Adhoori Si.. Par Meri
“Adhoori Si… Par Meri”
Raat ka ek ajeeb sa sukoon hota hai… ya shayad sukoon nahi, bas shor kam ho jata hai. Aur jab shor kam hota hai, tab insaan apne andar ki awaazon ko clearly sun paata hai.
Naina bhi aaj kuch aisa hi mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Khidki ke paas baithi, haath mein chai ka cup liye, wo aasman ko dekh rahi thi. Taare kam the, lekin jo the, wo chamak rahe the—bilkul uski tarah… thodi si toot kar bhi chamakna nahi chhoda.
Zindagi ne usey hamesha ek test ki tarah treat kiya tha. Har baar jab wo sambhalti, kuch na kuch aisa ho jata jo usey phir se gira deta. Lekin shayad uski sabse badi galti ye thi ki wo har baar kisi aur ke liye jeeti thi… khud ke liye nahi.
“Tum itna sochti kyun ho?” uski dost Rhea ne ek baar kaha tha, “Zindagi ko itna serious lena band karo.”
Naina ne us waqt bas muskura diya tha. Kaise samjhati… ki uske liye zindagi koi joke nahi thi. Har cheez uske liye matter karti thi—har lafz, har rishta, har chhoti si baat.
Ek waqt tha jab Naina kisi aur ki duniya thi.
Aarav.
Naam sunte hi ab bhi uska dil thoda sa ruk jata tha.
Aarav aur Naina ki mulaqat college ke library mein hui thi. Dono ek hi book ke liye haath badhate hain… aur phir dono haste hain. Filmy lagta hai, lekin kuch kahaniyan aise hi shuru hoti hain.
Dheere dheere wo dost bane… phir best friends… aur phir bina kahe hi sab kuch badal gaya.
Aarav uske liye wo insaan ban gaya tha jiske saath wo khud ko bhool sakti thi… aur shayad isi mein usne khud ko kho diya.
“Main hamesha tumhare saath hoon,” Aarav ne ek baar kaha tha.
Aur Naina ne bina soche maan liya tha.
Lekin “hamesha” shayad duniya ka sabse jhootha lafz hota hai.
Ek din Aarav chala gaya… bina kisi explanation ke. Na koi fight, na koi closure… bas ek khamoshi.
Pehle Naina ne socha busy hoga. Phir socha shayad naraz hai. Phir dheere dheere samajh aaya—wo bas chala gaya hai.
Aur us din Naina ke andar kuch toot gaya.
Usne khud ko band kar liya. Logon se baat karna kam, hasna kam, jeena kam.
Har raat wo apni diary mein likhti, lekin jawab kahin nahi milta.
"Kya main itni buri thi?"
"Kya main kisi ke rehne layak nahi?"
Sawaal badhte gaye… aur khud par yakeen kam hota gaya.
Lekin zindagi ka ek ajeeb rule hai—jab tum bilkul tootne wale hote ho, tab koi na koi chhoti si roshni zaroor milti hai.
Naina ke liye wo roshni thi—wo khud.
Ek din usne apni purani diary uthayi… aur pehle page par likha tha:
"Main strong hoon. Main khud ke liye kaafi hoon."
Usne kuch der us line ko dekha… aur phir khud se poocha, “Sach mein?”
Us din usne decide kiya—wo apni kahani kisi aur ke naam par nahi likhegi.
Shuruaat chhoti thi.
Subah jaldi uthna. Khud ke liye chai banana. Thoda walk par jaana. Apni favourite books padhna.
Pehle sab ajeeb laga… jaise wo kisi aur ki zindagi jee rahi ho. Lekin dheere dheere, usne mehsoos kiya—yehi uski asli zindagi hai.
Usne likhna shuru kiya.
Apne dard ko, apni feelings ko, apni kahani ko.
Har lafz ke saath wo halka mehsoos karti. Jaise wo khud ko samajh rahi ho, accept kar rahi ho.
Mahine beet gaye.
Ek din usne apni stories online share karni shuru ki.
Pehle dar laga… log kya kahenge? Pasand aayega ya nahi?
Lekin phir usne socha—ye kahani kisi aur ke liye nahi, khud ke liye hai.
Aur phir dheere dheere, log uski kahaniyon se connect hone lage.
“Ye to meri kahani hai,” kisi ne comment kiya.
“Tumne dil ki baat likh di,” kisi aur ne kaha.
Naina ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya—uska dard bekaar nahi tha. Wo kisi aur ke liye roshni ban sakta hai.
Ek shaam, jab wo apne laptop par likh rahi thi, uska phone vibrate hua.
Unknown number.
Usne ignore kiya.
Phir message aaya:
"Hi… Naina. Kaafi time ho gaya."
Uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.
Aarav.
Hazaaron yaadein ek saath wapas aa gayi.
Wo purani Naina hoti to shayad turant reply karti. Sawal karti. Roti.
Lekin ab kuch badal chuka tha.
Usne screen ko dekha… aur phone side mein rakh diya.
Kuch der baad usne reply kiya:
"Haan… kaafi time ho gaya."
Bas itna hi.
Na koi complaint, na koi expectation.
Aarav ne call kiya. Naina ne receive kiya.
“Kaise ho?” usne seedha poocha.
Aarav kuch seconds chup raha… “Main theek hoon. Tum?”
Naina ne halka sa muskura kar kaha, “Ab main bhi theek hoon.”
Un dono ke beech ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi… lekin is baar wo khamoshi dard wali nahi thi.
“Sorry,” Aarav ne dheere se kaha, “Mujhe bina bataye nahi jaana chahiye tha.”
Naina ne aankhein band ki… ek gehri saans li.
“Shayad nahi jaana chahiye tha,” usne shanti se kaha, “Lekin agar tum nahi jaate… to shayad main kabhi khud ko nahi paati.”
Aarav chup ho gaya.
Aur shayad us khamoshi mein hi sab jawab the.
Call khatam hua.
Naina ne apni diary uthayi… aur likha:
"Kuch log humari kahani ka hissa hote hain… manzil nahi."
Us raat Naina ne aasman ki taraf dekha… taare ab bhi kam the, lekin usse koi farq nahi padta tha.
Kyuki ab wo khud ek roshni ban chuki thi.
Adhoori thi… haan.
Lekin ab usey apni adhoorapan se darr nahi lagta tha.
Kyuki ab wo jaanti thi—
Adhoori kahaniyan hi sabse khoobsurat hoti hain… kyunki unmein likhne ke liye ab bhi bahut kuch baaki hota hai.
“Kuch kahaniyan khatam nahi hoti… bas ek nayi shuruaat ka intezaar karti hain.” ✨
✍️ Ek Khamosh Aurat