hoon. Lekin in sab ke bawjood, maine bahut mehnat aur lagan se Kamala bhabhi ko pataya tha.
Haan, main unse shaadi nahi kar sakta tha, aur hamara rista samaj ke liye kabhi manzoor nahi hota. Lekin mujhe unse shiddat se pyar tha. Gaon ke khet, bagiche, aur woh chhoti si nahar—yeh sab hamare ishq ke gawaah the. Wahi jagah thi jahan hamara milan hota tha, jahan ham ek doosre mein poora doob jaate the.
Lekin phir woh sab mujhse chin gaya. Main apna sab kuch peeche chhod kar, sirf yaadon ka bojh lekar, apna gaon hamesha ke liye chhod aaya.