Ek baar ka zikar hai, Mumbai ke ek purane aur bheed bhare gali mein ek choti si dukaan ke bahar kuch ladkiyaan khadi thi. Baarish thodi der pehle hi ruki thi, aur sadak abhi bhi geeli thi. Gali ke ek kone mein “HSHR TATTOO – Permanent Makeup” ki dukan chamak rahi thi, jahan se ek halki neeli roshni nikal rahi thi. Usi ke saamne ek purana, lakdi ka darwaza tha — jiske samne paanch ladkiyaan apne-apne soch mein doobi hui thi.
Sabse pehle nazar padti hai ek laal kurti wali ladki par. Uski aankhen samne kisi cheez ko dekhti hui, jaise kisi intezaar mein ho. Uske bagal mein khadi ek aur ladki, gehri maroon saari mein, mobile mein kuch dekh rahi thi — shayad kisi ka message ya ek purani yaad. Dono ke chehre pe ek gehera soch tha, jaise zindagi ke kuch faisle yahin, isi mod pe ruk gaye ho.
Unke paas khadi ek teesri ladki, peach color ke traditional dress mein, ek kala shrug pehne hue, haath kamar pe rakh kar kisi se baat karne ke mood mein lag rahi thi. Uske chehre pe thodi narazgi thi, jaise kisi baat se khafa ho — ya phir kisi jawab ka intezaar kar rahi ho jo mil nahi raha.
Agli ladki mustard yellow kurti mein, face mask pehne hue, hath bandhe hue ek kone mein khadi thi. Uske aankhon se lag raha tha ki usne sab kuch dekh liya hai — aur ab woh sirf observe karna chahti hai. Uske paas ek aur ladki, wahi mustard kurti mein, par bina mask ke, dono haath samne bandhe khadi thi. Dono mein kaafi similarity thi, jaise behnein ho ya doston ka ek joda.
Scene ke background mein ek umbrella niche gira hua tha — shayad kisi ne jaldi mein chhod diya ho. Peeche log chalte dikh rahe the, scooteron ki awaaz aur chhalakte paani ki chhap-chhap is scene ko ek zinda feel de rahe the.
Ye paanch ladkiyaan kisi modeling shoot ke liye wahan nahi thi. Ye real zindagi ki tasveer thi — har ek ladki apni kahani mein jee rahi thi. Shayad koi apne ghar jaane se pehle doston se milne aayi thi, koi kisi client ka intezaar kar rahi thi, toh koi sirf baarish ke baad ek pal ke liye khuli hawa mein khadi rehna chahti thi.
Wahan ek purana bench bhi tha, jispe kapde latke hue the — ek yaadgar ki tarah, ya shayad kisi chhoti si zindagi ki pehchaan. Left corner mein ek purani framed photo thi — ek aurat ki muskurahat wali tasveer, jo andheron mein bhi roshni ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Is tasveer ne Mumbai ke real life ko samne rakha — bina kisi filter ke, bina kisi makeup ke. Har ek ladki ke kapde, expressions, aur khamoshi kuch keh rahi thi. Shayad vo keh rahi thi ki hum sab apni-apni kahaniyon ke saath jeete hain, aur kabhi kabhi woh kahaniyaan ek dusre ke bahut paas aa jaati hain — bina kuch kahe.
Ek ladki apne bhavishya ke sapne dekh rahi thi, ek dusri apne ateet mein jee rahi thi. Ek ne present ko pakad rakha tha, toh doosri apne aas-paas ke palon ka hissedaar ban gayi thi. Yeh sirf ek tasveer nahi thi, yeh ek kahani thi — ek pal ka sach, jo har roz ke jhooth mein kho jata hai.
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