Galliyon mein chhupi hoti hain kayi kahaniyaan — kuch boli jaati hain, kuch bas aankhon mein reh jaati hain. Yeh tasveer bhi ek aise hi kahani ko chhupaye hue hai. Ek purani, mitti se suni gali ke kone mein, teen auratein apne alag-alag andaazon mein khadi hain. Unka pehnawa, unki bhaav-bhangeema aur unki aankhon mein chhupi kahaniyaan, sab kuch keh jaata hai bina kuch bole.
Sabse pehle nazar padti hai beech mein khadi aurat par — ek gehri neeli saree mein, jiska blouse thoda alag hai, thoda bold hai. Uske baal khule hain, aur aankhon mein ek thakaan si hai, shayad zindagi ke sangharsh ki. Lekin uski thakaan ke peeche bhi ek garv chhupa hua hai, jaise woh keh rahi ho, “Main hoon yeh, aur main kisi se kam nahin.”
Bayi taraf baithi hui aurat, jiske haathon mein bangles hain aur saree mein traditional design, uska chehra kuch sochta hua sa lagta hai. Shayad woh kisi intezaar mein hai — kisi raah dekh rahi hai ya phir purani yaadon mein khoyi hui hai. Uski aankhen batati hain ki usne zindagi ke kai mod dekhe hain.
Teesri aurat, jo sabse daayen taraf khadi hai, hara blouse aur matching saree mein hai. Uska pose confident hai, haath kamar par, jaise woh kisi conversation ka hissa ho. Uska makeup aur earrings uske swag ko aur highlight karte hain. Yeh tasveer ek snapshot hai ek aise pal ka, jahan yeh teen auratein alag kahaniyon ko jee rahi hain, lekin ek hi jagah, ek hi scene mein hain.
Peeche ki deewar purani hai, paint chhila hua, aur plastic ki bottles aur packets us galli ke rozmarra ki kahani batate hain. Plastic ki kursi aur jal ka thela yeh dikhata hai ki yeh koi sadak kinare ki dukaan hai — ek chhoti si duniya jahan log milte hain, baatein karte hain, aur phir apni zindagiyon mein laut jaate hain.
Yeh photo sirf ek image nahin, balki ek zinda kahani hai — “Galliyon Ki Kahaniyaan,” jahan har chehra ek kitaab ki tarah hai, bas padhna aana chahiye.
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