Tasveer

Woh kitni der se yun hi bethi hui thi. Uss ka wajood jaise jam gaya tha, aur na hi usme hilne ki sikat thi. Woh musalsal khirki se bahir tak rahi thi, lekin zehen mazi me khoya hua tha. Uss k hath me woh tasveer ab tak maujood thi. Yeh wahi tasveer thi, jo us ko bht azeez thi.

Aansu phir se girne lage the. Yaqeenan mazi ne phir se jhinjor diya tha. Uss ne tasveer ko phir se dekha, lkn uss me isse apna ap bht dhundhla nazar araha tha. Uss lamhe us ka dil chaha k woh zor zor se cheekhe, chillaye. Lkn yahan kon tha jo uski sunta? Iss ki sunne wale, iss se muhabbat karne wale to ja chuke the, usse akela chor kar!

“Tum akeli kahan ho? Akele to woh the, chor to tum ne unhen dya tha? Takleef to unhon ne uthaye hai! Tum akeli nahi ho, tmhare samne to abhi bhi wh aasaeshen hain, jin ki khatir tum ne unke saare ehsaan hi bhula dye!” Zameer ne talkh haqeeqat batayi thi. Uss k aansu tawatar se behna shuru hogae.

“Ek mauqa, ek mauqa to mil jata, mein unse maafi hi maang leti” Woh rote hue khud se boli thi.

” Mauqe to bht mile the, tum ne khud hi gawa diye. Kitne phone kye unhon ne, tumhe pukara, lkn afsos, tum ne unki pukar ki taraf koi tawajja na di. Yeh to nahi sikhaya tha unhon ne tumhe. Unhon ne tumhe rishton se muhabbat krna sikhaya tha, na k un ko torna! ” Zameer ne ek baar phir chot ki thi.

“Haan unhon ne muhabbat krna sikhaya tha, aur mein ne seekha bhi yahi. Farq to sirf itna tha k unhon ne rishton se muhabbat krna sikhaya aur mein ne cheezon se muhabbat ki, hamesha cheezon aur dolat ko tarjeeh di” Woh khud bhi talkh hogai.

Uss ne phir se woh tasveer dekhi. Uss tasveer ko jo bhi dekhta tha, tareef krna nahi bhoolta tha. Uss me woh be hadd pyari lagti thi. Tabhi us ko khud bhi yeh tasveer bht pasand thi. Woh jab bhi iss tasveer ko dekhti to muskra dya karti. Uss ka dil khushi se bhar jata, lekin uss ne kabhi bhi uss tasveer me baqi do wajood pr koi tawajja na di. Halanke log to iss tasveer ko dekh yahi kehte “Complete family.” Lekin wh iss compliment ko kisi khate me na laati.

Apne maa baap ki ek hi aulaad hone ki bina par woh ladli to thi, lekin uss ki tarbiyat me hamesha bhalai krna sikhaya gaya tha. Aur rishton se muhabbat krna. Lekin uss ne hamesha khud se muhabbat ki. Woh jab bhi sochti, sirf apne liye hi sochti.

Issi liye, jab be tahasha daulat, aur asaeshon se bharpur zindagi darwaze tak khud chal kr ai, to woh inkar na kar saki. Jab k uss k maa baap nahi chahte the, k woh in se itni dur chali jae.

“Arey ammi, mein koi hamesha wahan thori rahun gi, aati jaati rahun gi.”

“Lekin beta..”

“Ammi, ap yeh q nahi dekh raheen, k iss me meri khushi hai? Ap bus fikar na karen, mein ap logon se milne aati rahun gi, aur phone pr bhi baat kr liya karun gi. Pareshaan na houn!”

Apne kiye gaye daawe jab aj yaad aye to dil mazeed nadamat se bhar gaya.

“Ammi..” Wh ab zaar o qatar rone lagi thi.

Bahir ja kar woh bhool gai k uss k maa baap bhi the. Wh phone krte to bus kheriat malum kr k kaam ka bahana bana k phone rakh deti. Pure saat saal k arse me wh unse sirf ek dafa milne ayi. Uss k baad koi khabar hi na thi.

Chand din pehle usse phone aya to pata chala k abba ki tabiyat behtahasha kharab thi, woh usse bht yaad kr re the. Tab us ko kuch hua aur us ne hafte me ane ka keh dya. Lkn jab wh yahan phnchi to abba hamesha k liye ja chuke the, aur ammi bhi yeh gham na seh pai aur dunya se chali gayeen.

Us ko ab ehsas hua k asal mata kya thi. Ab smjh ai k woh kya kho chuki hai. Ab samjh ai k rishte kya the.

Jis tasveer ko dekh kr woh hamesha muskraya krti thi, aj uss ko dekh kr ro rahi thi. Aj usse uss tasveer me apna ap bht bad-surat lag raha tha. Usse apne wajood se hi nafrat ho rahi thi. Apne waldein k muhabbat bhare chehre dekh kr ansuuo’n me mazeed rawani arahi thi.

Baaz dafa insan itna khud-garz hojata hai k usse pata bhi nahi hota. Woh zindagi ki rangeeniyon me kho kr buhat kuch bula bethta hai. Yahi uss k sath bhi hua tha. Wh tasveer ab bhi usse azeez thi, q k uss me us k waldein bht ache lagte the. Woh yeh bhi janti thi k ab woh yeh tasveer dekh kr hamesha roe gi. Woh yeh bhi janti thi k

“Kahani to khatam hogai, lekin ab zindagi bhar ka pachtawa hai!”

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Posted on June 26, 2014, in Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Yeah sometimes we dont know what we are losing but when it is lost then we come to know what precious thing we have lost.

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