Anaya ki duniya bohut choti thi -
School,books or bus papa.
Maa ke jane ke baad ghar me sif do awaazein thi: anaya ki hasi or raghav ki khamoshi .
"Papa,aaj school me Frist aayi me "
Raghav ne use utha kr ghuma diya ,
"Meri betii to hero nikali".
Raat ko jab anaya so jati hai
Raghav maa ki photo ko samne baithe kr bolta " DEKHO - me sambhal raha hu"
Uski thakaan kabhi uski beti tak nhi pahunchi ...
" Khud tut kar bhi jo muskurata raha,
Wahi toh tha jo mujhe jeena sikhata raha..
Anaya ki maa ek serious bimaari ( long illness) se lad rahi thi jo dheere -dheere unhe kamzor karti gyi - par unhone kabhi shikayat nhi ki.
Unka bus ek hi dar tha..
" Meri beti ka kya hoga?"
Hospital ke bed pr, unhone raghav ka haath pakad kar kaha tha:
" Meri beti ko kabhi kamzor mat hone denaa...
Chahe tum khud thak jao"
Aur raghav ne wahi kiya zindagi bhar.
Unki death sudden nhi ,balki lambi ladayi ke baad hui thi.
Isliye raghav aur zyada chup ho gaya,
Aur Ananya se aur zyada jud gye -
Use raat raghav hospital ke corridor me ab awaaz kam thi.
Doctor chale gaye,nurses ne lights dim kar di. Bus ek room reh gaya tha - ROOM NO.213
Raghav dheere se andar aaya.
Bed khali tha.
Sirf safed chadar... bilkul thandi.
Woh wahi khada raha.
Jaise pair zameen se chipak gaye hon.
" Tum . Yahin toh thi.",
Usne halki awaaz me kaha,
" Doctor ne kaha thaa... Bus thoda time chahiye ".
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Raghav bed ke pass baith gaya.
Usne chadar ko haath lagaya,jaise abhi bhi uski garmahat baaki ho.
" Tumne kaha tha na"
Uski awaaz kaanpne lagi,
" Ki ananya ko main Sambhal lunga "
Uska gala bhar aaya.
" Par mujhe ye nahi bataya tha"
Woh tut kar bola,
" Ki jab tum nahi rahogi... Toh me kaise saans lungi?"
Woh pehli baar roya.naa chupke,naa shant.
Uske kandhe hilne lage.haath muh pr aa gya.
" Main strong bana raha ... Sif isliye" kyunki tum jaate waqt keh gayi thi - Rona mat "
Usne aankhein band kar li " par aaj... Aaj main nahi kar pa raha "
Usne apna sir bed pr rakh diya.
Bilkul bacchon ki tarah.
" Ananya bahut chhoti hai "
Woh almost fuskuraaya,
" Usse dark se dar lagta hai..
Aur tumhare bina woh kaise soyegi?"
Saanse ruk rahi thi.
Aankhon se aansu ruk hi nahi rahe the.
Me uska Baal kaise banaunga?
Uske periods ke time kya boluga?
Jab vo puchegi - maa kahan hai?
Toh me kya jawab dunga?
Woh chup ho gya
Sif ek awaaz thi - uske aansuon ki.
Thodi der baad,usne aapni jeb se ek choti si photo nikali.
Maa,papa or choti si Ananya,
Photo ko sine se laga kr bola " me wada karta hu"...
Tumhari kami use mehsoos nahi hone dunga, main dono ko kam karunga,
Bus.. bus tum upar se dekhte rehna..
Usne aankhein baar bed ki taraf dekha.
Aur dheere se kaha- me sambhal jaauga...par aaj thoda sa tootne do".
Us din raghav papa nhi ek pati tha,papa sirf ek insaan the.. jo aapni zindagi ka pyar kho chuke the...