Subah ke 8 baje the. Baarish raat bhar chali thi, aur raste abhi bhi geele the. Mitti ki khushboo abhi bhi hawa mein thi. Sheher ke ek kone mein, ek purani gali ke mod par, ek sabzi laari lagi hui thi. Laari ke chaaron taraf log ikattha ho rahe the – kuch sabzi lene, kuch sirf dekhne.
Laari par khadi thi Seema – ek 19 saal ki chulbuli ladki, jiske kandhon par uske ghar ka bojh tha. Pichle saal uske pita ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi thi, aur tab se Seema ne ye laari sambhali thi. Jeans aur t-shirt mein, baalon ko piche baandhe, usne aaj subah 5 baje hi mandi se sabziyaan uthayi thi.
Laari par the taazey pyaz, gobhi, aur gehun ke lambe danthal. Har cheez ko pyaar se sajaya gaya tha, jaise laari ek dukan nahi, ek manch ho jahan Seema roz apni zindagi ka natak jeeti thi.
Uske paas khadi thi Kavita – ek padosan, hamesha naye gossip ke saath. Aaj usne gulabi salwar suit pehna tha, aur muh par match karta hua mask. Kavita ne haath kamar par rakha hua tha, jaise kisi bade sawaal ka jawab de rahi ho. "Seema, tu itni chhoti si hai, lekin pura ghar sambhal rahi hai. Maan gaye tujhe!"
Seema ne muskara ke jawab diya, "Didi, jab zindagi sawaal leke aaye, toh jawab dena padta hai. Aur jab pet bharke kaam mile, toh shikayat nahi karte."
Gali mein log ja rahe the – koi kaam pe, koi chhutti manane. Ek taraf dukanon ke shutter aadhe khule the, toh doosri taraf scooteron ki line lagi thi. Beech mein, Seema ki laari apna ek alag hi rang leke khadi thi – zindagi se bhari hui, khushbu se mehakti.
Tabhi ek aadmi aaya, peele aur neele rang ki t-shirt mein. Usne Seema se poocha, "Tamatar kitne diye behen?"
"40 rupaye kilo bhaiya, lekin agar 2 kilo lo toh 70 mein de dungi," Seema ne turant jawab diya. Us aadmi ne muskara ke 2 kilo le liye.
Kavita ne uski taraf aankh maar ke kaha, "Bhaiya discount toh badiya mil gaya, isse zyada toh shaadi ke liye bhi nahi milta."
Sab log hans pade. Aisi thi Seema ki laari – sirf ek vyapar ka zariya nahi, ek manch jahan log muskurate, hansate, zindagi ke chhote chhote pal jeete.
Tabhi Kavita ki nazar padti hai ek aurat par – jo nayi saadi mein thi, lekin aankhon mein thakan. Usne laari se kuch nahi liya, bas dekha aur chali gayi.
Seema ne puchha, "Didi, kuch chahiye tha kya?"
Woh aurat ruki, thoda muskurayi, aur boli, "Bas yaad aa gayi maa ki, woh bhi aise hi laari chalati thi."
Sab thoda sann ho gaye. Kavita ne us aurat ke haath mein ek gobhi rakh di, "Yeh lo, maa ki yaadon ka ek tukda, muft mein."
Woh aurat ro padhi, aur sabzi lekar chali gayi.
Seema ne laari ki chhatri ko theek kiya aur kaha, "Kabhi kabhi hum sabzi nahi, dard bechte hain. Aur log paisa nahi, tasalli le jaate hain."
Samay beet raha tha, dhoop nikal chuki thi. Gali ka har kona zindagi se bhar gaya tha. Seema ki laari ab aadhi khaali thi, lekin uska dil poora bhara hua.
Kavita ne jaane se pehle kaha, "Tu ek din bahut badi banegi, Seema."
Seema ne hansi mein jawab diya, "Main toh bas chhoti chhoti khushiyaan bechti hoon didi. Bas dua dena."
Yeh kahani thi ek subah ki – jab ek laari ne sirf sabzi nahi, insaniyat bechi. Jab ek ladki ne apne hausle se poore sheher ka dil jeet liya. Jab ek gali zindagi ka rangmanch ban gayi.
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