Ek chhoti si gali thi purani sheher ke kone mein, jahan ek taraf band dukaanein thi aur dusri taraf mitti aur yaadon se bhari deewar. Do ladkiyaan—Meera aur Kavya—wahin khadi thi, magar unke jazbaat aur manzilein alag thi.
Meera ne hamesha zindagi ko ek mission samjha tha. Har kaam ka ek reason, har din ka ek goal. Uske haathon mein phone tha, aankhon mein gussa aur chehre par uljhan. Wo kisi ka message padh rahi thi—shayad kisi ne uska bharosa toda tha, ya phir uski expectations ka koi jawab nahi mila tha. Uska black crop top aur jeans jitna tough lag raha tha, uske emotions utne hi fragile the.
Dusri taraf thi Kavya. Wo hamesha se thodi alag thi—khuli hawa jaisi, bina kisi fikr ke. Uske chehre par ek muskaan thi jo sirf khushi nahi, andar se aane wali shanti ka saboot thi. Usne ek green matching set pehna tha—jo uske confidence aur calmness dono ko reflect karta tha. Kavya ka har kadam zindagi ke saath ek melody mein chalta tha, jaise har mod uske liye ek naya geet ho.
Kavya ne Meera ko dekha, thoda sa ruk kar. “Kya hua? Sab theek hai?” Uska awaaz naram thi, lekin usmein woh strength thi jo sirf samajhne waale logon mein hoti hai.
Meera ne bina aankhon mein dekhe kaha, “Sab kuch theek hi hota hai na… jab tak kisi se umeed na ho.”
Kavya ne uski baat sun li, samajh bhi li. “Par umeed se hi toh nayi subah hoti hai, Meera.”
Meera ne finally uski taraf dekha. “Tujhme itna sukoon kaise hai? Tujhe kabhi kisi ne dhokha nahi diya?”
Kavya muskara di. “Dhokha bhi ek sikhe ka dusra pehlu hota hai. Kabhi woh sikhaata hai, kabhi ujadta hai. Lekin zindagi sirf dhokhon se nahi, apni soch se chalti hai.”
Us gali ke us mod par, dono ladkiyan kuch pal ke liye chup ho gayi. Ek khamoshi thi jisme do dilon ki duniya ghoom gayi. Meera ne phone apne jeans ke pocket mein daal diya aur Kavya ke paas aa kar khadi ho gayi.
“Kya kar rahi thi tu yahan?” Meera ne poocha.
Kavya ne aasman ki taraf dekha. “Bas… soch rahi thi, kitni baar hum galat logo ko importance dete hain, jabki asli log hamare aas-paas hote hain, bina shor machaye.”
Meera ne us baat par sir hilaaya. Pehli baar uske chehre par thoda sa softness dikha. “Tu hamesha positive kaise reh leti hai?”
“Main positive nahi rehti, Meera. Main sirf negative ko zyada lamba tikne nahi deti.”
Usi waqt ek thandi hawa ka jhonka aaya, jaise purane lamhon ki dhool ko uda le gaya ho. Kavya ne Meera ka haath pakda. “Chalein? Chai peene?”
Meera ne muskaraate hue haan mein sir hilaaya. Pehli baar us din, usne apne phone ke bina bhi khud ko complete feel kiya.
Wo dono chale gaye, ek purani gali ke us mod ki taraf, jahan se kahaani shuru hui thi, par zindagi ab naye raaste par ja rahi thi. Shayad zindagi ka asli sukoon kisi ke saath khamoshi baantne mein hota hai, na ki loud notifications mein.
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