EPISODE 11: Photograph
Mid-sem break. Mama ne 'aa jaao' kaha tha. Main aa gaya.
Ghar same tha. Warmth same tha.
Mama- Aa gaya. Achha kiya.
Papa andar se aaye — unke chehre par relief tha aur kuch extra. Alertness thi, lekin pehle woh nahi aayi. Pehle dinner tha.
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Dinner mein roti, daal, kuch sabzi. Normal khana. Table par teenon saath. Woh hamesha table par hi khaate they — ye Papa ki insistence thi, 'family dinner table par hoti hai' wala rule.
Mama ne Papa ko serve kiya. Papa ne mujhe serve kiya. Main ne Mama ko serve kiya. Ye bhi routine thi.
Papa- Beta, college mein cricket hoti hai na? Inter-department type?
Main- Haan hoti hai. Main nahi khelta.
Papa- Kyun nahi?
Main- Interest nahi.
Papa- Interest! Tujhe pata hai meri team ne ek baar —
Mama ne spoon rakha.
Mama- Devraj ji, please woh match ki story mat —
Papa- Kya? Interesting hai story.
Mama- Teesri baar is hafte suna rahi hun main.
Papa- Toh teen baar sunne layak hai.
Papa ne mujhe dekha — man to man, jaise Mama ki baat is matter mein matter nahi karti.
Papa- Sun. College final year tha. Inter-college cricket final. Hum jeet rahe they — 15 runs chahiye they aakhri over mein.
Main- Aapne kitne banaye the?
Papa- Ye important nahi hai.
Main- Toh story kahan interesting hai?
Mama ne apni hansi rokne ki koshish ki. Fail ho rahi thi.
Papa- Interesting ye hai ki main ne run-out kiya apne hi partner ko bhaagke. Matlab — main daudaa, woh ruka, main wapas aaya, woh daudaa — aur woh out hua. Ye interesting hai.
Main- Ye embarrassing hai.
Papa- Interesting aur embarrassing mein fine line hoti hai beta.
Mama- Haha — Devraj ji, yahi fine line aap 20 saal se cross kar rahe hain.
Papa ne Mama ko dekha — woh look jo couples ke beech hota hai jab ek dusre ki exactly woh baat kehte hain jo accurate hai.
Papa- Tumhara sense of humour —
Mama- Mere se seekha.
Papa- [smile] Bilkul galat.
Ye tha woh. Ye roz nahi hota tha — ye specific type ki warmth, ye specific back-and-forth. But jab hota tha, toh itna ordinary tha ki notice bhi nahi hota properly. Sirf exist karta tha.
Ek family ka dinner. Koi special occasion nahi. Sirf teen log, teesri baar suni gayi story, aur ek joke jo accurate tha.
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Khaane ke baad main ne ghar thoda dekha. Purani cheezein.
Ek room tha — storage type. Main wahan gaya. Family albums ek shelf par rakhi thi. Maine ek album uthaayi. Familiar pages — picnics, relatives. Phir ek photograph aayi. Papa, kuch aur log, ek room.
Ye room familiar nahi tha. Ye hamaara ghar nahi tha. Koi aur jagah. Woh log professional contacts lagte they — lekin unki body language professional formal se alag thi.
Background mein — room ki wall par — ek specific geometric painting thi. Ek table corner. Specific grain pattern.
Maine photograph ke peeche dekha. Pencil se likha tha: ek date — 7 saal pehle — aur ek sheher ka naam.
Papa us sheher mein 7 saal pehle kisi ke saath ek room mein the. Meetings type. Lekin kuch alag tha.
Maine photograph wapas rakh di. Exactly jaise thi. Album band ki.
Drawing room mein wapas aaya. Papa TV dekh rahe they. Mama kitchen mein thi. Normal evening. Main ne photograph ke baare mein kuch nahi kaha. Ye uss dinner ka waqt nahi tha.
Woh moment unka tha — cricket story, Mama ki 'Devraj ji please,' Papa ki self-aware embarrassment. Woh moment complete tha apne aap mein. Main ne usse break nahi kiya.
Par us sab ke baad bhi... woh photograph mere dimaag mein rahi. Kuch tha usme.
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A.N: Ek taraf Papa ka yeh warm aur funny nature, aur dusri taraf 7 saal purani ek anjaan photograph. Aarav ne chup rehne ka decision liya, par kya yeh silence aage chalkar bhaari padegi? Aapko Devraj ji ka character kaisa lag raha hai? Please comment and let me know! 