Banaras ke purane mohallo ki galiyon mein kuch aisi baatein hoti hain jo na kabhi likhi jaati hain, na kabhi kisi camera mein band hoti hain. Yeh kahani bhi unhi kahaniyon mein se ek hai — ek chhoti si gali, ek purani si dukaan, aur kuch auratein, jinke chehre par muskaan toh thi, lekin dil mein apni-apni jung.
Waqt tha dopahar ka. Dhoop aanganon mein utar chuki thi, aur gali mein thandi chhaon fail gayi thi. Ek taraf ek purani pan-bidi ki dukaan thi — chaar bottle pani ke crates ek kone mein the, dusri taraf rang-birangi choti choti cheezein latak rahi thi. Dukan ke saamne ek laal plastic ki kursi, jisme aksar koi na koi baithe mil jaata tha — kabhi pan khaata hua, kabhi chai peeta hua.
Wahin par khadi thi Rekha.
Rekha – Jazbaat aur Shanakht
Rekha, ek teekhi aur self-made aurat, jiski har chaal mein ek confidence tha. Olive green ki silk wali saree, matching bangles aur kajal se bhari aankhon mein dhoondhne jaise jazbaat. Dikhne mein Rekha kisi film ki heroine se kam nahi lagti thi. Har baat mein ek tehzeeb thi, lekin zarurat padne par woh tevar bhi dikhati thi.
Rekha ka asli parichay shayad bahut kam log jaante the. Duniya ke liye woh bas dukandaar ki behen thi, lekin un logon ke liye jinhone uske saath waqt bitaya tha, woh ek misaal thi. Apne ghar ka bojh uthane wali, duniya ki tikhhi baaton ka samna karti ek mazboot aurat.
Har subah 9 baje woh dukan kholti thi. Rakheti thi sab kuch — paan ke patte se le kar cigarette ka hisaab, cold drinks ke crates se le kar plastic ki gutti tak. Lekin Rekha ka kehna tha, “Sirf saamaan bechne se dukaan nahi chalti. Muskaan aur baat-cheet bhi bechni padti hai.”
Uski muskaan mein log khinch aate the. Shahar ke rickshaw wale ho, college ke ladke ya padose ki auntiyan — sab jaante the Rekha ko. Aur uski zubaan mein aisi baat hoti thi, jo kisi ko bhi moh le.
Lekin Rekha ki duniya sirf yeh dukan tak simit nahi thi.
Woh aksar chupke likha karti thi — diary ke pannon mein jazbaat, tukdon mein likhi kavitaayein aur apne sapno ke sketch. Usne kabhi kisi ko nahi bataya, lekin uski likhi kavitaayein itni gehri hoti thi ki padte waqt dil bhar aata.
Ek din, jab usne apne chhote bhai ke liye school ki fees jama ki, tab uski aankhon mein aansuon ke saath ek sukoon tha. Usne kaha, “Paisa toh sab kama lete hain, lekin usse kisi ka mustaqbil banana, woh asli jeet hai.”
Nisha – Sapne aur Saazishon ka Rangmanch
Rekha ke saath khadi hoti thi Nisha. Navy blue saree, khula bal, aur haath mein ek purana smartphone. Nisha ki aankhon mein sapne the — bade sapne. Woh local dance troupe mein kaam karti thi. Shaadiyon, jagrato, aur kabhi kabhi chhoti stage shows mein naachti thi. Log kehte the, "Yeh toh tamasha karti hai," lekin uske liye yeh tamasha nahi, jeene ka tareeka tha.
Nisha ka kehna tha, “Stage par hum jab chamak ke aate hain, tab log bas hamari chamak dekhte hain, lekin uske peeche ke mehnat aur thakaan nahi.” Har performance ke baad woh thak jaati thi, lekin uska junoon kabhi kam nahi hota.
Gali ke log usse alag nazar se dekhte the. Ladkiyaan usey avoid karti, aur mard uski taraf zyada dekhte. Lekin Nisha ne kabhi kisi ki parwah nahi ki. Uska ek hi motto tha — "Jo soch meri nahi, woh mujhe rok nahi sakti."
Ek din jab uski maa bimaar padi, toh usne bina kisi madad ke unka ilaaj karvaya. Kisi se maanga nahi, kisi se shikayat nahi ki. Kehne lagi, “Zindagi ne jitna dard diya hai, usse main naach ke utaar deti hoon.”
Meena – Seedhi, Saadhi, Magar Sherni
Aur phir aati thi Meena — sabse kam makeup, sabse zyada muskaan. Kali saree mein, kaan mein chhoti bali aur aankhon mein ek chamak. Meena safai ka kaam karti thi — subah 5 baje uth jaati, aur 6 ghar saaf karke dopahar tak free ho jaati thi. Fir yeh dukaan uska adda ban jaata tha.
Meena sabka dukh sunti thi, apna dard kisi ko nahi batati thi. Uska ek beta tha, jo 5th class mein padhta tha. Uski fees, uniform, tuitions — sab kuch Meena hi karti thi. Usne kabhi kisi se help nahi maangi. Bas kaam karti thi, aur khud par garv karti thi.
Uska kehna tha, “Garibi toh hai, lekin zameer zinda hai. Mujhe kisi ke samne haath nahi failana.”
Meena ka humor itna teekha hota tha ki uski baatein sunke dukaan ke aaspaas sab log hans padte. Ek din jab ek aadmi usse bola, “Tere jaisa toh koi dulha bhi nahi dekhna chahega,” Meena ne hansi mein jawab diya, “Mujhe dulha nahi, ek insaan chahiye. Aur insaan milta nahi, milte toh sirf mard hain.”
Tino Ki Duniya – Dosti, Jazbaat aur Ek Chhoti Si Gali
Rekha, Nisha aur Meena — teen auratein, teen kahaniyaan, lekin ek hi manzil: izzat ke saath zindagi jeena. Har dopahar woh ek jagah milti thi — chai ka cup le kar, ek doosre ki baatein sunte, hanste, aur kabhi kabhi chup ho jaate. Kabhi kisi ka heartbreak hota, toh baaki do uska dil sambhalte. Kabhi kisi ka ghar ka problem hota, toh milkar solution sochte.
Woh jagah sirf ek dukaan nahi thi, woh unki chhoti si duniya thi — jahan unka koi judge nahi karta tha, jahan woh apne asli roop mein jee sakti thi.
Ek din ek photographer uss gali mein aaya. DSLR camera le kar, woh har kone ki photo kheench raha tha. Jab usne in teeno ki photo kheench li bina pooche, Rekha gusse mein boli, “Hum koi tamasha nahi hain.” Lekin Nisha has ke boli, “Arre, DSLR wale ko toh dikha ki asli India kaisa dikhta hai.”
Meena bhi bol padhi, “Photo le gaya, ab kahani bhi likhega kya?” Teeno has padti hain.
Samay Beet Gaya, Kahani Reh Gayi
Waqt beetta gaya. Kuch mahine baad woh photo ek social media page pe viral ho gaya. Caption tha — "The Real Women of India." Logon ne like kiya, share kiya, comments aaye — “So beautiful,” “True strength,” “This is India.”
Lekin un teeno ne woh photo kabhi nahi dekha.
Unke liye zindagi wahi thi — subah ka kaam, dopahar ki chai, aur shaam ki choti choti khushiyan. Shayad unhe viral hona zaroori nahi laga, kyunki woh pehle se hi apne liye hero thi.
Rekha ab ek chhoti library kholna chahti hai. Nisha dance sikhane ka academy shuru karna chahti hai. Aur Meena chaahti hai ki uska beta officer bane.
Kahani Ka Ant Ya Naya Aaghaz?
Yeh kahani khatam nahi hoti. Yeh toh bas ek shuruaat hai — un sabki, jinke chehre hamesha camera ke peeche chhup jaate hain. Jo bazaar ki chhaon mein khadi hoti hain, lekin roshni se kam nahi hoti.
Aap agar kabhi Banaras ki kisi gali se guzrein, toh zaroor ek baar ruk ke dekhiye — ho sakta hai aapko wahan zindagi mil jaaye, bina kisi filter ke, bina kisi hashtag ke.
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