
Ravi ek chhote se office mein kaam karta tha. Har roz social media par logon ki safalta dekhkar use lagta tha ki woh zindagi mein bahut piche reh gaya hai. Kisi ke paas badi gaadi thi, kisi ka bada ghar tha, aur koi videsh ghoom raha tha.
Ek din office se lautte waqt usne ek buzurg maali ko park mein paudhon ko paani dete dekha. Maali ke chehre par ajeeb si khushi thi.
Ravi ne puchha, "Baba, aap itne khush kaise rehte hain? Aapke paas to na badi gaadi hai aur na hi bahut paisa."
Buzurg muskura kar bole, "Beta, jab maine ye paudhe lagaye the, tab ye bahut chhote the. Aaj inki chhaon mein log baithte hain, bachche khelte hain aur panchhi aakar gaate hain. Mere liye yahi safalta hai."
Ravi ne hairani se puchha, "Bas itna hi?"
Baba bole, "Safalta ka matlab har insaan ke liye alag hota hai. Koi paise mein dhoondhta hai, koi shohrat mein. Lekin asli safalta woh hai jo tumhe raat ko sukoon se sone de aur subah khushi se uthne de."
Us raat Ravi bahut der tak sochta raha.
Use yaad aaya ki uski maa us par garv karti hain, uske bachche uska intezar karte hain, aur usne apni mehnat se apne parivaar ko ek achhi zindagi di hai.
Tab usne samjha ki safalta sirf dusron se aage nikalne ka naam nahi hai. Safalta apni zimmedariyan nibhaane, apne logon ko khush rakhne aur har din kal se behtar insaan banne ka naam hai.
Tab Ravi ko ehsaas hua ki kabhi-kabhi hum safalta ko bahut door dhoondhte hain, jabki woh hamare apnon ki muskaan mein hi chhupi hoti hai. ❤️
✍️ Ek Khamosh Aurat ✍️