Ek kahani jo galiyon ke beech se guzar kar dil tak jaati hai...
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Chandni Chowk ke purane mohallo ki ek tedi-medi gali, jahan har din ek nayi kahani janam leti thi. Aaj bhi kuch aisa hi hua.
Subah ke lagbhag 11 baje ka waqt tha. Garmi ka asar kuch zyada hi tha, lekin sheher ki raftar kabhi ruki hai kya? Ek aurat, laal kurti mein, tez kadmon se apni manzil ki taraf badh rahi thi. Uske kandhe par ek bada sa pink bag tha, jisme shaayad ghar ka sara bojh tha – kharidaari, zindagi, aur kuch adhure sapne.
Magar yeh kahani us aurat ki nahi hai.
Yeh kahani hai us do ladkiyon ki, jo ek purani dukaan ke bahar, ek neela plastic stool ke paas khadi thi. Ek ladki – jeans aur black crop top mein, haath mein phone tha aur aankhon mein kuch sochti hui nazar thi. Doosri – ek simple si lekin khubsurat saari mein, uski aankhon mein bechaini thi, lekin chehra shaant tha.
Un dono ke beech mein thi ek purani, jhili hui deewar, aur us deewar ke peeche chhupi thi unki asli kahani.
Crop top wali ladki ka naam tha Rhea. College mein padhti thi, lekin us din uski aankhon mein padai ka nahi, kisi aur cheez ka bojh tha. Shayad ghar ki tangi, ya shaayad kisi rishtay ka pressure. Uska phone baar-baar baj raha tha, lekin usne uthaya nahi. Har baar screen dekhti aur phir bandh kar deti. Uski aankhon mein darr tha – darr kisi faisle ka, darr apne rasto se bhatak jaane ka.
Saari wali ladki thi Pooja. Shaadi ke baad yeh sheher uske liye naya tha. Pehli baar maika chhod kar ayi thi. Uski saari pe naye rishton ki lakeerein thi, lekin uska dil abhi bhi us purani gali mein tha, jahan vo apne maa ke saath moongfali khaya karti thi. Aaj vo bahar khadi thi, bina kisi wajah ke – bas kuch der ke liye khud se milne.
Rhea ne ek pal ke liye us aurat ko dekha jo tez kadmon se guzri. Uska tez chalna jaise Rhea ko keh raha ho – "ruk mat, chalte rehna."
Pooja ne bhi dekha. Usne ek choti si muskurahat di – jaise keh rahi ho, “Zindagi thodi musibat se bhari hoti hai, lekin chalna padta hai.”
Tabhi Rhea ne Pooja ki taraf dekha aur poocha, “Aap yahaan roz aati ho?”
Pooja ne halki si haan mein sir hila diya. "Bas kuch der ke liye khud se milne aati hoon."
Rhea ne muskura kar kaha, “Main bhi… Shayad mujhe bhi khud se baat karni chahiye.”
Aur us moment mein, do alag duniya ke log, ek hi jagah pe khade, ek jaise sawaal le kar ek dusre se jud gaye. Na koi badi baat, na koi rishta – sirf ek lamha, jo kabhi nahi bhoolta.
Peeche dukan ke andar, ek aadmi – jiske haath mein chakku tha – vegetables kaat raha tha. Shayad uske liye yeh sab aam tha. Uske liye har roz nayi chehre aate the, jaate the.
Lekin us lamhe ne us gali ko ek kahani de di.
Aur us kahani ka ek hissa thi vo laal kurti wali aurat bhi, jise kuch pata nahi tha ki uski tez raftar ne do zindagiyon ko ek pal ke liye roshni de di thi.
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Zindagi mein har din ek kahani hoti hai. Kuch log usme sirf guzar jaate hain, kuch ruk jaate hain, aur kuch... likh diye jaate hain.
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