Purani galiyon ke beech, ek nayi roshni ki kiran chamki thi — ek muskaan ke roop mein. Sheher ke ek kone mein, jahan din bhar ki thakaan, dhoop aur dukaanon ki bheed hoti hai, wahan ek ladki khadi thi — khud mein mast, duniya se niraali. Uska naam tha Meher.
Meher roz subah is purani gali mein aati thi. Log use kabhi kisi purani dukaan ke samne khade dekhte, kabhi chai wale bhaiya ke paas muskurate hue, aur kabhi khud se baatein karte hue. Aaj bhi kuch aisa hi din tha. Usne blue crop top pehna tha, neeche grey joggers aur aankhon pe ek stylish chashma. Uska confidence uske chehre pe likha tha, jaise zindagi ne chahe jitni bhi mushkilein di ho, Meher ne har baar unhe hasi se tod diya ho.
Us gali ke log ab uske aadat mein shamil ho chuke the. Naye log sochte ki shayad wo kisi fashion shoot ke liye aayi hai, par purane jaante the – Meher yahin ki hai, is gali ki rooh jaise.
Ek choti si general store ke samne, jahan chips aur shampoo ke sachets latke hote hain, Meher khadi thi. Peechhe se dhoop uske baalon mein khel rahi thi. Kabhi uska haath kamar pe jata, kabhi baalon mein. Har pal ek nayi pose, par andar se wahi ek purani sachchai – ek azaadi ki talaash.
Meher ek content creator thi, social media pe videos banati thi, par uska maksad bas likes aur followers nahi tha. Uski videos mein asli zindagi ki jhalak hoti thi — na filter, na drama. Sirf sachchai. Wo dikhana chahti thi ki beauty sirf bade malls, foreign trips ya mehngi gaadiyon mein nahi hoti. Beauty hoti hai – iss gali mein, iss thake hue shutter ke samne, iss mitti mein jismein uske sapne bhi palte hain.
Ek baar kisi ne usse poocha, “Meher, tu roz yahin kyun aati hai shoot karne? Itne ache ache cafés hain, beach hai, tu wahan jaa sakti hai na?”
Usne sirf ek muskaan di aur kaha, “Yeh jagah meri pehchaan hai. Yahin se meri kahani shuru hui thi, aur main chaahti hoon ki duniya dekhe ki khubsurti bas sundar background mein nahi hoti – khubsurti hoti hai jahan hum apne aap se pyar karte hain.”
Din bhar mein, kai log usse dekhte, kuch silently inspire hote, kuch confuse. Par Meher har din apne andaaz mein zindagi jeeti thi. Uska camera tripod pe khada hota, phone set hota, aur phir – ek wide smile. Ek khula laughter. Ek confident pose.
Uske piche ki dukaan ka purana shutter, jisme zange lagi thi, wo uske frame mein ek strong backdrop banta. Wo shutter uske struggle ka symbol ban chuka tha – band darwaze, jo kabhi khulte nahi the, par phir bhi usne unke samne apni nayi duniya basa di thi.
Ek baar ek choti ladki uske paas aayi, “Didi, aap roz photo kheechte ho. Main bhi aap jaisi banna chahti hoon.”
Meher ne uska haath pakda, uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Tu ban sakti hai. Bas apne sapno ko kisi gali ke kone mein daba mat dena.”
Is gali ki mitti mein ab Meher ki muskaan bhi mil chuki thi. Har shutter, har chipti hui diwar, har packet ke neeche ek kahani thi – aur Meher ne unhe jeena shuru kiya tha.
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