Waqt ki bekadri
Ek waqt tha jab meri mummy aur daddy mere har shauk poora kiya karte the. Use waqat mai 12 saal ki thi,
Mere daddy diabetic the aur hum ek middle-class family se belong karte the, lekin phir bhi daddy apni tabiyat kharab hone ke bawajood kaam karte rehte the, sirf isliye taaki humein kisi cheez ki kami mehsoos na ho.
Us waqt mujhe itni samajh nahi thi. Bachpana tha.
Main unki baat nahi sunti thi, mummy se badtameezi karti thi, aur apni hi duniya mein khoyi rehti thi.
Waqt ke saath-saath unki umar badhti chali gayi, lekin unhone kabhi apna khayal nahi rakha. Unki aankhon ki roshni kam hone lagi. Sugar hamesha high rehti thi, dawa se bhi control nahi hoti thi.
Ek din woh kursi se gir gaye aur unke pair mein chot lag gayi.
Woh chot theek hone ke bajaye aur badhti chali gayi, aur zakhm ban gaya. Doctor ne bhi keh diya tha ki shayad pair kaatna pade.
Ab woh khade bhi nahi ho pa rahe the.
Unki tabiyat din-ba-din bigadti chali gayi. Kai doctors ko dikhaya, lekin koi fayda nahi hua.
Ek din… woh humein chhod kar chale gaye.
Uske baad mujhe sirf pachtawa reh gaya —
kaash maine unki khidmat ki hoti,
kaash unse maafi maang li hoti,
kaash unse badtameezi na ki hoti.
Isliye kehte hain, waqt aur maa-baap ki qadar karni chahiye,
kyunki jab waqt nikal jata hai,
toh sirf yaadein aur pachtawa hi reh jata Hain