Mumbai ki ek purani gali, jahan har roz ki tarah aaj bhi zindagi apne rang dikhati hai. Gali mein ek choti si dukan ke bahar kuch auratein khadi hain. Unka roz ka yeh routine hai – subah se shaam tak wahi jagah, wahi log, aur wahi sapne... jo aankhon mein toh hain, lekin zindagi ke bheed mein kahin kho gaye hain.
Shalu, jo sabse chhoti hai unmein, ek blue stool par baithi apne phone mein kuch dekh rahi hai. Shayad WhatsApp pe koi purana rishtedaar message bhej gaya ho ya YouTube pe koi gaana chal raha ho. Par uski aankhon mein jo udasi hai, wo uski umar se kahin zyada gehri hai.
Uske paas khadi hai Preeti, jo hamesha ek lal saree pehenti hai aur face mask mein apne jazbaat chhupa leti hai. Preeti ki shaadi 18 mein ho gayi thi, par zindagi ne use aise mod pe laa khada kiya jahan na pati saath tha, na ghar. Ab yeh gali hi uska ghar hai.
Aarti, jo dusri saree wali ladki hai, aksar chup rehti hai. Uski aankhon mein ek alag si thakaan hai – sirf sharir ki nahi, mann ki bhi. Woh kabhi kisi se zyada baat nahi karti, bas Preeti ke saath door se logon ko dekhti rehti hai. Dono ke beech ek be-shabd dosti hai, jismein bolne ki zarurat nahi padti.
Usi dukan ke kona mein baithi hai Ruksana. Kapde aur chehra sab simple hain, par uske andaaz mein ek alag hi confidence hai. Ruksana har roz wahan baithti hai, lekin uski soch un galiyon se pare chali jati hai. Wo sapna dekhti hai apni beti ko teacher banane ka. "Main chah ke bhi kuch nahi kar pai... par meri beti karegi," wo aksar kehti hai.
Aur phir hai Neelam – ek muskurati ladki, jiski hansi mein chhupi hoti hai poore din ki thakaan. Wo sabse zyada bold hai, kisi se bhi baat kar leti hai, sabko hassi mein udaa deti hai. Par raat ko jab akeli hoti hai, to uski diary uske aansuon ki gawah ban jati hai. "Main bhi kisi din stage pe kahani bolungi," wo kehti hai, par ab tak stage sirf sapne mein hi aaya hai.
Un sab ke peeche hai ek chhoti si dukan, jismein pink neon light chamak rahi hai – zindagi ke glamour ka ek jhootha jhalak. Dukan ke andar kya hota hai, ye sab jaante hain, par koi bolta nahi. Un sabki kahaniyaan wahan likhi jaati hain, bina kagaz ke, bina kalam ke.
Har roz jaise din dhalta hai, waise hi un sabki aankhon mein umeed bhi dhalti hai. Par agle din subah phir wahi jagah, wahi muskaan, aur wahi be-sabr sapne. Unka jeevan ek circular gali jaise hai – jahan se shuru hote hain, wahi laut aate hain.
Ek din ek documentary banane wali ladki wahan aayi. Usne sabse baat ki. Neelam ne sabse pehle hansi mein taal diya, "Arey madam, hum kya bolenge camera ke saamne?" Par phir jab unka bharosa bana, toh sabne apni kahaniyaan baantni shuru ki. Ruksana ki aankhen bhar aayi, Preeti ne mask hata kar bola, Aarti ne chup rehte hue sirf haan mein sir hilaya.
Woh documentary kabhi Netflix pe aayi ya nahi, kisi ko nahi pata. Par ek baat zarur hui – us din un sabne apne dil ki baat kisi se ki thi. Shayad wohi ek pal tha jahan unke sapno ne ek choti si udaan bhari thi.
Aaj bhi woh sab wahan milti hain. Shalu phone mein documentaries dekhti hai, Preeti phir se saree ko sambhalti hai, Ruksana apni beti ke school fees ka hisaab karti hai, aur Neelam naye jokes ready karti hai. Aur Aarti? Wo bas chup rehkar sab sun leti hai. Har ek aurat ki kahani mein ek kahani chhupi hai. Yeh sirf ek photo nahi, ek zindagi ka sach hai.
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