PAAP
3. MEHRAM
UPDATE 5
Neha kitaab ke aakhri page par thi aur aaj 10 saal baad vo guzra waqt jaise ek baar phir uske saamne aa khada hua tha.
Pichhle 5 saal mein vo ye kahani kam se kam 500 baar padh chuki thi aur kam se kam 1000 baar author ke liye phone kar chuki thi par har baar publishing company ye yahi jawab milta tha ke unke paas author ki koi personnal details nahi hain.
Kabhi kabhi insaan ke paas waqt hi waqt hota hai aur waqt ke siwa aur kuchh nahi hota. Aise hi haal mein Neha ne apni zindagi ke shuruati 25 saal guzare the. Andhepan ki maari vo aksar bas bethi yahi sochti rehti thi ke kaash vo dekh sakti toh kaisa hota. Sochne ke liye uske paas waqt hi waqt tha aur waqt guzare nahi guzarta tha.
Aur kabhi kabhi yun bhi hota hai ke waqt roke nahi rukta. Itni tezi se nikalta hai ke samajh nahi aata ke kya hua aur kya samajh aaya.
Nishit aakhri baar jab usse milne aaya toh kitna sahi andaza lagaya tha usne. Haan aisa hi toh tha.
Jab transplant ke baad uski aankhon ko roshni mili toh dil mein jaise kayi ummeeden thi par sabse badi khwahish thi Sameer ko dekhne ki. Apni khyaalon ki aankhon se usne hazaar baar apne us chahne wale ka chehra dekha tha, ek naksh banaya tha par jab haqeeat mein vo chehra uske saamne aaya toh vo bardasht nahi kar saki.
Us chehre ki kaali rangat aur vo band andar ko dabi hui aankhen, vo is baat ko bilkul bardasht nahi kar saki ke vo is shaksh se shaadi karna chahti thi aur zindagi bhar is chehre ko dekhne wali thi.
Par na hi vo sach batane ki himmat bhi kar saki. Bas berukhi se apna chehra doosri taraf ghuma liya aur Sameer se milna band kar diya.
Un dino uski zindagi mein kaafi kuchh naya ho raha tha. Vo pehli baar cheezen dekh rahi thi aur samajh rahi thi. Zindagi ek naye seere se shuru kar rahi thi. Zindagi se kaale rang ki chadar hat gayi aur uski duniya ab rangen ho chali thi. Kuchh arse baad hi vo Sameer ko is tarah bhool gayi jaise vo kabhi tha hi nahi.
Aur phir ek din use raaste mein Nishit mil gaya. Usne use bataya tha ke Sameer ka kisi ko koi ata pata nahi tha. Vo kahan gaya, kahan hai koi nahi janta, khud Nishit bhi nahi.
"Awesome. You should really try wrting professionally yaar. You have a gift, dont waste it. Kaafi kam log hote hain duniya mein jo shabdon ke saath mel betha paate hain. Tum aisa kar sakte ho toh apne shauk ko apna profession kyun nahi bana lete?"
Sameer ko kahi apni baat use aaj bhi yaad thi aur aaj uski apni kahani ek kitaab ke roop mein uske haath mein thi.
Kitaab ke aakhri page par likhi ghazal ko vo kai baar padh chuki thi aur har baar vo use apna mazak sa udati hui mehsoos hoti thi.
Kabhi sher-o-naghma banke,
Kabhi aansuon mein dhalke,
Vo mujhe mile toh lekin,
Mile sooraten badalke.
Ke ishq ki raah sakht,
Ke tumhare paon naazuk,
Na lo inteqaam mujhse,
Mere saath saath chalke.
Na toh hosh se rishta,
Na toh junoon se aashnai,
Ye kahan aa gaye ham,
Teri bazam se nikalke.
"Vo kabhi andha tha hi nahi. "Sight for Blinds" ham dono milkar chalate the. Ye jo aankhen liye ghoom rahi ho na, ye uski apni aankhen thi. Tumhein isliye di thi usne taaki tum usse shaadi kar lo. Kamal ki baat hai na, tumhein usse pyaar isliye hua kyunki tum use dekh nahi paati thi magar jab usi pyaar ko anjaam dene ke liye usne tumhein aankhen di toh tumne inkaar isliye kiya kyunki tab tum use dekh paati thi. Aur uska badappan dekho ke vo tumhein apne hisse ki roshni dekar khud andhere mein kho gaya aur ek baat jataya tak nahi " Nishit ki baat aaj bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi..
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