Ek purani sheher ki ek gali thi, jahan har roz kuch na kuch naya hota. Wahi gali, jahan log sirf kapdon se tumhaari kahaani likh dete hain. Aaj bhi wahi hua.
Gali ke kone mein ek chhoti si dukaan thi, jo bandh thi. Uske saamne kuch auratein jama thi — ek buzurg aurat apne hath mein purse liye khamoshi se dekh rahi thi, do ladkiyan kisi baat par behas kar rahi thi, aur ek ladki alag si lagi... kuch zyada hi alag.
Uska naam tha Meera.
Meera ne ek laal blouse pehna tha, jo uski aankhon ki chamak se milta tha. Saadi ek plain magenta ki thi, lekin uski adaon mein kuch aisa tha, jo sabki nazar kheench laata. Woh haste hue gali ke usi mohalle mein aayi, jahan har dusra kadam uska hisaab rakhne wala hota.
Buzurg aurat — Shanta kaki — ne usse dekha aur aankhon mein kuch keh diya. Jaise keh rahi ho, “Yeh bhi kisi din seekh jaayegi duniya se chup kar chalna.”
Wahin, Kavita aur Rupa — dono behas mein doobi thi, par Meera ko dekhte hi ek pal ko khamosh ho gayi.
“Dekho, fir se aayi hai... woh bhi is tarah,” Rupa ne kaha.
“Apna jism, apni marzi,” Kavita ne halki si hansi mein kaha, par nazar Meera se hatti nahi.
Meera ne un sabki nigahen mehsoos kar li, lekin woh ruki nahi. Uski muskaan mein ek aatmvishwas tha, lekin aankhon mein thoda sa chhupa hua dard bhi.
Us gali mein Meera nayi thi nahi. Ek zamana tha jab usne bhi wohi saari pehni thi jo doosri ladkiyan pehenti thi — dull, safe, aur “sabhya” kahilane wali. Lekin ek din usne thaan liya tha ki woh apne liye jiyegi, duniya ke liye nahi.
Pichhle saal, Meera ek chhoti modeling agency se judi thi. Sheher ke chhoti-moti shoots karti, videos banati, aur social media pe apni kahani likhti. Uski maa ne use kaha tha, “Log dekhenge, bolenge… par tu ruk mat jana.”
Lekin mohalla waale log har roz use tolte — uske kapdon se, uske andaz se, uski hansi se. Meera jaanti thi ki log usse samajhne ke bajaye, sirf dekhte hain — aur unke nazar mein woh sirf ek “laal blouse wali ladki” thi.
Us din bhi kuch alag nahi tha, par Meera ki muskaan mein ek kehna tha — “Main hoon. Mujhe dekh lo. Par main woh nahi hoon jo tum soch rahe ho.”
Shanta kaki aage badhi aur Meera ke paas aayi. Dheere se boli, “Tere kapde mujhe nahi chubhte, par duniya ke bol chubhte honge tujhe.”
Meera ne aankhon mein aansuon ko sambhalte hue kaha, “Kaki, chubhte hain... par ab sehna seekh liya hai. Kab tak darr ke jeeyenge?”
Kavita aur Rupa chup thi. Unhone kabhi aise nahi socha tha. Kabhi kabhi kisi ki muskurahat ke peeche kitna kuch chhupa hota hai, ye samajhne ke liye bas thoda sa mann chahiye hota hai.
Agle kuch dino mein, Meera ka ek naya video viral ho gaya. Gali ki wohi jagah, wahi log background mein — par ab ke Meera ka dance sirf ada nahi, ek bayaan tha. Uske movements mein ek aazaadi thi, ek rebellion. Uske comments mein likha tha:
"Ek gali thi jahan log kehte the, ‘kapdon se sanskaar naapte hain’, maine kaha, ‘sanskaar aankhon mein hote hain, na ki kapdon mein.’”
Agle din, wahi mohalle ki ladkiyaan use dekh rahi thi — is baar nazar mein nafrat nahi, curiosity thi. Shanta kaki ke haath mein phir wahi purse tha, lekin aankhon mein garv tha.
Meera ne sabko ek baar dekha, muskurayi, aur us gali ke mod par mud gayi… jahan se uski nayi kahani shuru hone wali thi.
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