Gali no. 7 meri duniya thi. Aaj jab me Shekhar ke ek flat se balcony me khadi hoti hu ,neeche traffic ka Shor, logo ki bhag Daud, mobile screen me ghushi zindagi dekhti hu.to achanak se dimag me vahi Gali yaad aa jati hai -Tuti hui sadak,side me naali, aur har ghar ke bahar khadi cycle ya scooter, vahi mere Bachpan ki duniya thi..
Mai tab sayad 7 ya 8 saal ki thi. maake liye me "chhoti" ,or papa ke liye 'samjhdaar" ,or dost ke liye bass 'chikuuu'.Gali ke har bacche ka ek na ek nickname hota tha , Jo school ke naam se jyada powerful hota tha.school me tum kuch bhi ho , liking Gali ms apni vahi pehchan chalti thi. Subah a Matlab hota tha ki maa ki aawaz .--"chotiii !uth jaa school ke liye late ho rahi hai.!" Aur me Kambar ke andar chillati thi bss 5 minute"
Vo 5 minute kabhi bhi 5 minute nahi hote the.kabhi kabhi maa ko last option use krna pdta tha -paining ki cheente.jaise hi thanda Pani chehre par padta me ekdum uth ke baith jati thi .school Jane ka alag hi drama hota tha. Uniform ironed, shoes polish kiye hue ,liking mere socks hamesha mismatched ek Neelam, ek grey. Maa daanti thi ,me muskurati . Mujhe lagta tha ki socks ka colour kon dekhta hai , par maa ke liye discipline hi sb kuch tha..
Mere bachpan ki kahani yahi khatam nhi hui .Baki ka Kal btaungi...