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2.
Meri aankhon ke saamne jaise ek naya manzar khul gaya tha. Hawa me aam ke pedon ki khushboo thi, aur nadi ka paani dheere-dheere behte hue suraj ki laalima ko apne andar samete ja raha tha. Us laal roshni me wo ladki — safed salwar kameez me, nange pair, apne baalon ko ungliyon se suljhaati hui — jaise kisi kahani ki heroine lag rahi thi.
Mere kadam apne aap uski taraf badhne lage, lekin dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Gaon me anjaan ladki se baat karna aasan nahi hota, upar se jungle ke paas aisi jagah par.
Maine halki si khansi ki, jaise apni maujoodgi ka ehsaas karwana ho. Ladki ne palat ke dekha — bade-bade kajal lage hue aankh, jisme ek ajeeb si gehraai thi.
Ladki (thodi hairani se): “Tum… kaun ho?”
Main (halki muskaan ke saath): “Main… Purwa gaon me rehta hoon. Tum kaun ho? Pehle kabhi nahi dekha yahan.”
Ladki: “Mera naam Anjali hai… main yahin paas wale tole me rehti hoon. Aaj bakriyan charane aayi thi.”
Wo patthar se utar kar zameen par aa gayi, lekin ab bhi mujh se do kadam door khadi thi, jaise kuch doori banaye rakhni ho.
Main: “Achha… to tum yahin ki ho. Lekin mujhe pehle kabhi kyun nahi dikhi?”
Anjali (halki si hansi ke saath): “Kya tum gaon ke har ladki ka hisaab rakhte ho? Ya sirf nadi ke paas milne wali ka?”
Maine sharma ke muh thoda side kar liya, “Arre nahi… bas aise hi poochh raha tha.”
Hawa me ek chhoti si khamoshi chha gayi. Nadi ka paani, pedon ke patton ki sar-sarahat aur door se bakriyon ki mehh mehh, dono ke beech ka khali pan bhar rahe the.
Main: “Waise… tum yahan roz aati ho?”
Anjali: “Roz nahi. Kabhi-kabhi. Jab ghar ke kaam se fursat milti hai… ya mann bohot bhari ho.”
Uske chehre pe ek pal ke liye udaasi ki parchhaai aa gayi, jo maine turant notice ki.
Main (thoda puchhne wale andaaz me): “Mann bhari ho matlab? Sab theek to hai?”
Anjali (jaldi se baat taalte hue): “Kuch nahi… bas zindagi me kaam hi kaam hai. Tumhe to pata hoga, gareeb ghar ki ladki ka din kaise guzarta hai.”
Maine sir hila diya, lekin mere mann me ek curiosity jag gayi thi. Mera dil keh raha tha ki Anjali ki kahani me kuch to hai jo wo keh nahi rahi.
Phir Anjali ne baat badalte hue poocha, “Aur tum? Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Lagta hai kaam se bhaag ke aaye ho.”
Maine hansi dabate hue bola, “Haan… kaam to tha, khet me paani dena. Lekin pata nahi, aaj mann nahi laga. Socha zara jungle aur nadi ki hawa le aaun.”
Anjali: “Aur yahan aake mujhe pareshaan karne lage.”
Main: “Arre pareshaan kaise? Tum se milke to din ban gaya mera.”
Anjali ne palak jhuka li, lekin uske honth pe halki si muskaan aa gayi.
Kuch der hum dono nadi ke kinare baith gaye. Maine ped se ek chhota sa aam tod ke Anjali ki taraf badhaya, “Lo, aam khana pasand hai?”
Anjali: “Pasand hai… lekin tumhe pata hai aam todna mana hai, yeh tauji ka bagh hai.”
Main: “Arre… hum Rajveer Singh ke bete hain. Koi kuch kehne ki himmat nahi karega.”
Yeh sunkar Anjali ek dam se uth khadi hui. Usne dono haathon se halki si namaste ki, jaise doori bana rahi ho, aur kuch kadam peeche hat gayi. Usne nazar chura li aur dusri taraf mud gayi jaise baat ko avoid kar rahi ho.
Main ne thoda hairan hote hue pucha, "Anjali… tum mujh se bach kyun rahi ho? Maine aisa kya keh diya?"
Anjali ne gehri saans lete hue dheere se kaha, "Tum samajh kyun nahi rahe? Tum Rajveer Singh ke bete ho, isliye log tumse kuch nahi kahenge… lekin mujh par to sawal uthenge na."
Main ne uski aankhon me seedha dekhte hue ek kadam aage badha, "Anjali… gaon wale kya sochte hain, usse fark nahi padta mujhe. Mere liye sab ek saman hai."
Anjali ne palat kar thoda sakhti se kaha, "Lekin gaon wale to sochenge na? Tumhare ghar ka naam, tumhari izzat—"
Main ne muskurate hue, halka sa jhuk kar kaha, "Log apni soch ke hisaab se baat banayenge, par main apni zindagi apni soch se jeena chahta hoon. Tumhare saath naam jud jaye to naam ban jaye… zindagi sawar jaye."
Anjali: “Mujhe ab jana hoga, ghar wale fikar karenge.”
Maine ek kadam aage badh kar rokne ki koshish ki, "Par meri baat to suno…"
Lekin Anjali ne sar hila kar mana kar diya.
Main: “Kal aaogi yahan?”
Anjali ne seedha jawab nahi diya, bas ek baar palat ke meri taraf dekha aur chal di. Uski chaal me ek ajeeb si sharm aur ek adaa thi, jo mere dil me ek nayi kahani ka beej bo gayi.
Main bas wahi khada uski peeth ko jaata hua dekhta raha… jaise us pal uske dil me kuch adhoora reh gaya ho.
Maine uski door hoti parchai ko dekha… aur mann me bas ek hi sawal gunjne laga —
“Kaun hai yeh ladki… aur kyun lagta hai jaise meri zindagi me aane ke liye bani ho?”
Samay ka pata hi nahi chala aur suraj dheere-dheere pedon ke peeche chhupne laga.
main bhi khet ka kaam khatam karke chupchaap ghar laut aaya, lekin dimag me Anjali ki baat abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi.
Meri aankhon ke saamne jaise ek naya manzar khul gaya tha. Hawa me aam ke pedon ki khushboo thi, aur nadi ka paani dheere-dheere behte hue suraj ki laalima ko apne andar samete ja raha tha. Us laal roshni me wo ladki — safed salwar kameez me, nange pair, apne baalon ko ungliyon se suljhaati hui — jaise kisi kahani ki heroine lag rahi thi.
Mere kadam apne aap uski taraf badhne lage, lekin dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Gaon me anjaan ladki se baat karna aasan nahi hota, upar se jungle ke paas aisi jagah par.
Maine halki si khansi ki, jaise apni maujoodgi ka ehsaas karwana ho. Ladki ne palat ke dekha — bade-bade kajal lage hue aankh, jisme ek ajeeb si gehraai thi.
Ladki (thodi hairani se): “Tum… kaun ho?”
Main (halki muskaan ke saath): “Main… Purwa gaon me rehta hoon. Tum kaun ho? Pehle kabhi nahi dekha yahan.”
Ladki: “Mera naam Anjali hai… main yahin paas wale tole me rehti hoon. Aaj bakriyan charane aayi thi.”
Wo patthar se utar kar zameen par aa gayi, lekin ab bhi mujh se do kadam door khadi thi, jaise kuch doori banaye rakhni ho.
Main: “Achha… to tum yahin ki ho. Lekin mujhe pehle kabhi kyun nahi dikhi?”
Anjali (halki si hansi ke saath): “Kya tum gaon ke har ladki ka hisaab rakhte ho? Ya sirf nadi ke paas milne wali ka?”
Maine sharma ke muh thoda side kar liya, “Arre nahi… bas aise hi poochh raha tha.”
Hawa me ek chhoti si khamoshi chha gayi. Nadi ka paani, pedon ke patton ki sar-sarahat aur door se bakriyon ki mehh mehh, dono ke beech ka khali pan bhar rahe the.
Main: “Waise… tum yahan roz aati ho?”
Anjali: “Roz nahi. Kabhi-kabhi. Jab ghar ke kaam se fursat milti hai… ya mann bohot bhari ho.”
Uske chehre pe ek pal ke liye udaasi ki parchhaai aa gayi, jo maine turant notice ki.
Main (thoda puchhne wale andaaz me): “Mann bhari ho matlab? Sab theek to hai?”
Anjali (jaldi se baat taalte hue): “Kuch nahi… bas zindagi me kaam hi kaam hai. Tumhe to pata hoga, gareeb ghar ki ladki ka din kaise guzarta hai.”
Maine sir hila diya, lekin mere mann me ek curiosity jag gayi thi. Mera dil keh raha tha ki Anjali ki kahani me kuch to hai jo wo keh nahi rahi.
Phir Anjali ne baat badalte hue poocha, “Aur tum? Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Lagta hai kaam se bhaag ke aaye ho.”
Maine hansi dabate hue bola, “Haan… kaam to tha, khet me paani dena. Lekin pata nahi, aaj mann nahi laga. Socha zara jungle aur nadi ki hawa le aaun.”
Anjali: “Aur yahan aake mujhe pareshaan karne lage.”
Main: “Arre pareshaan kaise? Tum se milke to din ban gaya mera.”
Anjali ne palak jhuka li, lekin uske honth pe halki si muskaan aa gayi.
Kuch der hum dono nadi ke kinare baith gaye. Maine ped se ek chhota sa aam tod ke Anjali ki taraf badhaya, “Lo, aam khana pasand hai?”
Anjali: “Pasand hai… lekin tumhe pata hai aam todna mana hai, yeh tauji ka bagh hai.”
Main: “Arre… hum Rajveer Singh ke bete hain. Koi kuch kehne ki himmat nahi karega.”
Yeh sunkar Anjali ek dam se uth khadi hui. Usne dono haathon se halki si namaste ki, jaise doori bana rahi ho, aur kuch kadam peeche hat gayi. Usne nazar chura li aur dusri taraf mud gayi jaise baat ko avoid kar rahi ho.
Main ne thoda hairan hote hue pucha, "Anjali… tum mujh se bach kyun rahi ho? Maine aisa kya keh diya?"
Anjali ne gehri saans lete hue dheere se kaha, "Tum samajh kyun nahi rahe? Tum Rajveer Singh ke bete ho, isliye log tumse kuch nahi kahenge… lekin mujh par to sawal uthenge na."
Main ne uski aankhon me seedha dekhte hue ek kadam aage badha, "Anjali… gaon wale kya sochte hain, usse fark nahi padta mujhe. Mere liye sab ek saman hai."
Anjali ne palat kar thoda sakhti se kaha, "Lekin gaon wale to sochenge na? Tumhare ghar ka naam, tumhari izzat—"
Main ne muskurate hue, halka sa jhuk kar kaha, "Log apni soch ke hisaab se baat banayenge, par main apni zindagi apni soch se jeena chahta hoon. Tumhare saath naam jud jaye to naam ban jaye… zindagi sawar jaye."
Anjali: “Mujhe ab jana hoga, ghar wale fikar karenge.”
Maine ek kadam aage badh kar rokne ki koshish ki, "Par meri baat to suno…"
Lekin Anjali ne sar hila kar mana kar diya.
Main: “Kal aaogi yahan?”
Anjali ne seedha jawab nahi diya, bas ek baar palat ke meri taraf dekha aur chal di. Uski chaal me ek ajeeb si sharm aur ek adaa thi, jo mere dil me ek nayi kahani ka beej bo gayi.
Main bas wahi khada uski peeth ko jaata hua dekhta raha… jaise us pal uske dil me kuch adhoora reh gaya ho.
Maine uski door hoti parchai ko dekha… aur mann me bas ek hi sawal gunjne laga —
“Kaun hai yeh ladki… aur kyun lagta hai jaise meri zindagi me aane ke liye bani ho?”
Samay ka pata hi nahi chala aur suraj dheere-dheere pedon ke peeche chhupne laga.
main bhi khet ka kaam khatam karke chupchaap ghar laut aaya, lekin dimag me Anjali ki baat abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi.
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2.
Meri aankhon ke saamne jaise ek naya manzar khul gaya tha. Hawa me aam ke pedon ki khushboo thi, aur nadi ka paani dheere-dheere behte hue suraj ki laalima ko apne andar samete ja raha tha. Us laal roshni me wo ladki — safed salwar kameez me, nange pair, apne baalon ko ungliyon se suljhaati hui — jaise kisi kahani ki heroine lag rahi thi.
Mere kadam apne aap uski taraf badhne lage, lekin dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Gaon me anjaan ladki se baat karna aasan nahi hota, upar se jungle ke paas aisi jagah par.
Maine halki si khansi ki, jaise apni maujoodgi ka ehsaas karwana ho. Ladki ne palat ke dekha — bade-bade kajal lage hue aankh, jisme ek ajeeb si gehraai thi.
Ladki (thodi hairani se): “Tum… kaun ho?”
Main (halki muskaan ke saath): “Main… Purwa gaon me rehta hoon. Tum kaun ho? Pehle kabhi nahi dekha yahan.”
Ladki: “Mera naam Anjali hai… main yahin paas wale tole me rehti hoon. Aaj bakriyan charane aayi thi.”
Wo patthar se utar kar zameen par aa gayi, lekin ab bhi mujh se do kadam door khadi thi, jaise kuch doori banaye rakhni ho.
Main: “Achha… to tum yahin ki ho. Lekin mujhe pehle kabhi kyun nahi dikhi?”
Anjali (halki si hansi ke saath): “Kya tum gaon ke har ladki ka hisaab rakhte ho? Ya sirf nadi ke paas milne wali ka?”
Maine sharma ke muh thoda side kar liya, “Arre nahi… bas aise hi poochh raha tha.”
Hawa me ek chhoti si khamoshi chha gayi. Nadi ka paani, pedon ke patton ki sar-sarahat aur door se bakriyon ki mehh mehh, dono ke beech ka khali pan bhar rahe the.
Main: “Waise… tum yahan roz aati ho?”
Anjali: “Roz nahi. Kabhi-kabhi. Jab ghar ke kaam se fursat milti hai… ya mann bohot bhari ho.”
Uske chehre pe ek pal ke liye udaasi ki parchhaai aa gayi, jo maine turant notice ki.
Main (thoda puchhne wale andaaz me): “Mann bhari ho matlab? Sab theek to hai?”
Anjali (jaldi se baat taalte hue): “Kuch nahi… bas zindagi me kaam hi kaam hai. Tumhe to pata hoga, gareeb ghar ki ladki ka din kaise guzarta hai.”
Maine sir hila diya, lekin mere mann me ek curiosity jag gayi thi. Mera dil keh raha tha ki Anjali ki kahani me kuch to hai jo wo keh nahi rahi.
Phir Anjali ne baat badalte hue poocha, “Aur tum? Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Lagta hai kaam se bhaag ke aaye ho.”
Maine hansi dabate hue bola, “Haan… kaam to tha, khet me paani dena. Lekin pata nahi, aaj mann nahi laga. Socha zara jungle aur nadi ki hawa le aaun.”
Anjali: “Aur yahan aake mujhe pareshaan karne lage.”
Main: “Arre pareshaan kaise? Tum se milke to din ban gaya mera.”
Anjali ne palak jhuka li, lekin uske honth pe halki si muskaan aa gayi.
Kuch der hum dono nadi ke kinare baith gaye. Maine ped se ek chhota sa aam tod ke Anjali ki taraf badhaya, “Lo, aam khana pasand hai?”
Anjali: “Pasand hai… lekin tumhe pata hai aam todna mana hai, yeh tauji ka bagh hai.”
Main: “Arre… hum Rajveer Singh ke bete hain. Koi kuch kehne ki himmat nahi karega.”
Yeh sunkar Anjali ek dam se uth khadi hui. Usne dono haathon se halki si namaste ki, jaise doori bana rahi ho, aur kuch kadam peeche hat gayi. Usne nazar chura li aur dusri taraf mud gayi jaise baat ko avoid kar rahi ho.
Main ne thoda hairan hote hue pucha, "Anjali… tum mujh se bach kyun rahi ho? Maine aisa kya keh diya?"
Anjali ne gehri saans lete hue dheere se kaha, "Tum samajh kyun nahi rahe? Tum Rajveer Singh ke bete ho, isliye log tumse kuch nahi kahenge… lekin mujh par to sawal uthenge na."
Main ne uski aankhon me seedha dekhte hue ek kadam aage badha, "Anjali… gaon wale kya sochte hain, usse fark nahi padta mujhe. Mere liye sab ek saman hai."
Anjali ne palat kar thoda sakhti se kaha, "Lekin gaon wale to sochenge na? Tumhare ghar ka naam, tumhari izzat—"
Main ne muskurate hue, halka sa jhuk kar kaha, "Log apni soch ke hisaab se baat banayenge, par main apni zindagi apni soch se jeena chahta hoon. Tumhare saath naam jud jaye to naam ban jaye… zindagi sawar jaye."
Anjali: “Mujhe ab jana hoga, ghar wale fikar karenge.”
Maine ek kadam aage badh kar rokne ki koshish ki, "Par meri baat to suno…"
Lekin Anjali ne sar hila kar mana kar diya.
Main: “Kal aaogi yahan?”
Anjali ne seedha jawab nahi diya, bas ek baar palat ke meri taraf dekha aur chal di. Uski chaal me ek ajeeb si sharm aur ek adaa thi, jo mere dil me ek nayi kahani ka beej bo gayi.
Main bas wahi khada uski peeth ko jaata hua dekhta raha… jaise us pal uske dil me kuch adhoora reh gaya ho.
Maine uski door hoti parchai ko dekha… aur mann me bas ek hi sawal gunjne laga —
“Kaun hai yeh ladki… aur kyun lagta hai jaise meri zindagi me aane ke liye bani ho?”
Samay ka pata hi nahi chala aur suraj dheere-dheere pedon ke peeche chhupne laga.
main bhi khet ka kaam khatam karke chupchaap ghar laut aaya, lekin dimag me Anjali ki baat abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi.
Update achhi hai. Nice .