Purane Ghar ki Khamosh Deewarein
Sheher ki chamak-dhamak aur raftaar bhari zindagi mein, Aryan ne sab kuch paa liya tha—ek bada ohda, ek shandaar apartment, aur doston ka ek aisa daera jo har weekend party ke liye taiyaar rehta tha. Lekin uske dil ke ek chhote se hisse mein hamesha ek khalipan rehta tha. Wo khalipan, jo shayad sirf uske bachpan ka purana ghar hi bhar sakta tha.
Das saal baad, Aryan apne gaon lauta tha. Wajah khushi ki nahi thi. Uske pita, jinhe wo 'Babuji' kehta tha, guzar chuke the. Maa pehle hi jaa chuki thi. Ab wo purana ghar, jo kabhi hansi-mazak aur tyoharon ki raunak se bhara rehta tha, bilkul akela aur khamosh khada tha.
Yaadon ki Dhool
Jab Aryan ne ghar ka purana, zang laga hua tala khola, toh ek ajeeb si mehak uske naak se takrayi—purani kitabon, thodi seelan aur dher saari yaadon ki mehak. Suraj ki ek kiran toote hue Roshan-daan se andar aa rahi thi, jaise keh rahi ho, "Tum itni der se kyun aaye?"
Aryan ne drawing room mein rakhe us purane sofa par se dhool hatayi. Ye wahi sofa tha jahan baithkar Babuji har subah akhbar padhte the aur Maa unhe adrak wali chai pilati thi. Aryan ko yaad aaya ki kaise wo bachpan mein isi sofe ke peeche chhupkar Maa ko daraya karta tha.
Usne poore ghar ka chakkar lagaya. Har deewar, har kona ek kahani suna raha tha:
Kitchen ki wo deewar: Jahan Maa ne Aryan ki har saal badhti height ke nishaan banaye the.
Pichhwade ka aangan: Jahan wo purana amrud ka ped ab sookh chuka tha, jis par chadhne ke liye use kayi baar dant padi thi.
Babuji ka kamra: Jahan aaj bhi unke chashme ka case aur unki purani ghadi side table par rakhi thi.
Wo Purani Diary
Almari saaf karte waqt, Aryan ko ek purani diary mili. Ye Babuji ki diary thi. Aryan ko laga ye unke hisaab-kitaab ki diary hogi, lekin jaise hi usne pehla panna palta, uski aankhein nam ho gayin.
Diary mein Babuji ne Aryan ke sheher jaane ke baad se lekar apni aakhri saans tak ke din likhe the.
15 August, 2022: Aaj Aryan ka phone aaya. Keh raha tha kaam bahut zyada hai, is saal Diwali par nahi aa payega. Dil thoda udaas hua, par bete ki tarakki dekh kar khushi bhi hui. Usne naya ghar jo khareeda hai.
12 December, 2023: Meri tabiyat aaj thodi dheeli hai. Socha Aryan ko bataun, fir khayal aaya ki wo pareshan ho jayega. Wo waise bhi akela hai wahan, usse kya bojh dalna. Maa hoti toh sambhal leti.
4 March, 2025: Aaj padosi ke bete ki shaadi thi. Aryan ki bahut yaad aayi. Maine uska purana kamra saaf karwa diya hai, shayad agli baar aaye toh use achha lage. Wo sheher mein rehta hai, use yahan ki dhool pasand nahi.
Aryan ne dekha ki diary ke panno par jagah-jagah pani ke nishaan the—shayed Babuji likhte waqt roye honge. Usne mehsoos kiya ki jise wo 'career' aur 'future' samajhkar bhag raha tha, wo darasal un rishton se door ja raha tha jo uski asli pehchan the.
Pachtawa aur Ehsaas
Aryan usi raat us purane palang par leta raha. Use neend nahi aa rahi thi. Use wo din yaad aa rahe the jab wo sheher jaane ki taiyari kar raha tha. Babuji ne bas itna kaha tha, "Beta, bade sheher mein bade log milenge, par apne jaisa koi nahi milega. Kabhi fursat mile toh is ghar ko yaad kar lena."
Aryan ko ehsaas hua ki usne Babuji ke liye paise toh bahut bheje, unke account mein lakho rupaye jama kar diye, lekin unhe paison ki nahi, sirf uske waqt ki zaroorat thi. Wo unhe ek bada smart-TV dila kar khush ho gaya tha, lekin Babuji toh sirf uske saath baithkar chai peena chahte the.
Raat ke sannate mein Aryan ko aisa mehsoos hua jaise Babuji ka hath uske sar par hai. Wo rone laga—ek bachhe ki tarah, bilkul akela.
Ek Nayi Shuruat
Agle din, Aryan ne ek faisla kiya. Usne sheher mein apni naukri se lamba break liya. Usne us purane ghar ko bechne ka khayal dimaag se nikaal diya. Usne faisla kiya ki wo is ghar ko fir se zinda karega.
Usne:
Maa ka garden fir se banaya, naye phoolon ke paudhe lagaye.
Babuji ki library ko saaf kiya aur wahan gaon ke bachhon ke liye ek chhota sa "Reading Room" khol diya.
Ghar ki deewaron par fir se wahi purana light yellow rang karwaya jo uski Maa ko pasand tha.
Gaon wale hairan the ki itna bada 'saheb' yahan kyun ruk gaya hai. Par Aryan ko pata tha ki wo yahan kyun hai. Wo yahan khud ko dhoondne aaya tha.
Ek shaam, jab wo aangan mein baithkar chai pee raha tha, ek chhota sa bachha uske paas aaya aur bola, "Bhaiya, kya main yahan baithkar kahani ki kitab padh sakta hoon?"
Aryan ne muskurakar us bache ko paas bithaya aur use wahi kahani sunane laga jo uske Babuji use sunaya karte the. Us pal use mehsoos hua ki log chale jaate hain, par unka pyar aur unki sikhayi hui baatein kabhi nahi marti.
Aryan ne sheher ke us shandaar apartment ko hamesha ke liye chhod diya. Ab wo us purane ghar mein rehta tha, jahan ki deewarein ab khamosh nahi thi, balki bachhon ki hansi aur yaadon ki khushbu se mehak rahi thi.
Seekh: Zindagi mein tarakki zaroori hai, par itni bhi nahi ki aap un logon ko hi bhool jayein jinhone aapko chalna sikhaya tha. Paise se suvidhayein khareedi ja sakti hain, sukoon nahi.