Subah ke saat baje the. Pura mohalla abhi uth raha tha. Kachre ke dher ke paas kuch udti hui plastic ki thailiyan hawa mein jhoom rahi thi. Aangan ke kone mein baithe kuch kutte apni aankhen aadhi bandh karke garmi se lad rahe the. Par iss sab ke beech, do zindagiyan apne alag safar ki kahani likh rahi thi.
Ek taraf thi Phoolmati, laal saari mein, mohalle ke ek purane plastic stool par bethi, apne soch mein doobi hui. Dusri taraf thi Rinku, ek chulbuli, muskurahat se bhari ladki, jo apne rangin saari mein, ek hath utha ke suraj ki roshni ko apne chehre pe mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Phoolmati: Ek Thaki Hui Kahani
Phoolmati ki shaadi ko 15 saal ho gaye the. Patidev ka kaam kab ka chhut gaya tha, aur ab woh din bhar nukkad pe chhoti moti baatein karte rehte. Phoolmati hi ghar chalati thi – kabhi gharon mein bartan manjhti, kabhi silai ka kaam karti. Par uski aankhon mein ek thakaan thi, ek aansoon tha jo kab ka sukh gaya tha.
Woh roz subah mohalle ke iss kone mein aake baithti thi, bas kuch der ke liye, khud se milne ke liye. Na koi sawaal, na jawab. Bas ek sannata jo uske mann ka hissa ban chuka tha.
Uski aankhon mein sapne the, jo kab ke chhoot chuke the. Ek zamaana tha jab woh bhi Rinku ki tarah hi hasi thi, naachi thi, jee bharke jiya karti thi.
Rinku: Zindagi Se Bharpoor
Rinku abhi 22 ki thi. Uska chehra har waqt muskurata rehta, jaise har dard se anjaan ho. Lekin asal mein, Rinku ne bhi kam dard nahi sahe the. Maa bacpan mein chali gayi thi, aur pita din bhar thela kheenchte. Rinku ka sapna tha – dancer banne ka. Woh kahin bhi music sun leti, toh uska mann hilne lagta.
Log kehte the, “Itni badi bindi, itna tight blouse, yeh ladki theek nahi.” Par Rinku ko farq nahi padta tha. Woh kehti, “Jeevan chhota hai, aur meri saans mein rhythm hai. Main jeeti hoon music ke liye.”
Us din bhi jab suraj ki kirnein deewar se takra ke uske chehre pe pad rahi thi, Rinku ne ek hath utha ke feel kiya – jaise woh roshni ko apne andar kheench rahi ho.
Do Nazariye, Ek Gali
Phoolmati ne use dekha, aur kuch der tak bas ghoorti rahi. Uske chehre pe koi jalan nahi thi, par ek uljhan zaroor thi – “Kya main bhi kabhi aise thi?” Ya fir, “Kya Rinku bhi ek din mere jaisi ho jayegi?”
Rinku ne uski taraf dekha, muskaraayi, aur boli, “Phool chachi, aaj kya hua? Itni soch mein ho?”
Phoolmati ne halke se haan mein sir hilaaya, “Bas yun hi, soch rahi thi… tu har waqt itna khush kaise reh leti hai?”
Rinku ne hans kar kaha, “Chachi, khushi dhoondhne se nahi milti, jeene se milti hai. Main toh bas har roz apne dil ki sunti hoon.”
Phoolmati ne uski baat suni, aur pehli baar uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan chali aayi. Jaise kisi ne andheron mein ek diya jala diya ho.
Ek Purana Kissa
Phoolmati ne us din Rinku se apni kahani share ki. Kaise woh bhi jawani mein stage pe gaati thi. Ek baar school ke annual function mein gaane ke baad uske principal ne kaha tha, “Phoolmati, tu singer ban sakti hai.”
Par fir shaadi, ghar ki zimmedari, aur zindagi ki thokare sab kuch khatam kar gayi. “Main sirf bartan manjhne wali reh gayi Rinku,” usne kaha.
Rinku ne uska haath pakda, “Toh ab fir se kyu nahi shuru karti, chachi? Har umar sikhne ki hoti hai. Main aapko YouTube chalana sikhaungi, aap apna gaana upload karo. Aapki awaaz log sunenge, chachi.”
Phoolmati pehle hansi, fir soch mein pad gayi. Shayad Rinku sahi keh rahi thi.
Gali Ka Badalta Rang
Agle kuch hafton mein, mohalle mein kuch alag hone laga. Rinku aur Phoolmati roz shaam ko milti thi – Rinku usse mobile chalana sikhati, aur Phoolmati usse gaana. Rinku ka dance aur Phoolmati ki awaaz – ek perfect jodi.
Ek din Rinku ne unka pehla video banaya – ek purana lok geet, jise Phoolmati bachpan se gaati aayi thi. Video viral ho gaya.
Comments aaye –
“Wah! Kya awaaz hai aunty ki!”
“Desi vibes!”
“More please!”
Phoolmati ki aankhon mein aasoon aa gaye – is baar khushi ke. Usne kaha, “Main phir se jeene lagi hoon, Rinku.”
Rinku boli, “Ab aap sirf Phoolmati nahi ho, aap ‘Gali Ki Awaaz’ ho.”
Naye Rishte, Nayi Udaan
Mohalle ke log jo pehle Rinku ko taane marte the, ab use izzat dene lage. “Hamari ladki viral ho gayi!” kehte hue uske pita ka seena garv se phool gaya tha.
Phoolmati ke pati, jo pehle sirf taane marte the, ab har video pe pehla like karte the. Unka bhi dil badalne laga.
Rinku aur Phoolmati milke ek chhoti si community bana chuki thi – “Gali Ki Nayi Awaaz.” Har mahine woh chhoti chhoti performances rakhte – gali ke bachche, auratein sab usme hissa lete. Mohalla ab wahi tha, par hawa mein umeed thi.
Zindagi Ka Rangmanch
Ek saal baad, Rinku ne Mumbai shift hone ka faisla liya – ek dance academy se offer aaya tha. Mohalle walon ne milke ek chhota sa function rakha.
Phoolmati ne us din stage pe kaha,
“Yeh ladki mere liye beti se kam nahi. Rinku ne mujhe yaad dilaya ki zindagi ke stage pe utarne ki koi umar nahi hoti.”
Rinku ne Phool chachi ko gale lagaya, aur bola,
“Main aapke bina yeh kabhi nahi kar pati.”
Phoolmati ab har roz ek naya video banati hai, log use “Gaon Ki Lata” kehte hain. Rinku ab Mumbai mein hai, par har Sunday video call pe dono milti hain, nayi planning ke saath.
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Antim Shabd:
Zindagi har gali mein ek kahani likhti hai. Kabhi purani deewar ke peeche chhupi hoti hai, toh kabhi ek hastee hui ladki ke chehre par. Yeh kahani un do auraton ki hai jo ek doosre ka sahara bani, aur duniya ko dikhaya ki sapne kabhi purane nahi hote – bas thoda waqt lagta hai unhe pehchaanne mein.
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