Us ghar mein kabhi bahut shor hota tha.
Papa ki hansi, maa ki awaaz, aur bachchon ki ladai—sab kuch.
Par waqt ke saath ghar khamosh hota gaya.
Papa factory mein kaam karte the. Roz subah nikalte, raat ko thake hue laut-te. Maa har din unka intezaar karti, garam khana lagakar.
Par ek din factory band ho gayi.
Job gayi… aur saath hi papa ki muskaan bhi.
Paise kam padne lage. Ghar mein baatein kam aur tensions zyada ho gayi.
Maa chup-chaap silai ka kaam karne lagi. Papa zyada bolte nahi the.
Bachche samajh gaye the—ghar mein problem hai, par pooch nahi sakte the.
Chhoti beti ek din boli,
"Papa, school trip pe jaana hai… sab ja rahe hain."
Papa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas nazar jhuka li.
Maa kitchen mein ro padi.
Us raat ghar mein sirf ek awaaz thi—
khamoshi aur aansuon ki.
Time guzarta gaya. Papa din bhar job dhundhte, par milti nahi. Log pehle respect se baat karte the, ab avoid karne lage.
Papa andar se toot rahe the, par bachchon ke saamne strong banne ki koshish karte.
Ek din papa beemar pad gaye.
Hospital ka kharcha… aur badh gaya.
Us din maa ne pehli baar khud ko toot-te hue bola:
"Humne kab kisi ka bura socha tha… phir yeh sab kyun?"
Bachche chup-chaap sab dekh rahe the.
Unhone samajh liya tha—
family sirf saath rehna nahi hoti, dard bhi saath sehna hota hai.
Saalo baad, jab bada beta job pe laga, pehli salary maa ke haath mein rakhi.
Maa ne sirf itna kaha:
"Is ghar ki khamoshi, aaj thodi kam ho gayi."
💭 Sach yeh hai:
Har family perfect nahi hoti.
Kuch ghar hansi se,
aur kuch sabr aur aansuon se chal rahe hote hain.