Update -13
Mall ke us hisse mein thandi si hawa chal rahi thi. Third floor ke ek kone mein women’s wear ka section tha — kapdon ke racks, mannequins aur ek thoda private sa corner jahan lingerie display thi. Main thoda peeche tha, door se. Maa aage chal rahi thi, lekin main unke kadmon ki chaal ko dekh raha tha, jaise har kadam koi yaad le jaa raha ho.
Unhone apni aankhon se ek shelf ko scan kiya. Phir ek pastel pink lace bra uthaya — unki ungliyon ne uski straps ko kheench kar dekha, jaise kisi mehsoos ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Main wahi, ek rack ke peeche, dekh raha tha — bina bulaye, bina bole. Jaise koi chor apne hi ghar ka ek sach chhupke dekh raha ho.
Woh moment ajeeb tha. Mujhe unhe dekhte hue sharm bhi aayi, kasak bhi. lekin main wahi thahara raha.
Mujhe nahi lagta unhone mujhe dekha. Woh to apne hi vicharon me thi. Lekin mere liye woh ek pal... ruk gaya tha.
Woh bra... unka haathon se brush hota hua unke seene ke paas gaya — bas fitting ka andaaza lene ke liye, lekin mujhe laga jaise kuch andar se hil gaya.
Unhone woh bra wapas hanger pe latka diya, aur phir ek skin-toned bra uthaya. Woh uske straps ko stretch kar rahi thi, aur meri aankhen us sparsh pe atak gayi thi. Unke haathon ka lehja, unka dheere dheere kapde ko samajhna — woh sab kuch itna personal tha ki main wahan nahi hona chahiye tha. Lekin fir bhi... main tha.
Unhone thoda jhuk kar ke neckline pe usse rakh kar dekha. Ek mirror unke paas tha — unki nazar apne reflection pe thi. Aur meri... unpe.
Maa ki aankhon me ek ajeeb si narmi thi. Jaise woh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho — kya woh ab bhi sundar lagti hain?
Mujhe pata tha — mujhe wahan nahi hona chahiye. Lekin main bas wahan tha. Ek beta, lekin ek purush, aur ek insaan ke beech atka hua.
Jab us aurat ne kaha ki ye unke liye best fittment hoga to Woh changing room ki taraf badh gayi. Main turant peeche hat gaya, par meri saanse tez thi. Ek taraf main unhe maa ke roop mein dekh raha tha — doosri taraf ek aurat jise pehli baar khud ke liye kuch pasand aaya ho.
Changing room ka curtain band ho gaya tha, lekin uske peechhe jo cheezein ho rahi thi, woh mere andar goonj rahi thi.
Unka halkasa hichkichahat se kapdon ka khiskaav. Unka woh halka sa “hmm…” jisme woh fitting adjust kar rahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha maano sabkuch wo aawaz main sun raha tha. Ya bas mahsoos kar raha tha.
Mera gala sukh gaya tha. Main wahi corner mein khada tha — ek pal ke liye guilty, ek pal ke liye bewajah roshan.
Fir ek awaaz aayi — unki.Dheere,
Maa- Excuse me… yeh size thoda tight lag raha hai...”
Main jaanta tha woh kisi salesgirl se baat kar rahi hain, lekin mujhe laga jaise woh meri taraf keh rahi ho — ek invisible zubaan mein.
Main wahan se chala gaya.yaa hun kahu ki, bhag gaya.
Apni dhadkano ko chupate hue, us mall ke elevator tak pahucha, jahan sirf mera hi chehra reflection me tha — thoda pareshan, thoda deewaana.
main wahi lift ke paas khada tha. Kuch der baad maa agayi. Main unhe apne saath parking ki taraf lekar Gaya aur car me baith gaye.
Ghar sirf kuch minute door tha, lekin mujhe laga jaise har second khinch raha ho. Hum dono car ke andar the, lekin beech mein ek hawa si thi — na garm, na thandi... bas thami hui.
Maa ne seatbelt bandha. Unka haath thoda kanp raha tha, ya shayad mujhe laga. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, sirf saamne dekhti rahi. Main steering pe haath rakhe, ignition on kiya — lekin engine ki awaaz bhi beech ke sannate ko tod nahi saki.
Unki bag unki godi mein tha — ek halka lavender purse jisme mall ki ek chhoti si bag rakhi thi, jisme woh bra... jo maine dekha tha... chhupkar.
main- to chalein?
Woh pal bhar ruki. Phir bas halka sa sar hila diya. Jaise kuch kehna chaha, par roka.
Car ne mall ki parking se nikalte hi road ka touch liya. Sheher ki lights pehla pehla andhera chhod chuki thi. Streetlights ka peela sa ujala unke chehre pe pad raha tha, aur unki aankhon ke aas-paas thakavat dikh rahi thi — lekin us thakavat ke neeche kuch aur tha... ek khamoshi ka bhar.
Mujhe unki taraf dekhne ka mann ho raha tha, lekin main bas road pe dekh raha tha.
Unhone khidki ke paas apna haath rakha. Ungliyon ki posture tight tha, jaise apne andar kuch daba rakha ho.
Main soch raha tha —
Kya unhone mujhe dekh liya tha lingerie section mein? Kya unhe pata chal gaya tha main wahi kahin tha? Ya unhone khud mujhe mehsoos kiya, par kuch kaha nahi?
Maa ki ek halki si saans ki aahat ne mujhe tod diya. Woh neend jaise nahi thi, lekin andar se thaki hui si thi.
Main chup tha, par mere andar shabdon ka toofan tha. Unke bag ki chain thodi si khuli thi — ek bra ka lace ka kona uss se zara bahar nikal raha tha. Bas ek inch.
Main ek moment ke liye aankhon se us corner pe atak gaya.
Wahi bra?Wahi jo unhone neckline pe rakhkar dekha tha? Wahi jise try room me pehna tha?
Mujhe laga meri ungliyon ka pressure steering wheel pe badh gaya tha.
Us ek inch kapde ne mujhe phir wahi moment yaad dila diya — woh jhuki hui nazar, woh neckline, woh mirror ke saamne ki ek aurat... jo Komal thi, par meri maa bhi thi.
Maa – "Thoda thak gayi hoon "Mall jaane ki aadat nahi rahi."
Maine haan mein sir hila diya.
Main – "Main samajh sakta hoon..."
Aur fir... bas ruk gaya.
Woh “main samajh sakta hoon” jhooth tha — kyunki main kuch samajh nahi pa raha tha. Na apne aap ko, na unhe.
Car ek smooth turn le rahi thi. Radio band tha, lekin mujhe laga jaise car ke andar hum dono ke beech koi geet baj raha ho — bin suron ka, bin alfaazon ka.
Maa ki aankhon me wohi muskaan thi — jo thodi si thaki thi, thodi si chhupi hui, aur thodi si kisi aur jagah se judi thi.
Car ne ghar ke gate ke samne brake liya.
Maa –"Lagta hai kaafi samay hum bahar hi the nahi.
Main- (muskurate hue) Kuch nahi kaha, sirf dekha.
Unhone bag uthaya, aur car ka darwaza khola. Mujhe laga jaise us bra ka woh lace ka kona ab bhi unke haathon ke paas thama hua ho.
Hum dono car se utarakar wapas ghar me Gaye. Andar jaate hi maa ne wo bag side me rakhdi.
Maa- thodi der me raat ho jaayegi. Main kuch khane ka intezaam karti hoon. Tum fresh ho jaao.
Main- haa thik hai.
Main bathroom me Gaya aur fresh hone laga. Lekin mere man wo bra mere wapas baar baar aa rahi thi. Lekin aur chiz bhi thi jisse main ladh raha tha. Us mall ki wo saree. Maine apne chahre par jorse paani maara jaise main isse apni uljhan mota sakta hoon.
Fresh hokar bahar aaya to maa bade smile ke saath mera wait kar rahi thi. Unka wo muskurane ka andaaz dekh main confuse tha.
Main- Kya hua..
Unhone bag ki zip kholdi. Usme ek chotasa cover tha aur usme koi dress thi, unhone wo uthayi aur mujhe di.
Maine us packet ko khol dekha to usme ek black color ki t-shirt thi
Main – “Yeh… mere liye?”
Maa- haa, main thodi ise pahnungi.
Maa ne sirf ek halka sa muskaan diya. Woh muskaan jaise kuch kehna chahti thi, par lafzon mein nahi — sirf aankhon ke zariye.
Maine us T-shirt ko haathon mein liya. Soft cotton ka kapda tha, fresh folding ki khushboo... aur uske andar chhupi maa ka ek pyaar tha.
Main – “Acchi hai. Lekin ise kyun...
Maa – “maine jab is t shirt dekha. Mujhe laga dark color tumpe jada suit karega. Aur… yeh tunhare size ka bhi hai.
Main- thik hai..
Maa- to ab ise pahno...
Main- Kya abhi..itna ..main baadme pahan lunga.
Maa muskurate hue- Koi baat nahi kal subah pahan Lena.
Main- haa thik hai.
Maa- main jaakar khana banati hoon.
Kuch der baad khana ban gaya aur humne khaa liya, ab raat ke karib 10 baje the. Maa kitchen me thi. Main ab bahar balcony me jaane wala tha, lekin kamre mein ruki meri nazar un tasveero par padi—Nauvari saree mein Komal, saaj-sringar kiya hua, unki aankhon mein woh pyar bhari chamak jo ab bhi meri rooh ko chhoo rahi thi. Bahar thandi hawa chal rahi thii, aur chandni balcony mein ek halki si roshni faila rahi hai. Naa kitchen mein hai, bartan saaf karne mein lagi hui, aur uski halki si awaaz—bartan rakhne ki aur paani ke tapakne ki—meri taraf aati hai, lekin main unki taraf nahi dekhta.
Main tasveer ko haath mein leta hoon, aur uska purana kagaz meri ungliyon ko chhoo jata hai. Dil mein ek ajib si garmi jagti hai—yeh maa ka woh roop hai, jisme woh ek maa se badhkar lagti hain, ek aisi aurat jo meri yaadon mein basi hai. Main sochta hoon, "Yeh tasveer kyun itni gehri lagti hai? Yeh pyar hai na, ya kuch aur jo samajh se bahar hai?"
Na jane kyun mere man ek ajib si Kalpana aayi. Mera man kya chahta tha Main samajh nahi paaya. Main bag kholta hoon, tasveer ko dheere se usme daal deta hoon, jaise yeh meri rooh ka ek hissa ho jo saath rakhna chahta hoon. Zip band karte hi ek sukoon sa hota hai, lekin saath hi ek kasak bhi dil mein uthti hai—kya yeh sahi hai? Maine aakhir kyun wo tasweer waha rakhi? Kya ye galat hai? Sawaal bahot the. Lekin maine wahi kiya jo mujhe sahi laga.
Maine socha ki kyun na main thodi der thandi hawa kha loon main balcony me gaya.
Komal kitchen se nikali, aur apna bag bharne lagi. Unhone bag bharte samay dekha ki meri t shirt abhi bhi bahar padi hai. Wo mere bag ke paas aati hai. Woh T-shirt uthati hain jo unhone mujhe di thi, aur ek halki si muskurahat ke saath usse bag mein daal deti hain.
Phir unka haath bag ke andar jata hai, aur tasveer ko dekhte hi unki aankhen ruk jati hain. Unki ungliyon mein ek kanp sa dikhayi deta hai, aur chehre par ek ajib sa izhaar aata hai—ek sawaal, ek hairani.. Woh tasveer ko haath mein leti hain, dheere se chhooti hain, phir wapas bag mein rakh deti hain, lekin unka haath thoda rukta hai, jaise koi gehra ehsaas unhe samajhne ko majboor kar raha ho
Main balcony me tha. Hawa meri baahon par halki si chhoo rahi hai, aur meri ungliyan railing ko pakadti hain, jaise koi sahara dhund rahi hoon. Dil mein ek toofan sa tha—woh mall ka pal, jab unhone bra ko neckline pe rakha tha, unka sharmila chehra, woh mirror ke saamne ka pal—ab bhi meri saanson mein gahra ho chuka hai.
Main sochta hoon, "Yeh kya hai? Ek beta ka pyar, ya koi aur ehsaas jo mujhe khinch raha hai?" Yeh akarshan meri rooh ko uljha raha hai, lekin main apne aap ko rokta hoon, kyunki yeh seema paar karne ka dar tha.
Lekin komal ke man me shayad aur bhi uljhane the ki aakhir un tasweero ko maine apne bag me rakh diya. Main chahta to aur bhi tasweere apne paas rakh deta jisme Main unke baaho me khel raha tha. Jab main ek chota baccha tha. Par wahi tasweer kyun. Komal ne dhyaan nahi diya. Unhe laga shayad wo bas yaad ke liye maine rakha ho. Unke chahre par ek muskurahat chaa gayi.
End of update 13.
