Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 11




Meri mom ki paakizaagi bilkul mit gayi hai,
mujhe bilkul achha nahi lag raha







Us shaam ghar pahuncha jab aakhri din ki roshni khatam ho rahi thi, aasman gehra neela ho gaya tha jis se 
lane ki street lamps ek ek kar ke jal uthi. 

Ghar garam aur khushamadeed tha, khidkiyon se halki roshni, dinner ki khushboo ab bhi—Daadi ki mazedaar 
teekhi curry aur taaza makhan waali roti jo hum sab ne thodi der pehle enjoy ki thi. 

Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir ghar par the, apne din ke baad aaraam se baithe. Daadi kitchen mein thi, aakhri 
bartanon ki safai kar rahi thi apni roz ki tezi se, dheere purane gaon ki dhun gun guna rahi jo hallway tak aati thi. 

Nana baithak mein apni pasandida armchair mein the, shaam ki aakhri chai pee rahe, newspaper side table par saaf 
mukda. 

"Assalamu alaikum, sab ko," Ammi ne dheere pukara andar aate, darwaze par sandals utaar kar scarf hook par 
latkaayi. Bags neeche rakhi rahat ki saans ke saath, kandhe ghumaa kar dard halka karte. "Waapas aa gayi—bazaar
 aaj jumme ki tarah bhara tha." 

"Wa alaikum assalam, beta," Daadi ne kitchen se garam jawaab diya, haath towel se ponchhte hue bahar aayi tezi 
se gale lagane. "Thaki lag rahi—baaitho thodi der unpacking se pehle. Shopping kaisi rahi? Sab achhe daamon mili 
ya dukandaar phir overcharge karne lage?" 

Ammi chhoti muskurahat maani, bhale aankhon tak nahi pahunchi jab bags se cheezein nikaalne lagi. "Busy thi, 
Ammi, lekin sambhal liya. Taazi bhindi aur tamatar achhe daam par—sabzi waale ko yaad tha, thoda discount diya
. Aur masale... thoda mol liya, lekin quality achhi." 

Nana armchair se upar dekha, chai ka cup neeche rakhte khushamadeed sar hilate. "Ghar aayi, Shahida." 

Baat halki aur aasaan thi, lambi din ke baad roz ki tarah, Nana ne apni sair ki chhoti kahani sunayi aur Daadi ne apni
 chalaak commentary daali. Mujhe kitchen mein Daadi ke saath akela pal mila jab aakhri plates saaf kar rahe the, 
baaki baithak mein gaon ki khabron par baatein kar rahe. 

"Daadi," maine kaha, sur aam aur utsauk rakhte hue plates ka stack unhe dete sookhaane, "kal raat sach mein 
kahaan thi? Phone par kaha dost ke paas raat guzaar rahi, lekin aaj itni der se aayi, aur bazaar mein dhoondha to 
nahi mili." 

Daadi pal bhar ruki, towel par haath dheeme, plate ponchhte hue, phir garam tasalli waali muskurahat ke saath 
mud kar. "Arre mere pyare beta, iski fikr mat kar—kuchh aisa waisa nahi. Kuchh purane male dost mile, baatein 
shuru hui aur waqt nikal gaya. Andhere mein jaldi ghar aane se behtar raat wahin guzaar li taaki baatein poori ho
 sakein." 

Mujhe pata tha jhooth bol rahi thi—details bahut saaf, bahut convenient, khaas kar Suraj ke bungalow mein dekhe
 ke baad. Male dost ke paas raat guzaarna? 

Yeh un qadron se match nahi karta jo unhone saalon se humein sikhaayi. Lekin woh Suraj ki taareef jaari rakhi, 
awaaz mein asli josh ke saath plates stack karte hue. 

"Aur woh Suraj kasai—sach mein kamaal ka insaan, beta. Hamesha taaza gosht, aur recipes ke liye best cut ka 
mashwara. Itna madadgaar, itna rehmdil. Is bade shehar mein aisa reliable aur dostana insaan milna purane gaon
 jaise lagta, jab sab ek dusre ko jaante aur khayal rakhte the." 

"Haan," maine kaha, shak se bachne ko saath sar hilate, bhale shabd khaali lage. "Jaisa dekha woh achha lagta.
 Khushi hui achhi company mili sairon aur kaamon ke liye." 

Us raat baad mein, Ammi ko aaraam nahi aa raha tha. Ghar shaant ho gaya tha, hallway ki roshniyan dheemi, sab
 apne kamron mein jaise ghadi raat baarah se aage nikal gayi. Ammi aur Abbu ke bedroom mein ceiling fan mustaqil 
chalta, hawa hilata January ki bachi garmahat mein kamra theek rakhte. 

Ammi phir aaine ke saamne khud ko dekhne lagi, Gajendra ke jism par kahe shabd dohraane lagi. Lagta tha 
Gajendra ke soch samajh kar kahe shabd unke jism ko jaga rahe the. Woh soch rahi thi kya Gajendra unke jism aur
 curves ki ibadat karta hai. 

Abbu attached bathroom mein nahaa rahe the, paani ki awaaz mustaqil roz ki, din khatam hone ka ishaara. Ammi 
makeup table par mirror ke saamne baithi, halki lamp ki roshni chehre par narm parchaaiyan, aks ko dekhti
 ungliyan hairbrush ke kinaare par bina dekhe. 

Gehri soch mein khoi lag rahi, maatha thoda sankoa, honth jode jaise andar ki ladai neend door kar rahi thi. 

Abbu nahane ke dauraan woh dheere khud se baat kar rahi thi, khud ko daantne waali andar ki baat jo dil ki paaki
 aur mazbooti dikhaati bhale pachhtaave se lad rahi ho. 

"Shahida, aaj kya soch kar kiya yeh?" dheere murmmat ki, awaaz saans se thodi upar, dard aur vishwaas nahi se
 bhari apne kaam par. "Us aadmi—Gajendra—ko aise chumne diya, raat mein, khuli jagah par. Ajnabi, shauhar nahi,
 honthon ko chhua. Galat, itna gehra galat—shaadi ke khilaaf gunah, zindagi bhar ke deen ke khilaaf. Hamesha 
wafadaar, pardah, izzat ko sabse qeemti tohfa jaise bachaaya. 


"Kaise ek pal ki meethi baaton, zid bhari taarif ne 
dagmaga diya? Ya ,.' maaf karna; gandi mehsoos ho rahi, jaise Hussain se, pariwar se, apne usoolon se dhokha 
kiya. Gajendra ke shabd zeher the shahad mein lapet kar, aur maine ek pal ke liye andar aane diya. Ab nahi—
mazboot rehna, paak. Isay dil se nikaal do pehle badhe." 

Abbu kuchh minute baad shower se nikle. Unhone turant unki pareshan shakal dekhi, kamre mein circle chalti hui. 

"Shahida, jaan," unhone narmi se kaha, "Aaj raat itni pareshan lag rahi. Kya baat hai? Shopping se aayi tab se chup, 
dinner par bhi, ab yeh—dekhti jaise poori duniya ka bojh. Batao please—hum sab baant te hain, yaad hai? Humare
 beech raaz nahi." 

Abbu: [watch side rakhte] Der se aayi. Gajendra bhai ne safe chhoda? Gift shopping achhi rahi?* 

Ammi: [sur door, dupatta fold karte] Haan… theek. 

Abbu: [khada hokar paas, peeche se narmi se baazu lapet, gardan par halka chuma] Thaki lag rahi. Bistar par aao.
 Aaj raat pakad ke rakhunga. 

[Woh mud kar honthon par chumne jhuke—aadati pyar bhara chumban. Ammi shuru mein aadat se jawaab di, lekin
 honth milte hi dimagh mein Gajendra ka gehra jazbaati chumban aa gaya—cigarette ka maza, tezi, haath jism
 dabate. Gandi, ajeeb mehsoos hui, tez alag hui, haath ke peeche se muh ponchhte hue.] 

Abbu: [ruk kar, hairaan] Shahida? Kya hua? Aise peeche hati jaise jala diya. 

Ammi: [mud kar, maatha malte] Kuchh nahi. Sar dard. 

Abbu: [fikr se] Sar dard? Dinner par nahi kaha. Balm laata hoon. 

Ammi: [sur sakht] Balm nahi chahiye. 

Abbu: [narmi se] Theek... lekin chehra laal. Ghar aane se ajeeb—dinner par chup, khaya bhi kam. Kuchh galat? 

Ammi: [dheere circle chalti] Galat? Nahi. Sab perfect. 

Abbu: [dekhte] Perfect nahi lag rahi. Maatha tez mal rahi. Batao—kya pareshan kar raha? 

Ammi: [tezi se chalti, gussa badhta] Pareshan? Haan pareshan! Poora din daud, bazaar ki bheed, bags utha—ghar
 aayi aur yeh? Teri fikr bhari shakal jaise maine kuchh galat kiya! 

Abbu: [dheere] Galat nahi. Sirf care karta hoon. 

Ammi: [ruk kar, tez] Care? Hamesha questions se care! Jaise main bachchi jo check ki zaroorat. 

Abbu: [shaant] Aisa matlab nahi. Upset lag rahi. 

Ammi: [mud kar, gussa tez] Upset? Damn right upset! Poora din bhaag daud, aur ghar aakar yeh? Teri fikr jaise 
maine gunah kiya! 

Abbu: [narmi se, swear se hairaan] Shahida… zabaan. 

Ammi: [be-sharmi se] Ab zabaan? Apne bedroom mein damn nahi keh sakti? Mujhe nazuk gudiya samajhta jaise
 bura din nahi ho sakta bina tere poochh taachh ke! 






Abbu: [dheere, hairaan] Poochh taachh nahi. Madad karna chahta. 

Ammi: [tez awaaz, circle mein] Madad? Mujhe dekh kar jaise bada raaz chhupa rahi? Door raho! Aaj raat madad 
nahi—sukoon chahiye! 

Abbu: [ab bhi shaant, hairaan] Sukoon? Theek... jagah deta hoon. 

Ammi: [jhatka] Jagah? Sochta yeh theek kar dega? Kabhi kabhi itne be-samajh! 

Abbu: [dheere, dard se] Samajh nahi aa raha... lekin zid nahi karunga. Meri biwi—tum par bhi bharosa. 

Ammi: [tez mud kar, sarcasm] Mujh par bharosa? Yeh achha. Sab par bharosa—mujh par, bachchon par, padosi par,
 random aadmi jo paise aur muskurahat ke saath aaye. Bharosa jaise muft. 

Abbu: [ab bhi shaant, pareshan] Shahida, bharosa achhi cheez. Pariwar ko jodta. Gajendra bhai ne sirf madad ki. 

Ammi: [thandi hansi, chalti] Madad? Aankhen kholo! Woh tumhare liye nahi—kuchh chahta hai. Aise aadmi hamesha
 kuchh chahte. Aur tum plate par sab saj kar dete. 

Abbu: [maatha sankoa] Kuchh chahta? Jaise kya? Shukriya? Kafi kaha. 

Ammi: [tez, be-izzat] Sochta sirf itna? Kabhi kabhi itna stupid! Wolves har taraf, tumhari cheez ke bhuke, aur tum
 baahen khol kar bulaate. 

Abbu: [dard lekin mustaqil] Wolves? Stall? Woh bachaaya. Use criminal bana rahi. 

Ammi: [lagbhag gurraate] Usse bura. Predators bandook se nahi lete—muskurate, madad karte, intezaar. Jab le 
len jo chahte, tumhe pata bhi nahi chalega. Sirf khade reh jaoge sochte sab kaise nikal gaya. 

Abbu: [pareshan lekin mazboot] Nikal gaya? Jaise stall? Bachaaya. Yeh shak band karo—padosi, sakhi aur shist. 

Ammi: [be-izzat, dheemi zeher] Apne naye "dost" ki hifazat jaari rakho. Der se samajh aayega—jab wolf ghoom kar 
maar chuke, jab tum ne bulaaya usse. 

Abbu: [tez tone se hairaan] Wolf phir? Shahida, shaant ho. 

Ammi: [tez, shabd kaat te] Theek, jo chahe maano. Ek din bulaaya predator asli chehra dikhaayega, phir samajh 
aayega warning kyun. Lekin tab der ho jaayegi—jo safe samajhte the woh khatam. 

Abbu: [ruk kar, dard] Shahida, dara rahi. Kaun sa predator? Gajendra bhai ne sirf madad ki. 

Ammi: [karwi hansi] Madad? Itne seedhe. Aankhen band rakho jab wolf ghoom raha. Warning se tang aa gayi jo 
sunta nahi. 

Abbu: [dheere, dard] Sun raha. Lekin sirf gusse mein madadgaar aadmi par. 

Ammi: [aakhri jhatka, frustration se tooti] Phir kuchh mat suno. Main khatam. 

[Ammi achanak dheemi pad gayi, gussa thakan aur gunah mein badla. Bistar par dharam se baithi, sar haathon mein, 
gehri soch—andheri gali ka chumban yaad jal raha, dhokhe ki sharm, Gajendra ki bhookh aur darr.] 

Kuchh minute baad 

Ammi: [dheere, tooti awaaz] Main… maafi. Aise baat nahi karni thi. Shabd nikal aaye. 

Abbu: [paas aaya, narmi se baazu lapeta] Theek hai. Jo kha rahi, nikaal do. Gussa nahi. 

Ammi: [paas tikti, dheere] Aaj raat... khoi hui mehsoos ho rahi. Jaise na-maaf karne waala gunah kiya, jism mein bada
 gunah. Maaf karna itni sakht thi. 

Abbu: [peeth sehlaate] Pehle hi maaf. Sab ke bure pal hote. So jao—kal baat karna chahe to. 

Uske baad Abbu so gaye, saansen shaant, ek baazu takiye par. Ammi thodi der baithi rahi, fikr mein, andhere mein 
khud ko daantti murmmat. 

"Ahmaq aurat... kamzor aur ahmaq. Ek chumban ke liye sab khatre mein kaise daala? Paak kar khud ko; yeh define na
 karne do." 

Aakhir bathroom gayi, thandi tiles paon ke neeche. Teeth brush karte ghour se aks mein dekhti, dheere murmmat 
"Ganda muh—us gunah se maila." Toilet khola, zor se thooka kai baar, baar baar rinse jaise yaad dho daale. 






Unhone teeth char baar brush kiye, mint paste se tez ragad, ek paak hone ka symbolic ritual Gajendra ke saath chhote 
dag ke bawajood paaki aur izzat waapas lene ka—phir saaf mehsoos karne ka, apne bunyaadi usoolon ko pakadne ka. 

Meri feelings uljhi aur bayan karna mushkil—pariwar ke usoolon se dhokha, ammi ki saaf andar ki ladai ka dukh, 
Gajendra ki manipulation par jalti nafrat, aur gehri pareshani ki trusted log itni jaldi aise pehlu kaise chhupa sakte. 

Woh Abbu ke paas ja kar bistar par so gayi 

Agli raat achanak Abbu ko bukhaar chadh aaya—tez tezi se, kahin se nahi, jism thartharaata, kamzori itni ki bistar se uth 
na sakein, shayad bazaar ki dhool, thakan, ya khaya kuchh. 

Gajendra phir ajeeb tarah hamare saath tha, darwaze par aaya jab Abbu ki haalat bigdi, "pariwar ka haal poochhne" 
ke bahane aur turant car mein hospital le jaane ki offer. 

Ammi fikr mein thi, pasandida silk dress pehni—phoolon waali, halke pastel shades mein swirling patterns, figure ko
 lachak se lapet ti, red scarf pardah ke liye. Seena aur gaand bade lage, silk unki natural curves ko ubhaar rahi thi 
graceful lekin noticeable tareeke se. 

Mujhe ammi ko sexualize pasand nahi lekin sach—sundar aur fikr bhari lag rahi thi, Abbu ki cheezein jama karte hue. 

Shak hone laga kya Gajendra ne Abbu ko beemar kiya taaki mauka mile ammi ko alaahda kar unke ikhlaaq bigaadne ka
—lekin soch dafa ki kyunki pakka nahi, saboot nahi, sirf badhte ittifaqon se andheri paranoia. 






Ammi: [dheere, Abbu ka haath sehlaate] Doctor ne kaha infection hai, shayad thakan se. Aaraam aur antibiotics, kuchh
 din mein ghar. 

Abbu: [kamzor muskurahat] Sab ko dara diya. Maafi. 

Ammi: [sar hilate] Maafi mat maango. Bas theek ho jao. 

Abbu: [dheemi awaaz] Jaante ho… Gajendra bhai ne itni tezi se pahunchaya. Jab paidal nahi chal saka to car tak 
uthaaya. Admission fees, tests—sab upfront pay kiya. 

Ammi: [aankhen thodi badi, hairaan] Usne… sab pay kiya? 

Abbu: [dheere sar hilate] Haan. Cashier ne advance maanga, paas kafi nahi tha. Woh aage badha aur sab settle. Kaha 
"family emergency—paise ki fikr mat." 

Ammi: [neeche dekhte, dheemi] Mujhe… nahi pata tha. 

Abbu: [narmi se] Dekha, Shahida? Maine kaha tha—bura nahi. Asli barkat chhupi hui. ,.' ne sahi waqt bheja. 

Ammi: [ruk kar, mukhtalif, phir chup, haath thoda mazboot dabaya] 

[Kuchh minute baad, Gajendra aur main ward mein aaye. Main paani phal ka bag uthaaye. Gajendra hospital shop se 
chhota bouquet laaya.] 






Gajendra: [garam muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum. Hamara mareez kaisa? 

Abbu: [chamakte] Wa alaikum assalam, Gajendra bhai! Bahut behtar. Doctor kehta jaldi ghar. 

Gajendra: [ammi phir abbu dekhte] Achhi khabar. Dara diya, lekin mazboot ho—jaldi theek. 

Abbu: [shukrguzaar] Sab tumhari wajah se. Uthaaya, tezi drive, bills pay… shukriya kaise ada karoon. 

Gajendra: [haal kar] Arre bhai—shukriya nahi. Padosi pariwar. Bas khushi tezi pahunchaaye. 

Ammi: [chup, nazar Abbu ke haath par, mushkil se boli] 

[Main aage, bag neeche rakha bistar ke dusri taraf baitha.] 

Main: [muskurate] Abbu, pehle se behtar lag rahe. Doctor ne bahar bataya—serious nahi. Aaraam karo, jaldi bossing 
waapas. 

Abbu: [kamzor qahqaha] Bossing? Main to gentle hoon. 

Main: [muskurate] Haan Abbu. Phal laaye—kela, seb. Jab mann kare khaana. 

Abbu: [hum teeno dekhte] Dekho—poori team. Gajendra bhai, poora din rehna zaroori nahi tha. 

Gajendra: [foot stool par baithte] Rehna chahta tha. Stable jaane tak nahi ja sakta. 

Main: [sar hilate] Haan, hero aaj. Jaise kuchh weigh nahi karte uthaaya. 

Ammi: [chup, zabardasti chhota sar hilaya kuchh nahi kaha] 

Abbu: [Gajendra ki taraf] Sach bhai—bills… nikalte hi waapas karunga. 

Gajendra: [mazboot lekin meherbaan] Repay ka sochna bhi mat. Health pehle. 

Main: [Abbu ki taraf] Aaraam karo Abbu. Yahan hain. Poori tarah theek ho jaayenge. 

Abbu: [aankhen nam] Sab ke saath... pehle se behtar mehsoos. 

[Ammi zyadatar chup, nazar Abbu par, Gajendra ki nayi "meherbaani" ka bojh aur pehle se bhari.] 

Baad mein, test results ke intezaar mein hospital room mein, maine Ammi ko kaha coke chips vending se laata hoon
—stress mein meri pasandida late-night comfort. 

Phir Gajendra ne Abbu ko goodbye kaha aaraam karne, sur fikr bhara. "Jaldi theek ho Hussain bhai—sab sambhal 
loonga." 

Ammi ki taraf aasani se, "Shahida ko safe ghar chhod doonga—der ki fikr mat." 

Yeh request ammi ko asahaj kiya, chehre par halka gussa—aankhon mein chamak, honth patle pal bhar—lekin Abbu 
roz trusting shukrguzaar, bina jhijhak qubool. "Achha idea bhai—sab shukriya. Shahida, tu bhi aaraam kar; raat yahan
 theek hoon." 

Ammi phansi thi—Abbu ke paas rehna chahti lekin inkaar nahi kar sakti sawaal uthaye bina. Abbu ko goodbye, 
maathe par pyar se chuma, fikr bhari dheemi awaaz. "Aaraam kar jaan—kuchh badle to call. I love you." 

Phir be-dili se Gajendra ke saath nikli, kadam nap tul. 

Main chupke follow kiya, minute baad nikal kar, shaant hospital grounds se raat ki sadkon mein. 

Woh hospital corridor ke bahar pal bhar khade, ilaqa khaali dheemi roshni 11 baje, der mein log nahi, door car ya 
nurse ki awaaz goonjti. 

Ammi chup lekin bahut shist andaaz—shayad thakan, Abbu ki fikr, ya haal ke waqiyaat ka bojh. 

Chalte hue usne haath chhune diya pal bhar, chhota ishaara jo deen mein gunah, ghair mahram mard aurat ke beech
 jismani line jo kabhi cross nahi karni. 

Shayad jaanti thi yeh aadmi zahir mein itna madadgaar fikrmand—hospital drive, stall "bachaaya"—sochne lagi kya 
sach mein uski fikr karta hai, ya Abbu ke bina vulnerability ka faaida utha raha? 

Ammi: [bagal chalti shist se, sur dheemi nap tul] Shukriya Gajendra ji... aaj sab ke liye. Lekin zyada door nahi jaana. 
Der hai, unke paas rehna chahiye. 

Gajendra: [raftaar dheemi, dheemi roshni waali corner mein ruk kar jahaan oonchi deewarein sadak se nazar rokti, 
koi nahi] Der? Hospital shaant—jaldi nahi. Yahan pal bhar khade ho jaayein. Dekha? Itna bura nahi. Pahunchaya, bills
 pay bina soch. Achha aadmi padosi ke liye karta jo kar sakta. 

Ammi: [shist baithi, god mein haath jode, nazar neeche] Haan... bahut meherbaani ki. Zyada se zyada. ,.' barkat 
de. 






Gajendra: [paas baitha, zaroori se zyada, sur garam tasalli] Barkat? Tum barkat waali, Shahida ji. Tum jaise aurat—
wafadaar biwi, fikrmand maa—duniya ki madad deserve. Pehle kitni pareshan thi dekha. Isliye aage badha. Koi 
akela nahi dukhi hona chahiye. 

Ammi: [shist sar hilate, sur mein thodi sakhti] Sach... hum ghabraaye hue the. Lekin itna pay nahi karna tha. Jaldi 
waapas kar denge. Shauhar debt nahi chahte. 

Gajendra: [aasani se taal] Debt? Bhool jao. Tumhari fikr se kiya. Ghar sambhalti, sab ka khayal—shauhar 
khushnaseeb jo qadr karta, lekin kabhi aurat ko extra support chahiye. 

Ammi: [pal chup, gehri soch—shabd shak paida, sach fikr ya khel? Sur shist, sakhti thodi dheemi] Support aaj kal
 nadir. Sahi... barkat. Lekin savdhaan rehna chahiye kis se qubool. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Savdhaan? Sirf achhe irade dikhaaye. Jaise aaj—tezi drive, doctors sambhale. Andar 
tumhare waqt shauhar ke liye dheere dua ki. Itni fikr. 

Ammi: [pal bhar upar dekhi, aur shist] Dua? Socha samajh... kam log aise karte ajnabi ke liye. 

Gajendra: [muskurate, sur narm] Ajnabi? Ab zyada. Dekh yahan itne din ke baad bhi itni sambhali. Barkat waali 
mazbooti... aur sundarta. Aankhen itni gehri, zindagi dekhi lekin narmi baqi. 

Ammi: [halki laali, shist] Sundarta? Is umr mein? Zyada taarif, Gajendra ji. Dusre din waali mat shuru karo. 

Gajendra: [nazar neeche] Taarif? Sach. Muskurahat andheri corridor roshan. Honth... poore, sexy. Raaz dheere 
bolne ya aur ke liye bane. 

Ammi: [pareshan, ruk kar, kya kahe nahi, sakhti lagbhag gayab] Sexy? Gajendra ji... 

Gajendra: [aasani se jaari] Aur figure, dress kaise fit. Woh curves... kamar andar phir bahar poori kamar. Lekin 
seena... poore bhare breasts. Thoda cleavage dikha, bahar jhaankta. Inviting, dhyaan maangte. 

Ammi: [aankhen badi, tezi scarf upar kheench cleavage poori dhak, sur shist lekin sakhti dheere] Please... yeh 
theek nahi. Scarf rush mein sarak gaya. 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Sarak? Ya chhed? Jism art—woh breasts gol, striyatmak. Takiye jaise narm lage. Skin.
.. mulayam, garam. Mard ke khwaabon ki barkat. 

Ammi: [shist, sur aur narm] Kisi ko chhed nahi, shaadi-shuda. Khwaab alag... haqeeqat alag. Dusri baat karein. 
Jaise... tumhara pariwar? Kabhi zikr nahi. 

Gajendra: [peeche tika, nazar ab bhi] Pariwar? Ab sirf main. Maa baap gaye, biwi nahi. Isliye madad karta taaki 
akela na lage. Tum jaise—maujoodgi duniya behtar. Lachak, awaaz... dupatta theek karne ka tareeka bhi. Bina 
koshish sexy. 

Ammi: [phir pareshan, shist] Bina koshish? Koshish pardah ki. 

Gajendra: [sar hilate] Pardah aur magnetic. Gaand bhi—poori, chalte halki hilti. Mard protect karne... aur zyada 
chahta. 

Ammi: [chehra thoda chhupaya] Gajendra ji... jism par bas. Batao—hospital bills ki madad sach mein sirf 
meherbaani? 

Gajendra: [ab gambheer] Meherbaani haan. Lekin dekhta kitna karti sab ke liye. Tum jaise barkat waali paise ki
 fikr nahi karni. Bojh utha loon. 

Ammi: [chup, shist] Sakhaawat. Kabhi zyada. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Kyunki layak ho. Dupatte ke neeche baal—lambe, silky. Har jagah natural allure ki barkat. 

Ammi: [baal chhoo kar be-khudi] Allure? Sirf baal. Andar waapas jaana chahiye. Nurse check kar sakti. 

Gajendra: [saath khada, paas] Ek minute aur. Haath... patli ungliyan... honth. Mere honthon par socho. Chhuan 
se shifa, Shahida ji. 

Ammi: [shist khadi, abhi peeche nahi hati] Shifa? 

Phir paas ke dheemi roshni waale store room mein—shayad supplies ya maintenance, darwaza thoda khula—usne 
narmi lekin mazbooti se andar kheencha, baazu par haath andar le jaate darwaza dheere band click ke saath. 






Jagah boxes shelves se bhari, sirf chhota bulb. Usne pehle bina kahe chuma shuru, honth tezi se dabaye, haath
 kheench paas. 

Ammi shuru mein pareshan mana, seene par haath dhakka. "Ruko—kya kar rahe? Ruko please, nahi." 

Lekin turant mana dheema, wapas chumne lagi, honth jawaab dete bhale aankhon mein ladai, jazbaat tide jaise 
kheench rahe. 







Meri zindagi us pal toot gayi—darwaze ke chhote crack se dekh, yeh na-mumkin nazara sab kuchh tod diya jo
 pariwar, ammi ke baare mein jaanta tha. 

Itna na-mumkin, khwaab jaise jaagne ka intezaar—unka rehem ghalib, shayad andar se maanti thi yeh aadmi 
achha warning ke bawajood, ya shukr mana attraction se mil kar—lekin jaanta tha dil se bigdi nahi; yeh gehra 
dagmagaahat, insaani kamzori vulnerability ke pal mein. 

Kyun chum rahi thi? Hairat dimagh mein wajahen ghumti: zid "madad" se indebted mehsoos, taarif stressed 
zindagi mein khali jagah bhar, routine saalon baad attention ka thrill, fikr ko mohabbat samajh—lekin jaanta tha
 core mein bigdi nahi; gehra lapse, insaani kamzori pal mein. 

Phir chumban rok, saansen bhari dheere "Kar Shahida, honth istemal kar" 

Ammi pakki nahi, thoda peeche wide eyes. "Matlab? Main... nahi kar sakti—yahan bhi nahi hona tha." 

Usne narmi se urgaaya, kandhon par haath. "Ghutne tek—bharosa, theek natural lagega." 

Jhijhki, awaaz kaamp. "Zyada hai—please, mat maango." 

Phir ghutne tekne kaha, sur urgaane waala. "Chalo—sab ke baad, sirf yeh." 

"Mat karaao," dheere, ladai saaf. "Galat—pariwar, shauhar." 

Usne dheere guilt diya. "Sab kiya—stall, aaj hospital? Connection mehsoos karti—mana mat." 

Phir ammi dheere ghutne teki, sakht floor par, sar ab trouser zipper jitna ooncha, upar dekhti gehri bhaun, 
pareshani pachhtaawa ladte chehre par. 

Nahi pata ammi mein kya ghusa—pal ki gandagi se possessed? Jazbaat mila jula—gunah desire se takraata, natije
 ka darr shabdon ke kheench se, Abbu ki wafadaari mana thrill se, shukr andhera mein mor. 

Usne trouser kholne kaha. "Chalo—khaas banaaye." 

"Mat karaao—please, pariwar socho," minnat dheere, haath kaamp. 

Usne chhuan se tasalli. "Asli mehsoos—maan lo. Yeh hum, niji." 






Ammi ne trouser utaarna shuru belt se, ungliyan ladkhadaati disbelief mein uski bigness dekh, dheere saans, hairat
 aur kuchh mila. 

"Saan kyun?" poochha, dheemi awaaz. 

Ammi ghinaune sawaalon se bachti. "Mat— bas... nahi." 

Dheere kaha, "Kuchh mehsoos... bayan nahi kar sakti." 

Usne zid. "Sach mein kya?" 

"Main... aisi position mein kabhi nahi," maana, chhoti awaaz. 

Usne tasalli. "Theek—jab tayyar tayyar. Dheere karenge." 






Main bhaag gaya kyunki jo hone waala witness nahi karna tha, crack se daud, corridors se, dil zor se—gussa aur kuchh
 bayan na kar saku, shayad gehra dukh ya pariwar tootne ka darr. 



 

[Khula Saand]

Outstanding descriptions. Awesome and amazing writing

[Nadia Qureshi]

Superb writings with marvelous dedication. Hats off.

[Durdhorsho Pamela]

Chamatkar update