Raahon Ki Dehleez Par

 

Subah ka waqt tha, lekin aasmaan abhi bhi baadalon se ghera hua tha. Ek purani si gali ke mod par, ek choti si kirane ki dukaan ke saamne kuch ladkiyan khadi thi. Jaise har din ki tarah, aaj bhi unke chehre par kuch unsuni baatein aur aankhon mein kuch ankahe sapne the. Ye bas ek tasveer nahi thi, ye tha unka roz ka sangharsh — zindagi ke beech ek chhoti si rukavat jahan har pal kuch naya socha jaata tha.

Nisha, jo peeli tank top aur kaali jeans mein sabse aage khadi thi, ek mobile tightly pakde hue, har dusre minute mein phone unlock karke kuch dekh rahi thi. Uske phone mein tha ek sapna — city ke ek top makeup institute mein admission ka form. Par fees? Uske liye wo do jagah part-time job karti thi. Kabhi cafe mein waiter ban kar, to kabhi evening mein mehendi lagakar. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek alag chamak thi — “Main ek din naam kamaungi,” usne khud se wada kiya tha.

Uske bagal mein thi Rekha, jo grey kurti mein dikh rahi thi — shaant, magar tej dimaag wali. Rekha ek aspiring lawyer thi, jise kanoon aur nyay ki samajh bachpan se thi. Lekin parivaar ki financial halat ne uska college beech mein chhuda diya tha. Aaj bhi wo har din yahin aake newspaper padhti thi, logon ke case discuss karti thi aur soche jaati thi — “Ek din main apni awaaz banoongi.”

Thoda peechhe, pink aur peach suit mein thi Shalini aur Muskaan, dono behnein. Dono ne 12th pass kiya tha aur tuition padhakar thoda paisa kama leti thi. Shalini ka sapna teacher banna tha, jabki Muskaan designer banna chahti thi. Kapdon ke rangon mein dono ki choice badhiya thi. Wo ek dusre ke sapno ki taqat thi — ek girti to dusri sambhalti.

Sabse chhupkar khadi thi Pooja, jo beige kurti mein phone pakad kar chup thi. Uski aankhen bahut kuch keh rahi thi. Wo ek writer thi — sabki kahani likhti thi, magar apni kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi. Uski diary mein pure basti ke chehre likhe hue the — har muskan, har aansu, har khwab.

Peechhe dukan ke andhere mein khada tha Ravi, ek local photographer. Har din wo in ladkiyon ko dekhta, unke chehre ke expressions, aankhon ka raaz, aur unke beech ki unsuni baat ko capture karna chahta tha. Aaj usne himmat karke ek tasveer kheech li — bina bole, bina bataye. Us tasveer mein tha — sapna, sangharsh aur ek silsila jo har gali mein kahaniyon ki tarah bikhar jaata hai.

Shaam ko Ravi ne un sabko wo photo dikhayi.

"Yeh photo aap sabki kahani kehlaayegi... agar aap chahein to main aap sabki kahani likh kar ek online magazine mein publish kar sakta hoon,” usne kaha.

Pooja sabse pehle boli, "Likhna to mujhe hi tha, par agar meri kalam se koi aur awaaz mile to usmein bhi ek maza hai."

Rekha ne haan mein sir hilaaya. Nisha muskuraayi, "Agar kisi ko yeh pata chale ki chhoti basti ki ladkiyan bhi bade sapne dekh sakti hain, to main tayyar hoon."

Aur is tarah ek chhoti si photo se ek badi kahani janmi. Har ladki ne apna ek chhota note diya — koi apni diary ka hissa, koi ek sketch, to koi ek real incident.

Kuch hafton baad Ravi ki woh post viral ho gayi — "Raahon Ki Dehleez Par." Har ek ladki ki kahani logo ke dil tak pahunchi. Kahi se job offers aaye, kahi se scholarship ka email aaya, aur kahi kisi ne keh diya — “Tum sab inspiration ho.”

Wo tasveer ab bhi Ravi ke studio mein lagi hai. Aur har roz wo ek nayi tasveer kheenchta hai — kyunki usne samajh liya hai, har gali ek kahani hai... bas use mehsoos karne wali nazar chahiye.

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