Incest Mera Nanihal

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[Joga Singh]

Update 1


Platform par bahut shor tha. Train ke aane ki announcement baar-baar ho rahi thi. Chai walon ki awaaz, kulhadon ki khanak, logon ke bhaagte kadam, bachchon ka shor, luggage ke pahiyon ki ghis-ghis… sab kuch itna zyada tha ki kisi ek awaaz ko alag se sunna mushkil tha. Lekin pata nahi kyun, mujhe in sabke beech bhi sirf apne andar ki khamoshi sunai de rahi thi. Main platform ki ek lohe ki bench par akela baitha tha. Mere paas ek kaala trolley bag pada tha. Usmein kuch kapde the, thodi zaroori cheezein aur kuch kagaz… wahi kagaz jinhone meri poori zindagi ke baare mein meri soch badal di thi...



Mera naam Ravi hai. Main atharah saal ka hoon. Aur aaj main us jagah ja raha hoon jahan jaane ke baare mein maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Apni maa ke gaon. Meri maa… Ye do shabd mere andar ajeeb sa dard paida karte hain. Kyuki bachpan se mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki meri maa ne mujhe chhod diya tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki meri maa ko main pasand nahi tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki bachpan mein mere andar kuch aisi problems thi jinke wajah se meri maa mujhse pareshan rehti thi. Papa kehte the ki meri maa kisi aur se shaadi karna chahti thi, isliye unhone papa ko chhod diya. Aur jab unhe jaana tha, to woh mujhe bhi saath nahi le gayi. Main sirf paanch saal ka tha jab mere maa-papa ka divorce hua tha. Paanch saal… Itni chhoti umr hoti hai ki bachcha divorce ka matlab bhi nahi samajhta. Mujhe bas itna yaad hai ki ek waqt tak meri maa mere aas-paas thi. Phir ek din woh nahi thi. Mujhe samjhaya gaya ki woh mujhe chhod kar chali gayi. Aur bachche aksar wahi maan lete hain jo unke bade unhe batate hain. Maine bhi maan liya.


Papa ne meri maa ke liye mere dil mein dheere-dheere nafrat bhar di. Kabhi kehte “Usse tumhari fikr nahi thi.” Kabhi kehte “Tumhari maa ko apni zindagi zyada pyari thi.” Aur kabhi meri taraf dekhkar kehte “Tumhe kya lagta hai, woh tumhe kyun le jaati? Usse tum pasand hi nahi the.” Har baar main chup ho jaata. Main apni maa se nafrat karne laga. Ya shayad… Mujhe laga ki main unse nafrat karta hoon. Lekin aaj platform par baitha hua mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki bachpan mein mere andar nafrat se zyada ek sawaal tha. “Maa mujhe kyun chhod kar gayi?” Aur us sawaal ka jawab mujhe kabhi nahi mila.


Jab main das saal ka hua, mujhe hostel bhej diya gaya. Us waqt tak papa doosri shaadi kar chuke the. Mera naya ghar tha, lekin us ghar mein main khud ko kabhi apna nahi samajh saka. Isliye hostel meri zindagi ban gaya. Hostel ki subah bahut ajeeb hoti thi. Ghanti bajti thi aur hum sabko neend se zabardasti uthna padta tha. Thandi subah mein aankhen kholne ka mann nahi karta tha, lekin warden ki awaaz ke saamne kisi ki nahi chalti thi. Ek jaise kamre. Ek jaise bistar. Ek jaise table. Ek jaise school uniform. Aur un sabke beech main. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko jab poora hostel chup ho jaata tha, main apne bistar par leta hua chhat ko dekhta rehta. Doosre bachchon ko ghar se phone aata tha. Kisi ki maa poochti “Beta, khana kha liya?” Kisi ke papa kehte “Padhai karna, jaldi sona.” Kisi ki chhoti behen phone par roti thi ki bhaiya kab ghar aaoge. Main apne paas rakhe phone ko dekhta rehta. Mere phone par bhi kabhi-kabhi papa ka call aata tha. Lekin meri maa ka nahi. Maa ka number mere paas tha hi nahi. Mujhe ye tak nahi pata tha ki woh kahan rehti hain. Kaise rehti hain. Mere baare mein sochti bhi hain ya nahi. Ya shayad… Unhone mujhe kab ka bhula diya hai. Ye khayal mujhe andar se tod deta tha. Isliye main apne aap ko samjhata tha “Chhod diya na unhone mujhe. Phir main kyun unhe yaad karun?” Lekin bachpan kitna ajeeb hota hai. Jis insaan se hum nafrat karne ka faisla karte hain, kabhi-kabhi raat ko usi insaan ki god yaad aati hai. Mujhe apni maa ki god yaad bhi nahi thi. Phir bhi pata nahi kyun, mujhe lagta tha ki agar maa hoti to shayad main itna akela nahi hota.


12vi ki Exam khatam hone ke baad main kuch din ke liye ghar aaya tha. Papa ghar par nahi the. Pata nahi kyun, us din main pehli baar papa ke kamre mein chala gaya. Shayad bas kuch dhoondhne. Almari ke ek kone mein purani files rakhi thi. Maine bina kisi khaas wajah ke ek file khol di. Aur phir… Meri ungliyan wahi ruk gayin. Ek kagaz tha. Divorce papers. Maine pehli baar apni maa ka poora naam dekha. Papa ka naam. Aur neeche ek address. Main us kagaz ko baar-baar padhne laga. Usmein meri maa ke maayke ka pata tha. Ek gaon ka naam. Mera nanihal. Nanihal… Ye shabd mere liye sirf kitaabon aur doosre bachchon ki baaton mein suna hua shabd tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mera nanihal kahan hai. Wahan kaun rehta hai. Meri maa ke maa-baap zinda hain ya nahi. Mere mama hain ya mausi. Koi mujhe jaanta bhi hai ya nahi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha. Bas ek address tha. Aur us address ke peeche meri maa ki ek poori zindagi chhupi hui thi.


Us raat main bahut der tak so nahi paya. Papa ne jo kuch mujhe saalon se bataya tha, woh sab mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Agar maa mujhe sach mein pasand nahi karti thi… To phir unka maayka kahan tha? Unhone mujhe kabhi lene ki koshish kyun nahi ki? Kya woh sach mein mujhe chhodna chahti thi? Ya… Papa ne mujhse kuch chhupaya tha? Mere paas jawab nahi tha. Sirf sawaal the. Bahut saare sawaal. Aur un sab sawaalon ke beech ek chhoti si umeed bhi thi. Shayad… Shayad mujhe wahan maa ke baare mein kuch pata chal jaaye. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa kaisi thi. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda. Aur sabse badhkar… Shayad kahin se meri maa khud mil jaaye.


Isi umeed mein main aaj ghar se nikla hoon. Papa ko maine kaha ki main kuch doston ke saath ghoomne ja raha hoon. Jhooth bola. Pehli baar. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki main wapas kab aaunga. Bas itna pata tha ki mujhe jaana hai. Apni maa ke gaon. Us ghar ki taraf jahan shayad mere sawaalon ke jawab pade hain. Train platform par aa kar ruk gayi. Ek tez hawa ka jhonka mere chehre se takraya. Log uthne lage. Kisi ne apna bachcha god mein utha liya. Kisi ne apna bag kandhe par rakha. Ek aadmi apni patni se keh raha tha, “Dhyan se chadhna.” Main kuch pal tak unhe dekhta raha. Phir apna trolley bag uthaya. Mere kadam train ki taraf badh rahe the. Dil ajeeb tarah se dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi main maa se milunga ya nahi. Pata nahi woh mujhe pehchanengi ya nahi. Pata nahi unki aankhon mein mujhe dekhkar khushi hogi ya hairani. Aur pata nahi… Itne saalon tak jin baaton ko sach samajhkar main apni maa se nafrat karta raha… Unmein se kitni baatein sach thi. Train ke darwaze par chadhte hue maine ek baar peeche mudkar platform ko dekha. Phir dheere se khud se kaha “Maa… agar aap sach mein mujhe chhodkar gayi thi, to main aapse iska jawab zaroor maangunga.” Maine aankhen band ki. Aur train chal padi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki main apni maa ko dhoondhne ja raha tha…

 

[Shalini Dubey]

Update 1


Platform par bahut shor tha. Train ke aane ki announcement baar-baar ho rahi thi. Chai walon ki awaaz, kulhadon ki khanak, logon ke bhaagte kadam, bachchon ka shor, luggage ke pahiyon ki ghis-ghis… sab kuch itna zyada tha ki kisi ek awaaz ko alag se sunna mushkil tha. Lekin pata nahi kyun, mujhe in sabke beech bhi sirf apne andar ki khamoshi sunai de rahi thi. Main platform ki ek lohe ki bench par akela baitha tha. Mere paas ek kaala trolley bag pada tha. Usmein kuch kapde the, thodi zaroori cheezein aur kuch kagaz… wahi kagaz jinhone meri poori zindagi ke baare mein meri soch badal di thi...



Mera naam Ravi hai. Main atharah saal ka hoon. Aur aaj main us jagah ja raha hoon jahan jaane ke baare mein maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Apni maa ke gaon. Meri maa… Ye do shabd mere andar ajeeb sa dard paida karte hain. Kyuki bachpan se mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki meri maa ne mujhe chhod diya tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki meri maa ko main pasand nahi tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki bachpan mein mere andar kuch aisi problems thi jinke wajah se meri maa mujhse pareshan rehti thi. Papa kehte the ki meri maa kisi aur se shaadi karna chahti thi, isliye unhone papa ko chhod diya. Aur jab unhe jaana tha, to woh mujhe bhi saath nahi le gayi. Main sirf paanch saal ka tha jab mere maa-papa ka divorce hua tha. Paanch saal… Itni chhoti umr hoti hai ki bachcha divorce ka matlab bhi nahi samajhta. Mujhe bas itna yaad hai ki ek waqt tak meri maa mere aas-paas thi. Phir ek din woh nahi thi. Mujhe samjhaya gaya ki woh mujhe chhod kar chali gayi. Aur bachche aksar wahi maan lete hain jo unke bade unhe batate hain. Maine bhi maan liya.


Papa ne meri maa ke liye mere dil mein dheere-dheere nafrat bhar di. Kabhi kehte “Usse tumhari fikr nahi thi.” Kabhi kehte “Tumhari maa ko apni zindagi zyada pyari thi.” Aur kabhi meri taraf dekhkar kehte “Tumhe kya lagta hai, woh tumhe kyun le jaati? Usse tum pasand hi nahi the.” Har baar main chup ho jaata. Main apni maa se nafrat karne laga. Ya shayad… Mujhe laga ki main unse nafrat karta hoon. Lekin aaj platform par baitha hua mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki bachpan mein mere andar nafrat se zyada ek sawaal tha. “Maa mujhe kyun chhod kar gayi?” Aur us sawaal ka jawab mujhe kabhi nahi mila.


Jab main das saal ka hua, mujhe hostel bhej diya gaya. Us waqt tak papa doosri shaadi kar chuke the. Mera naya ghar tha, lekin us ghar mein main khud ko kabhi apna nahi samajh saka. Isliye hostel meri zindagi ban gaya. Hostel ki subah bahut ajeeb hoti thi. Ghanti bajti thi aur hum sabko neend se zabardasti uthna padta tha. Thandi subah mein aankhen kholne ka mann nahi karta tha, lekin warden ki awaaz ke saamne kisi ki nahi chalti thi. Ek jaise kamre. Ek jaise bistar. Ek jaise table. Ek jaise school uniform. Aur un sabke beech main. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko jab poora hostel chup ho jaata tha, main apne bistar par leta hua chhat ko dekhta rehta. Doosre bachchon ko ghar se phone aata tha. Kisi ki maa poochti “Beta, khana kha liya?” Kisi ke papa kehte “Padhai karna, jaldi sona.” Kisi ki chhoti behen phone par roti thi ki bhaiya kab ghar aaoge. Main apne paas rakhe phone ko dekhta rehta. Mere phone par bhi kabhi-kabhi papa ka call aata tha. Lekin meri maa ka nahi. Maa ka number mere paas tha hi nahi. Mujhe ye tak nahi pata tha ki woh kahan rehti hain. Kaise rehti hain. Mere baare mein sochti bhi hain ya nahi. Ya shayad… Unhone mujhe kab ka bhula diya hai. Ye khayal mujhe andar se tod deta tha. Isliye main apne aap ko samjhata tha “Chhod diya na unhone mujhe. Phir main kyun unhe yaad karun?” Lekin bachpan kitna ajeeb hota hai. Jis insaan se hum nafrat karne ka faisla karte hain, kabhi-kabhi raat ko usi insaan ki god yaad aati hai. Mujhe apni maa ki god yaad bhi nahi thi. Phir bhi pata nahi kyun, mujhe lagta tha ki agar maa hoti to shayad main itna akela nahi hota.


Exam khatam hone ke baad main kuch din ke liye ghar aaya tha. Papa ghar par nahi the. Pata nahi kyun, us din main pehli baar papa ke kamre mein chala gaya. Shayad bas kuch dhoondhne. Almari ke ek kone mein purani files rakhi thi. Maine bina kisi khaas wajah ke ek file khol di. Aur phir… Meri ungliyan wahi ruk gayin. Ek kagaz tha. Divorce papers. Maine pehli baar apni maa ka poora naam dekha. Papa ka naam. Aur neeche ek address. Main us kagaz ko baar-baar padhne laga. Usmein meri maa ke maayke ka pata tha. Ek gaon ka naam. Mera nanihal. Nanihal… Ye shabd mere liye sirf kitaabon aur doosre bachchon ki baaton mein suna hua shabd tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mera nanihal kahan hai. Wahan kaun rehta hai. Meri maa ke maa-baap zinda hain ya nahi. Mere mama hain ya mausi. Koi mujhe jaanta bhi hai ya nahi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha. Bas ek address tha. Aur us address ke peeche meri maa ki ek poori zindagi chhupi hui thi.


Us raat main bahut der tak so nahi paya. Papa ne jo kuch mujhe saalon se bataya tha, woh sab mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Agar maa mujhe sach mein pasand nahi karti thi… To phir unka maayka kahan tha? Unhone mujhe kabhi lene ki koshish kyun nahi ki? Kya woh sach mein mujhe chhodna chahti thi? Ya… Papa ne mujhse kuch chhupaya tha? Mere paas jawab nahi tha. Sirf sawaal the. Bahut saare sawaal. Aur un sab sawaalon ke beech ek chhoti si umeed bhi thi. Shayad… Shayad mujhe wahan maa ke baare mein kuch pata chal jaaye. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa kaisi thi. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda. Aur sabse badhkar… Shayad kahin se meri maa khud mil jaaye.


Isi umeed mein main aaj ghar se nikla hoon. Papa ko maine kaha ki main kuch doston ke saath ghoomne ja raha hoon. Jhooth bola. Pehli baar. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki main wapas kab aaunga. Bas itna pata tha ki mujhe jaana hai. Apni maa ke gaon. Us ghar ki taraf jahan shayad mere sawaalon ke jawab pade hain. Train platform par aa kar ruk gayi. Ek tez hawa ka jhonka mere chehre se takraya. Log uthne lage. Kisi ne apna bachcha god mein utha liya. Kisi ne apna bag kandhe par rakha. Ek aadmi apni patni se keh raha tha, “Dhyan se chadhna.” Main kuch pal tak unhe dekhta raha. Phir apna trolley bag uthaya. Mere kadam train ki taraf badh rahe the. Dil ajeeb tarah se dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi main maa se milunga ya nahi. Pata nahi woh mujhe pehchanengi ya nahi. Pata nahi unki aankhon mein mujhe dekhkar khushi hogi ya hairani. Aur pata nahi… Itne saalon tak jin baaton ko sach samajhkar main apni maa se nafrat karta raha… Unmein se kitni baatein sach thi. Train ke darwaze par chadhte hue maine ek baar peeche mudkar platform ko dekha. Phir dheere se khud se kaha “Maa… agar aap sach mein mujhe chhodkar gayi thi, to main aapse iska jawab zaroor maangunga.” Maine aankhen band ki. Aur train chal padi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki main apni maa ko dhoondhne ja raha tha…

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Update 1


Platform par bahut shor tha. Train ke aane ki announcement baar-baar ho rahi thi. Chai walon ki awaaz, kulhadon ki khanak, logon ke bhaagte kadam, bachchon ka shor, luggage ke pahiyon ki ghis-ghis… sab kuch itna zyada tha ki kisi ek awaaz ko alag se sunna mushkil tha. Lekin pata nahi kyun, mujhe in sabke beech bhi sirf apne andar ki khamoshi sunai de rahi thi. Main platform ki ek lohe ki bench par akela baitha tha. Mere paas ek kaala trolley bag pada tha. Usmein kuch kapde the, thodi zaroori cheezein aur kuch kagaz… wahi kagaz jinhone meri poori zindagi ke baare mein meri soch badal di thi...



Mera naam Ravi hai. Main atharah saal ka hoon. Aur aaj main us jagah ja raha hoon jahan jaane ke baare mein maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Apni maa ke gaon. Meri maa… Ye do shabd mere andar ajeeb sa dard paida karte hain. Kyuki bachpan se mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki meri maa ne mujhe chhod diya tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki meri maa ko main pasand nahi tha. Mujhe bataya gaya tha ki bachpan mein mere andar kuch aisi problems thi jinke wajah se meri maa mujhse pareshan rehti thi. Papa kehte the ki meri maa kisi aur se shaadi karna chahti thi, isliye unhone papa ko chhod diya. Aur jab unhe jaana tha, to woh mujhe bhi saath nahi le gayi. Main sirf paanch saal ka tha jab mere maa-papa ka divorce hua tha. Paanch saal… Itni chhoti umr hoti hai ki bachcha divorce ka matlab bhi nahi samajhta. Mujhe bas itna yaad hai ki ek waqt tak meri maa mere aas-paas thi. Phir ek din woh nahi thi. Mujhe samjhaya gaya ki woh mujhe chhod kar chali gayi. Aur bachche aksar wahi maan lete hain jo unke bade unhe batate hain. Maine bhi maan liya.


Papa ne meri maa ke liye mere dil mein dheere-dheere nafrat bhar di. Kabhi kehte “Usse tumhari fikr nahi thi.” Kabhi kehte “Tumhari maa ko apni zindagi zyada pyari thi.” Aur kabhi meri taraf dekhkar kehte “Tumhe kya lagta hai, woh tumhe kyun le jaati? Usse tum pasand hi nahi the.” Har baar main chup ho jaata. Main apni maa se nafrat karne laga. Ya shayad… Mujhe laga ki main unse nafrat karta hoon. Lekin aaj platform par baitha hua mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki bachpan mein mere andar nafrat se zyada ek sawaal tha. “Maa mujhe kyun chhod kar gayi?” Aur us sawaal ka jawab mujhe kabhi nahi mila.


Jab main das saal ka hua, mujhe hostel bhej diya gaya. Us waqt tak papa doosri shaadi kar chuke the. Mera naya ghar tha, lekin us ghar mein main khud ko kabhi apna nahi samajh saka. Isliye hostel meri zindagi ban gaya. Hostel ki subah bahut ajeeb hoti thi. Ghanti bajti thi aur hum sabko neend se zabardasti uthna padta tha. Thandi subah mein aankhen kholne ka mann nahi karta tha, lekin warden ki awaaz ke saamne kisi ki nahi chalti thi. Ek jaise kamre. Ek jaise bistar. Ek jaise table. Ek jaise school uniform. Aur un sabke beech main. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko jab poora hostel chup ho jaata tha, main apne bistar par leta hua chhat ko dekhta rehta. Doosre bachchon ko ghar se phone aata tha. Kisi ki maa poochti “Beta, khana kha liya?” Kisi ke papa kehte “Padhai karna, jaldi sona.” Kisi ki chhoti behen phone par roti thi ki bhaiya kab ghar aaoge. Main apne paas rakhe phone ko dekhta rehta. Mere phone par bhi kabhi-kabhi papa ka call aata tha. Lekin meri maa ka nahi. Maa ka number mere paas tha hi nahi. Mujhe ye tak nahi pata tha ki woh kahan rehti hain. Kaise rehti hain. Mere baare mein sochti bhi hain ya nahi. Ya shayad… Unhone mujhe kab ka bhula diya hai. Ye khayal mujhe andar se tod deta tha. Isliye main apne aap ko samjhata tha “Chhod diya na unhone mujhe. Phir main kyun unhe yaad karun?” Lekin bachpan kitna ajeeb hota hai. Jis insaan se hum nafrat karne ka faisla karte hain, kabhi-kabhi raat ko usi insaan ki god yaad aati hai. Mujhe apni maa ki god yaad bhi nahi thi. Phir bhi pata nahi kyun, mujhe lagta tha ki agar maa hoti to shayad main itna akela nahi hota.


12vi ki Exam khatam hone ke baad main kuch din ke liye ghar aaya tha. Papa ghar par nahi the. Pata nahi kyun, us din main pehli baar papa ke kamre mein chala gaya. Shayad bas kuch dhoondhne. Almari ke ek kone mein purani files rakhi thi. Maine bina kisi khaas wajah ke ek file khol di. Aur phir… Meri ungliyan wahi ruk gayin. Ek kagaz tha. Divorce papers. Maine pehli baar apni maa ka poora naam dekha. Papa ka naam. Aur neeche ek address. Main us kagaz ko baar-baar padhne laga. Usmein meri maa ke maayke ka pata tha. Ek gaon ka naam. Mera nanihal. Nanihal… Ye shabd mere liye sirf kitaabon aur doosre bachchon ki baaton mein suna hua shabd tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mera nanihal kahan hai. Wahan kaun rehta hai. Meri maa ke maa-baap zinda hain ya nahi. Mere mama hain ya mausi. Koi mujhe jaanta bhi hai ya nahi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata tha. Bas ek address tha. Aur us address ke peeche meri maa ki ek poori zindagi chhupi hui thi.


Us raat main bahut der tak so nahi paya. Papa ne jo kuch mujhe saalon se bataya tha, woh sab mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Agar maa mujhe sach mein pasand nahi karti thi… To phir unka maayka kahan tha? Unhone mujhe kabhi lene ki koshish kyun nahi ki? Kya woh sach mein mujhe chhodna chahti thi? Ya… Papa ne mujhse kuch chhupaya tha? Mere paas jawab nahi tha. Sirf sawaal the. Bahut saare sawaal. Aur un sab sawaalon ke beech ek chhoti si umeed bhi thi. Shayad… Shayad mujhe wahan maa ke baare mein kuch pata chal jaaye. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa kaisi thi. Shayad koi mujhe bata sake ki meri maa ne mujhe kyun chhoda. Aur sabse badhkar… Shayad kahin se meri maa khud mil jaaye.


Isi umeed mein main aaj ghar se nikla hoon. Papa ko maine kaha ki main kuch doston ke saath ghoomne ja raha hoon. Jhooth bola. Pehli baar. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki main wapas kab aaunga. Bas itna pata tha ki mujhe jaana hai. Apni maa ke gaon. Us ghar ki taraf jahan shayad mere sawaalon ke jawab pade hain. Train platform par aa kar ruk gayi. Ek tez hawa ka jhonka mere chehre se takraya. Log uthne lage. Kisi ne apna bachcha god mein utha liya. Kisi ne apna bag kandhe par rakha. Ek aadmi apni patni se keh raha tha, “Dhyan se chadhna.” Main kuch pal tak unhe dekhta raha. Phir apna trolley bag uthaya. Mere kadam train ki taraf badh rahe the. Dil ajeeb tarah se dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi main maa se milunga ya nahi. Pata nahi woh mujhe pehchanengi ya nahi. Pata nahi unki aankhon mein mujhe dekhkar khushi hogi ya hairani. Aur pata nahi… Itne saalon tak jin baaton ko sach samajhkar main apni maa se nafrat karta raha… Unmein se kitni baatein sach thi. Train ke darwaze par chadhte hue maine ek baar peeche mudkar platform ko dekha. Phir dheere se khud se kaha “Maa… agar aap sach mein mujhe chhodkar gayi thi, to main aapse iska jawab zaroor maangunga.” Maine aankhen band ki. Aur train chal padi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki main apni maa ko dhoondhne ja raha tha…

Congratulations for the new story.

Wah kiya update hai! aapne to pehli ball hi boundry se bahar bhej di hai.

Ravi ne apna bachpan apni maa ke bina bitaya hai aur ab usse umeed hai ke wo apni maa se mil sakega. Dekhte hain kya raaz khulenge jab wo gaanv pahunchega. Kaise usse treat kiya jayega uske nanihal mein. Agle update ka intzaar rahega.

 

[Joga Singh]

Adbhut likha hai

Thanks

 

[Joga Singh]

Badhiya likha hai waiting for more updates

Jaldi hi dunga

 

[Joga Singh]

Congratulations for the new story.

Wah kiya update hai! aapne to pehli ball hi boundry se bahar bhej di hai.

Ravi ne apna bachpan apni maa ke bina bitaya hai aur ab usse umeed hai ke wo apni maa se mil sakega. Dekhte hain kya raaz khulenge jab wo gaanv pahunchega. Kaise usse treat kiya jayega uske nanihal mein. Agle update ka intzaar rahega.

Thanks bro razz bahut gehre hai

 

[chrisgale159]

update please

 

[urc4me]

Shuruaat Romanchak. Pratiksha agle rasprad update ki