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She Never Stopped Bloodline Ep2 by AllleBoss
Dosto, yeh kahani doodh ki hai, aur lohe ki bhi.
Doodh jo raat ko steel ke glass mein utarta hai, garam, upar malai ki patli chamak, kitchen ke gas se uthati hui.Lohe jo saamne darwaze ki latch hai, jo bathroom ke lock mein subah click karti hai, jo Papa Vinod ke photo-frame ke kone mein bhi baithi hai. Dono is ghar mein saath rehte hain. Main unke beech soya hua tha. Ab nahiso raha.
Mera naam Aarav hai. Pachchees. Lucknow, Indira Nagar. Do manzila lane ka ghar, neeli grill, aam ke ped kesaaye mein. Summer ki garmi deewaron pe chipki. Neeche Gupta Uncle, unka TV, serial ki awaaz jo raat ko bhithodi der chalti hai. Upar hum. Hall, kitchen, unka kamra, mera kamra, beech mein shared wall, bathroom jismelock hai. Main Noida ki ek firm se WFH karta hoon. Battis hazaar. Excel, camera off. Din khokhla nikalta hai.Raat bhari padti hai.
Raat isliye bhari kyunki doodh aata hai.
Har raat, das ke kareeb, maa kitchen mein gas jalaati hain. Market ka doodh, pouch wala, subah cycle se aaya,fridge ke upar rakha. Unke haath mein mera steel ka glass. Woh glass chhota nahi. Do ungliyan andar jaayeinitna. Unhone isse hamesha garam kiya. Bachpan se. Papa ke jeete jee. Papa ke marne ke baad bhi. Mainpachchees ka hoon, naukri karta hoon, magar yeh glass nahi ruka. Bina iske neend nahi aati. Yeh aadat nahi,zaroorat hai. Dosto, main seedha kehta hoon: main aadmi hoon jo bhar jaata hai sirf tab, jab koi mujhe pilaaye.
Maa. Meera. Chauvalis saal. Colony mein log unhe chhattis ka kehte hain. Cotton ki nighty, hamesha, gol gala,pastel, kabhi cream, kabhi halka gulaabi. Baal khule ya ek side bun. Nariyal ka tel, ilaichi, doodh ki malai jaisikhushboo jo unke kapdon mein, takiyon mein, poore ghar mein rehti hai. Seene pe hamesha bhaari. Main yehunke baithne se jaanta hoon. Woh thoda jhuk ke baithti hain. Kandhe andar. Haath kabhi pet pe, kabhi glass kepeeche. Jaise koi wazan seene mein daba ho. Main sochta tha, thakaan. Main sochta tha, Lucknow ki garmi.Sahi nahi sochta tha.
Unka kamra mere kamre se wall se juda hai. Raat ko inverter ki batti peeli, hall ke corner pe, voltage girne pebhonakti hai. Koel gali ke aam pe do teen dafa chillati hai, phir chup. Ceiling fan left-right. Main apne bistar peleta hoon, darwaza aadha khula, kyunki doodh aane wala hota hai. Unke pairon ki ahiste si chap kitchen senikal ke aati hai. Pehle bartan. Phir gas ki tik-tik. Phir doodh chadhta hai steel ke glass mein, kinare pe halkebubble. Uski khushboo hall mein failti hai: garam doodh, halka elaichi, kabhi cheeni ki ek chhoti si chutki. Phirwoh aati hain.
Bed ke kinare. Hamesha wahi jagah. Meri charpai ke right side, jahan chadar ka kona latakta hai, jahan takiyaka cover thoda khiska rehta hai. Woh baithti hain. Nighty ghutnon tak. Pair zameen pe, seedhe. Seena wahi,bhaari, thoda jhuka. Glass dono haathon mein. Steam unki ungliyon ke beech se nikalta hai. Unke honth pewoh halki muskaan jo maa wali hoti hai, jo sawaal nahi karti, jo sirf pilaati hai.
Pee le.
Main uth ke takiya peeth pe lagata hoon. Glass unke haath se leta hoon. Steel garam, kyunki unhone ussekapde se pakda hua tha. Meri hatheli pe unki ungliyon ki garmi ek second. Pehli ghunt mein malai. Doosri meinmeetha. Teesri mein neend ka raasta khulta hai. Woh dekhti rehti hain. Mere gale ko. Main peeta hoon to unkachehra shaant ho jaata hai, jaise koi hisaab pura ho. Kabhi haath mere baal pe, halka, jaise bachpan mein.Bachpan mein bhi yahi tha. Market ka doodh. Unka nahi. Jab main chhota tha, yeh glass care tha. Sirf care.Papa jeete the tab bhi maa raat ko pilaati thi, kehti thi, So ja, pet bhar ke so. Unke seene ka koi raaz mere munhmein nahi aaya. Main wean ho chuka tha. Uske baad sirf yeh steel. Garam. Safed. Doodhwale ka. Unhone jo bhibathroom mein kiya, main nahi jaanta tha.
Papa Vinod ki photo hall mein hai. Shirt tuck, patli smile, moochh. Frame kaanch wala, kone mein thodi jali huiagarbatti ki raakh. Unke jaane ke din main satrah ka tha. Board ke papers, hospital, phir yeh do manzil ka gharjo andar se ek reh gaya. Photo ke saamne maa roz diya nahi jalaati. Kabhi Diwali. Kabhi unki barsi. Photo kuchnahi kehti. Ashirwad nahi. Sirf dekhna. Main doodh peete hue kabhi hall ki taraf nazar daalta hoon. Vinod wahihain. Main yahan. Maa beech mein, nighty mein, glass ke saath.
Glass khaali hota hai. Woh le leti hain. Sink mein rakhne se pehle ungli se kinara saaf. Boli, So ja, beta. Mainleta hoon. Munh mein doodh ki line. Dimag mein ghar. Woh uth ke apne kamre jaati hain. Shared wall ke uspaar kapdon ki ahiste si awaaz. Kabhi nighty ka kapda hanger se. Kabhi darwaze ki kundi. Main so jaata hoon.Aksar. Hamesha nahi.
Subah alag hai.
Subah saat baje ke aas paas bathroom ka lock lagta hai. Click. Woh click lohe ki hai. Chhoti. Saaf. Roz ki. Mainpalat ke sunta hoon. Pehle unke pair, hall se bathroom. Phir paani. Phir woh lock. Pandrah minute. Bees. Kabhitees. Paani ki dhaar, phir rukna, phir dhaar. Tap ke neeche kuch aur bhi hai, jo paani se dhak jaata hai. Dettol.Woh Dettol jo bathroom ke tile pe rehta hai, jo unhone hamesha rakha, jo ghar ki safai ki khushboo hai. MagarDettol ke neeche kuch aur hai. Meetha. Halka. Jaise doodh ki malai jo bartan pe sookh gayi ho. Jaise nariyal telmein kuch mil gaya ho. Main sochta, soap. Main sochta, shampoo. Main sochta, Maa ko pet kharab hai, isliyeitni der band rehti hain. Dosto, pet wali soch kitni aasaan hoti hai. Aadmi wahi sochta hai jo uske liye halkapadta ho.
Bathroom ke threshold pe kabhi paani ki ek patli line nikal aati hai. Main dekhta nahi. Subah meri aankh laptoppe jaani hoti hai. Noida wali firm. Camera off. Maa kitchen mein chai. Unka seena wahi bhaari, blouse keneeche. Pallu kabhi aage kheench leti hain. Main is nazar ko naam nahi deta. Abhi nahi.
Ghar ka naqsha yahi hai. Saamne iron latch, kali, jahaan haath lagta hai. Neeche lane, koel, Gupta Uncle ka TV.Upar hall, Papa ki photo, diwan, inverter. Kitchen mein steel ke glasses, ek jo sirf mera hai, doodh wala.Bathroom mein lock, Dettol, ek toliya jo bucket ke kinare latka rehta hai, jo main sochta tha nahaane ka. Unkakamra, coconut oil, cotton nighty. Mera kamra, laptop, khidki se aam.
Din mein main khokhla rehta hoon. Mails. Kabhi Ritu ka chat, office wali. Main reply karta hoon, theek, haan.Feeling nahi. Feeling raat ko aati hai, jab glass garam hota hai, jab maa bed ke kinare baithti hain. Main peetahoon jaise koi namaz.
Unka jhukna mujhe dikhta hai. Roz. Nighty ke kapde mein seene ki golai, bhaari, jo cotton ko aage karti hai.Main sochta, garmi. Stretch marks nahi dikhte, nighty chhupa leti hai. Jo cheez bathroom ke lock ke peechehai, woh mere dimag mein nahi hai. Abhi nahi. Main unhe maa kehta hoon. Woh mujhe beta.
Papa ke jaane ke baad maa ne kaha tha, Ab tu hi hai, Aarav. Main satrah ka tha. Doodh laata tha pouch, neechedukaan se. Bills. School. Unka rona jo woh kitchen ke gas ke peeche dabaati thi. Us waqt doodh sirf pouch tha.Unka jism sirf maa tha. Main neend ke liye pila. Unhone neend ke liye pilaya. Care. Itna. Uske aage kuch nahi.Main us deewar ki jagah khada ho gaya jo Vinod le gaye.
Ab pachchees. Battis hazaar. WFH. Indira Nagar ki do manzil. Steel glass. Bed ka kinara. Click.
Raat ko last ghunt pe unki ungli kabhi mere kalai pe ruk jaati hai. Halki. Jaise naap rahi hon ke pee liya ya nahi.Pee liya. Boli, Accha beta. Phir uth. Nighty ka hem unke pairon ko chhuta hai. Hall se hote hue. Photo. Latchnahi, andar ki raat. Unka darwaza. Mera darwaza. Beech mein wall.
Main sochta hoon, kal bhi yahi glass hoga. Kal bhi yahi lock. Kal bhi Dettol ke neeche woh meethi si gandh.Main us gandh ko abhi doodh nahi kehta. Main usse ghar ke sabun se milata hoon. Aadmi andha tab tak rehtahai jab tak darwaza poora band dikhe.
Inverter ne aaj raat ek baar kaata. Peeli batti. Koel chup. Main andhere mein glass rakh chuka tha, side tablepe, khaali, andar malai ka halka daag. Munh mein wohi. Maa apne kamre mein. Fan chal raha. Shared wall ke uspaar koi ahiste si khansi. Subah aayegi. Saat baje lock ki click aayegi. Main palatunga. Paani sununga. Dettol.Meetha.
Subah saat baje lock ki click. Main sochta, Maa ko pet kharab hai. Dosto, pet nahi tha.
Dosto, pachchees saal ka aadmi din mein itna khali ho sakta hai ke khud ki saans bhi kaam lage.
Subah aath baje laptop khulta hai. Camera off. Slack pe green dot. Noida wali firm, battis hazaar, Excel ke cellsjo bhar te hain aur mujhe nahi bharte. Mere upar wale kamre ki khidki Indira Nagar ki gali pe khulti hai. Lucknowki garmi andar aati hai, neem ki patti, kisi ke scooter ki kick, Gupta Uncle ke yahan TV ki serial. Fan slow. Tablepe raat ka steel glass, dhula hua, kinare pe malai ki ek sookhi line jo kal se reh gayi. Woh glass din ka nahi. Wohraat ka hai. Din ka main sirf baitha rehta hoon.
Ritu ka message aata hai das baje. Kaise ho. Kya chal raha. Woh chhabbees ki hai, office, Zoom pe lipstick,peeche ek plastic plant. Main type karta hoon, Theek. Woh likhti hai, Itna theek kabhi nahi hota. Mainmuskuraane wala emoji bhejta hoon. Chat kuch der chalti hai. Har line seedhi. Har line khali. Dosto, Ritu burinahi. Ritu ordinary zindagi hai. Ordinary zindagi mujhe chhooti nahi. Main uske words padhta hoon aur petmein wahi sorr rehta hai jo subah se hai. Koi bhookh nahi. Koi aadmi wali chahat nahi. Sirf ek sookha kuwa.
Dopahar ko koel bolti hai. Ek baar, do. Phir garmi mein chup. Inverter corner mein, battery pe dhool, jaise koisoya hua janwar. Hall mein papa ki photo, Vinod, shirt, tie, nazar camera mein. Unke neeche diya ki thali,sookhi batti. Koi ashirwad nahi nikalta us photo se. Main dekh ke nikal jaata hoon kitchen ki taraf, paani peene,aur Maa wahan hoti hain.
Unka naam Meera. Lane Meera ji kehti hai. Main kehta hoon Maa. Chawalis saal, dikhti chhatteess. Cottonblouse, cream, button gale tak. Pallu kandhe pe, halka brown. Seena hamesha bhaari. Woh thodi jhuk ke baithtihain, jaise andar koi wazan hai jo unhe aage kheenchta hai. Baal bun, coconut oil ki smell jo kitchen ke tadke semil jaati hai. Elaichi chai mein. Doodh ki malai bartan ke dhakkan pe sookhi. Bathroom se Dettol, uske neechekuch meetha, main sochta hoon sabun, itna. Unke haath aate pe, katori mein, meri plate pe. Main unhe dekhtahoon aur nazar hata leta hoon. Din mein nazar hatana aasan hota hai. Din mein main naukri hoon.
Unhone kaha, Kha le, thanda ho jayega. Maine kaha, Haan, Maa. Roti, lauki, dahi. Main khaata hoon. Pet bhar tahai. Andar wahi sookha. Ritu phir likhti hai, Call pe aa. Main ignore karta hoon. Phir likhta hoon, Meeting.Meeting nahi thi. Cell A12 khula tha, number galat, main theek kar raha tha. Manager ne kaha, Aarav, yeh figurelast week se same hai kya. Maine kaha, Nahi sir, naya hai. Main naya nahi tha.
Shaam saat baje bijli kaampi. Fan ruka, inverter ne sambhala, kut kut, phir light. Maa kitchen mein gas on kartihain. Packet ka doodh, dairy, theke wala, jo roz aata hai. Steel bartan. Ubal. Malai upar tairti, safed chamdi jaisi.Unke haath handle pe. Doosra haath pallu. Main darwaze ke frame pe kandha laga ke khada. Unhone kaha,Haath dho. Maine dhoye. Bathroom ka lock upar, towel ring pe, paani thanda. Kuch nahi dekha. Sirf apna munhsheeshe mein, pachchees saal, aankhein khali.
Khana hall mein. Papa dekhte rahe. Unhone kaha, Ritu ne call kiya. Maine kaha, Kiya. Unhone kaha, Baat karliya kar, umr nikal jayegi. Maine kaha, Haan. Haan mein koi shaadi nahi thi. Haan mein koi cafe nahi tha.Hazratganj, AC, uski lipstick, yeh sab doosre aadmi ki zindagi hai. Meri zindagi is hall se unke kamre tak hai,aur uske beech woh glass.
Nau baje unhone glass nikaala. Wohi steel, ghada kinara, neeche meri purani scratch, jaise koi bachpana abbhi chipka ho. Dairy doodh daala, garam, malai ki patti. Unhone kaha, Chal. Main unke peeche gaya. Yeh roz karasta hai. Do kadam hall, ek kadam unke darwaze, bed ki kinari. Shared wall ke peeche mera kamra andherapada. Yahan bulb peela, drapes se chhan ke. Ceiling fan. Khidki ki jali se gali ki geeli hawa, naali, raat ki mitti.
Woh baith gayi. Blouse wahi cream. Pallu ab god mein. Bun dheela, ek baal kaan pe. Coconut oil, doodh kibhaap, unki gardan se halki garmi. Seena blouse mein gol, bhaari, buttons tight. Mere haath god pe, khali.Unhone glass diya. Steel garam. Maine glass uthaya. Doodh ki bhaap munh pe.
Main peene laga. Aur unka gala dekhne laga.
Dosto, yeh baat main seedhi kehta hoon. Main doodh peeta hoon aur Maa ke gale ko dekhta hoon. Woh haddijo beech mein uth ti hai jab woh saans leti hain. Skin patli, garam, ek pasine ki dhaari kaan se neeche bun kebaal tak. Main ghoont leta hoon, garam dairy, malai honth pe chipakti hai, aur nazar us haddi pe atak jaati hai.Unki awaaz usi gale se aati hai. Pee le, thanda ho jayega. Main peeta hoon. Unki awaaz ke saath peeta hoon.Glass ke kinare se meri ungli. Unke haath god pe, pallu pakde. Hum itne kareeb ke unki saans meri saans setakraati hai.
Phir woh daag.
Blouse ke left side, button ke bagal, cotton geela. Chhota gol daag, jaise koi boond fail gayi ho. Cream kapdawahan thoda dark, thoda chipka. Light peeli, isliye daag chhupa nahi. Main dekh liya. Unhone dekha ke mainedekh liya. Pallu uthaya, tez, us daag pe daal diya. Haath tight. Ungliyan kapde mein gadi. Unhone kaha,Paseena. Garmi. Itna. Nazar hata li, jaise koi bartan sidha kar diya ho.
Main nazar nahi hata paya.
Pallu ke neeche daag ab bhi geela lag raha tha, kapde ki chamak se. Main jaanta hoon yeh Maa hain. Jaantahoon dekhna paap hai. Jaanta hoon pachchees ka beta blouse nahi dekhta. Main khud se kehta hoon, garmihai, Lucknow, inverter, cotton chipakta hai, paseena. Phir bhi nazar wapas jaati hai. Unka haath pallu dabaaye,knuckles safed. Sharm unke munh pe, halki, jaise maine koi kitchen ka raaz dekh liya ho. Main sharmata hoon.Woh sharmati hain. Dono chup. Fan ki kut. Gali soyi. Gupta ke TV ki volume giri hui.
Glass adha. Doodh ab utna garam nahi, malai jeebh pe. Main aur peeta. Gala phir. Woh nigalti hain, haddi hiltihai. Main sochta hoon, main kya dekh raha hoon. Phir dekhta hoon. Nafrat aati hai. Nafrat unse nahi. Nafratisliye ke din bhar Ritu ke theek mein kuch nahi mila, aur is gale mein sab mil raha hai. Yeh soch ke main gandaho jaata hoon. Phir doodh peeta hoon. Phir dekhta hoon. Dekhna, sharm, dekhna.
Unhone kaha, Itna chup kyun hai aaj. Maine kaha, Kaam. Kaam nahi tha. Din khokhla tha. Chat khokhli thi.Figure khokhle the. Sirf yeh glass bhar raha tha. Sirf yeh haath jo packet ka doodh ubal ke, malai hata ke, meranaam scratch wale steel mein daal ke, mere munh tak laate hain. Unka haath meri knee ke bagal, blouse kicotton pe nahi, pallu pe, daag ke upar. Main unka haath nahi pakadta. Main sirf peeta hoon.
Dosto, main ek aisa aadmi hoon jo khud ko nahi bhar pata. Office nahi bharta. Battis hazaar nahi bharte. Ritunahi bharti. Main tab bhar ta hoon jab yeh khilaati hain. Jab steel unke haath se mere haath aata hai. Jab unkagala mere saamne hota hai aur woh kehti hain, Pee le, beta. Us pee le mein meri poori khokhli zindagi baithjaati hai. Din bhar main ek screen hoon. Raat ko unke bed ki kinari pe, dairy doodh ke saath, main aadmi padtahoon. Yeh baat darawni hai. Yeh baat sach hai. Papa hall mein dekh rahe hain, magar unki photo se koi rok nahiaati.
Pallu ek baar phisak gaya. Daag phir dikha. Wahi geela gol, ab thoda bada, jaise kapda aur chipak gaya ho.Unhone jaldi dubara dhak diya. Maine dekh liya. Unhone dekha ke maine dekh liya. Unhone kaha, Is ghar meinAC nahi, kya karein. Maine kaha, Haan. Haan mein meri sharm thi. Unki sharm pallu mein thi. Hum dono ne usdaag ko paseena naam de diya. Shayad tha. Shayad nahi. Us raat main jaanna nahi chahta tha. Main sirfdekhna chahta tha, dekh ke paap mehsoos karna chahta tha, aur phir bhi dekhna chahta tha.
Koel raat ko nahi boli. Front door ka iron latch neeche band. Kitchen se doodh ki sookhti bhaap. Mere honthgeele. Unka gala. Woh daag. Mere haath glass pe. Unke haath pallu pe. Light peeli. Shared wall ke peechemera bistar khaali, jaise wahan soona ab kaam ka nahi.
Maine aakhri ghoont piya. Malai jeebh pe. Garam se utar ke, ghar jaisa. Unhone mere munh ki taraf dekha, wohpurani nazar, pee liya ke nahi. Main pachchees ka hoon. Unki nazar wahi maa wali. Maine glass rakh diya.Unhone kaha, So ja, beta. Main soya, munh mein doodh, dimag mein woh daag.
Subah kaat rahi thi, magar ghar abhi andhera sa tha. Main pachchis saal ka hoon. Lucknow, Indira Nagar, domanzil ki lane wali kothi. Us subah pet mein woh jalan thi jo doodh ke baad kabhi kabhi aa jaati hai. Raat kasteel glass palang ke paas khaali pada tha. Dairy wala doodh, jo Maa har raat palang ki kinaar pe baith ke pilatihain. Munh mein ab bhi uski malai ki patli papdi. Dimag mein unka daag, blouse pe, pallu se chhupaya hua.Main soya tha. Neend poori nahi thi.
Koel ne phir se pukaara. Lane ke peeche aam ke ped se. Inverter ki halki humming, raat ko light gayi thi, abwapas. Fan slow. Shared wall ke peeche unke kamre se koi saans nahi aa rahi thi. Maine socha, Maa kitchenmein hongi. Ya bathroom. Unka subah ka lock mujhe aadat ho chuka tha. Saat baje ke aaspaas woh click. Mainhamesha sochta, pet kharab.
Pet mein acid. Digene bathroom ki shelf pe rehta hai, neele dhakkan wala, tap ke upar. Spare charger bhi wahi,kone ke socket mein, kyunki mera bedside wala raat ko nikal jaata hai. Phone mar chuka tha. Screen kaali.Noida wali firm ka mail subah aata hai, battis hazaar, WFH. Bina charger ke din nahi khulta. Bina Digene ke petnahi maanta.
Main utha. Short, undershirt. Pair farsa pe. Hall Lucknow ki garmi mein pehle se chipchipa. Papa Vinod ki photodeewar pe, shirt tuck, moochhen, neeche agarbatti ki khaali katori. Nazar seedhi. Koi ashirwad nahi. Front doorpe lohe ka latch, band. Neeche Gupta Uncle, TV ki ahiste awaaz deewar se chhan ke, koi subah ka news, phirad.
Unka kamra. Darwaza aadha khula. Palang khali. Coconut oil ki khushboo takiye pe padi. Cardamom abhikitchen se nahi aa raha tha, chulha band. Cotton nighty palang pe nahi. Main unhe dhoondh raha tha binanaam liye. Pair bathroom ki taraf chale.
Bathroom ka darwaza cream paint ka, neeche se halka geela. Lock woh chhoti lohe ki kundi jo andar se haspmein baithti hai. Aaj poori nahi baithi thi. Kundi hasp ke muh pe atki hui, aadhi. Jaise kisi ne jaldi mein dhakkadiya ho aur click sun ke maan liya ho ke lag gayi. Ek darar. Us darar se flush nahi, paani nahi, koi raag nahi.Maine socha, khaali hai. Ya naha rahi hain aur kundi chhoot gayi. Dosto, main rukna chahta tha. Pet jal raha tha.Phone mara hua tha. Haath kundi pe gaya. Halki si dhakka.
Darwaza khul gaya.
Pehle light. Bathroom ki tube, safed, thodi kaanpti, purani starter wali. Khidki pe frosted glass, bahar koel kikaali si shape, andar peela subah ka daag. Safed tiles, kuch peele pade, kone mein kaali lakeer. Tap ke neechetoliya, geela, fold kiya. Bucket. Usme teen plastic bottles, transparent, dhakkan alag alag.
Phir unhe dekha.
Meera. Maa. Chaurannis. Dikhti chhattis. Commode ke dhakkan pe baithi, dhakkan band, jaise usne kursi banali ho. Nighty kamar tak utari hui, cotton, safed ke kareeb, chhote phool, kapda pet pe ikattha, god mein. Donostann bahar. Bhaari. Woh bhaari jo hamesha hunched chhati aur pallu se chhupate hain. Ab nahi chhupe the.
Doodh nikal raha tha.
Dosto, main film ki line nahi ghadunga. Yeh geyser nahi tha. Yeh fawwara nahi. Yeh leak tha. Dheere. Dononipples se. Ek boond, phir do, phir ek patli dhaar jo ruk jaati. Unke ek haath mein bottle. Plastic ka muh. Doodhus muh pe ring bana raha tha, safed ghera, jaise malai katori ke kinaare. Doosra haath chuchi pe, angutha aurungli daba ke nikaalte hue. Stretch marks, meri paidaish ke, halki chaandi ki lakeerein, neeche ki skin pe. Unkechappal ke paas tiles pe doodh. Boondein. Ek chhota talaab, safed, jo abhi se thanda ho ke chipchipa dikh rahatha.
Unka chehra.
Pehle kaam. Phir meri taraf. Aankhen. Us pal jo unme aaya, uska naam sharm se bada tha. Janwar wali sharm.Woh sharm jo band jagah mein apna kaam karti hai aur darwaza khulte hi samajh jaati hai ke duniya dekh rahihai. Muh khula. Awaaz nahi. Haath chuchi se uth ke seene pe aa gaya, dono taraf, dhakne ko, magar doodhungliyon ke beech se nikalta raha. Bottle girne wali thi. Unhone dhakkan pe daba ke pakdi. Doodh ring setapka, raan pe, phir tile pe.
Main nahi hila.
Haath darwaze pe. Kundi hatheli mein. Pair dehleez pe. Short, undershirt, pachchis saal ka aadmi, maa kebathroom ke muh pe pathar.
Gale mein kuch atak gaya. Koi shabd nahi. Koi Maa nahi. Kaan mein ek patli siski, apni nahi, unki, jo abhi niklinahi thi. Aankh unke haath pe, bottle pe, tiles ke doodh pe, phir wapas unke chehre pe. Main naam nahi depaaya us cheez ko jo nikal rahi thi. Jaanta tha doodh. Magar naam lene se woh sach ho jaati.
Khushboo aayi.
Jo khushboo is ghar ke bathroom ke baad hamesha rehti, jo main Dettol ke peeche meethi samajhta tha.Sweet. Jaise safai ke saath kuch doodh mila ho. Dosto, woh Dettol nahi thi. Dettol upar tha, tap ke paas haribotal mein. Neeche wali khushboo unke badan ki thi. Garam. Skin se chipki. Thodi malai, thodi namak. Coconutoil unke baal se, bun kacha, kuch latt gale pe. Yeh woh meetha tha jo lock ke peeche se subah nikalta tha. Yehwoh tha jiske liye main pet kharab sochta raha. Saal ke saal. Click. Toliya. Band darwaza. Aur main soya rehta,glass pe, dairy pe, sochta Maa ko gas hai. Har subah yeh meetha corridor mein baitha rehta tha, Dettol ke uparse. Main naha ke nikalta, sochta koi safai wala paani naya hai. Aaj koi safai nahi thi. Aaj nikalne wali cheezsaamne thi. Unki chhati. Unka haath. Unka woh kaam jo lock ke peeche chalta raha.
Unhone pehle kuch nahi kaha. Sirf saans. Phir haath tez hue, nighty upar khenchne lage, magar kapda geelatha, doodh se chipka, kamar se jaldi nahi chadha. Chuchi dhakte unki ungliyan kaampi. Bottle bucket ki tarafdhakeli, doosri bottles se takrai, plastic ki patli awaaz. Towel unhone pair se khencha, tiles ka doodh poonchne,magar pair phisla. Toliya aadha aaya. Doodh faila.
Main ab bhi dehleez pe tha.