05-02-2025, 11:34 PM
Meri Maa Ke Chhupe Raaz
Bhaari sheher Mumbai mein, jahan sadkein zindagi se bhari hain aur sadak ke khane ki khushboo hawa mein lehrati hai, meri teen logon ki parivaar ek sadaran apartment mein rehta tha.
Mere pitaji, Rohit Gupta, ek samarpit 45 saal ke vyakti the jo ek nazdik ki chhoti si company mein kaam karte the, jahan zyada paisa nahi milta tha, jabki meri maa, Pooja Gupta, 40 saal ki thi aur hamare mohalle ki sabse khoobsurat aurat thi.
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Uski khoobsurati sirf uske komal chehre mein nahi thi, balki uski garam muskurahat aur uski hansi ne hamare ghar ko bhara hota tha.
Maa ka sharir thoda motapa tha, unki naram, gol breasts aur badi gaand the jo aisa lagta tha ki unmein apni hi zindagi hai, thodi si jhijhakhti waqt jab wo chalti. Wo dekhne layak thi, aur ye koi surprise nahi tha ki kai production companies unhe model banne ke liye bulati thi.
Lekin, maa hamesha unhe mana karti thi, khud par sahi hone aur aisi tarah se apni body ko pradarshit nahi karte hue.
Zyada tar din, aap unhe ghar par paate, khush dimaag se rang-birange scarf aur sweater banaate hue, unki ungliyaan phelti hui dori par kaam karti thi. Unhe apne haathon se kuch sundar banana pasand tha, aur main unki is baat ki kadar karta tha. Zindagi aasan aur meethi thi jab tak ek din, sab kuch badal gaya.
Pitaji ek badi muskurahat ke saath ghar aaye, yah bataate hue ki unhe shehar ke bahar ek naukri ka offer mila hai. Ye acchi salary ka tha, aur woh cheh mahine ke liye chale ja rahe the. Maa bahut khush thi; ye woh mauka tha jiska intezaar unhone kiya tha. Unhe apne pitaji ke liye sabse accha chahiye tha aur is khabar ke liye woh khush thi.
Agle din, humne pitaji ke kapde pack kiye, aur main dekh raha tha ki maa ki aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi jab hum unka vidayi tayar kar rahe the. Humne unhe bus station tak chhoda, aur jab bus chal gayi, maine alvida kaha, apne mann mein garv aur udasi ka mishran mehsoos karte hue.
Un dinon ke turant baad, zindagi jaise chali gayi. Maa aur main pitaji se phone par baatcheet karte rahe, aur unhe unke liye sach mein khush dekha. Wo aksar muskurati jab wo unse baat karti, unki hansi hamare ghar mein goonjti. Lekin phir, ek naya adhyaya shuru hua jab ek aadmi, Vinay, khali ghar mein rehne aaya.
Vinay kareeb 55 saal ka tha, ek mazboot sharir ke saath jo mehnat bhari zindagi ki nishani thi. Usne haal hi mein talaak liya tha, aur jabki main usse zyada nahi baat karta tha, kabhi kabhi uske darwaze ke paas se guzar kar use namaste keh deti thi.
Wo aksar bahar bina shirt ke baithta tha, garm Mumbai ki dhoop ka aanand lete hue. Main dekhta ki usme ek alag hi akarshan hai, lekin maine is par zyada nahi socha jab tak ek din sab kuch badal gaya.
Ek dopahar, jab main bahar baithak raha tha, Vinay uncle meri homework mein meri madad kar rahe the. Hum apni baatcheet mein masroof the jab maine dekha maa bazaar se apni shopping bags ke saath wapas aa rahi hain. Main kood kar unki taraf bhaaga, unhe gale lagate hue.
“Maa! Aap aa gayi!” Maine kaha, khushi ki lehar mere andar mehsoos karte hue.
“Namaste, Kabir! Kya mere bags mein madad kar sakte ho?” unhone jawab diya, unki awaaz garmi aur bulane wali thi.
Jab hum apne ghar ke nazdeek aaye, Vinay uncle ne maa ko dekha aur khade ho gaye, unke chehre par muskurahat fail gayi. Main dekh sakta tha kaise wo unhe dekh rahe the, nazar unki breasts par ruk gayi, aur isne mujhe bechain kar diya. Maa, unki nazar mehsoos karte hue, apne saree ko apne seene ko dhakne ke liye instinctively theek kiya, ek subtle bhavna jo bahut kuch bata rahi thi.
Vinay: (Pooja ko dekhte hue) Ah, aap toh Kabir ki maa hain!
Mummy: (thodi sharmaate hue) Haan, wohi toh hoon. Main Pooja hoon.
Vinay: (khaade hote hue aur haath badhate hue) Aapse milke accha laga, Pooja. Main Vinay, aapka naye padosi. Abhi abhi agle ghar mein aaya hoon.
Mummy: (unka haath thaamte hue, thodi sharmaate hue) Aapse milke accha laga, Vinay.
Vinay: (garam muskurahat ke saath) Maine Kabir se aapke baare mein kaafi suna hai. Wo aapse hamesha baatein karta hai.
Mummy: (muskurate hue, thodi pareshani se) Oh, sach mein? Mujhe ummeed hai sab acchi baatein hain.
Vinay: (hanskar) Bilkul! Usne kaha aap mohalle ki sabse achi cook ho. Shayad mujhe uss par vishwas karna pade.
Mummy: (halka hanskar) Toh main apni poori koshish karti hoon. Cooking meri pasandida cheezein mein se ek hai.
Vinay: (porch railing par jhukhte hue) Yeh sun kar accha laga. Mujhe kuch cooking tips chahiye. Main kitchen mein sabse accha nahi hoon, sach kahun toh.
Mummy: (sharmate hue) Yeh bas practice ki baat hai. Agar aap chahen toh main aapko kuch aasaan recipes dikha sakti hoon.
Vinay: (utsaah se) Yeh toh badiya hoga! Shayad hum kabhi cooking session rakhein.
Mummy: (sharmaate hue) Yeh toh accha lagega, lekin mujhe nahi pata kya main acchi teacher hoon.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Mujhe pura vishwas hai aap bhaut badiya karengi. Aur, cooking karte waqt kuch saath hona accha lagega.
Mummy: (niche dekhte hue, thoda sharmaati) Haan, yeh accha rahega.
Vinay: (unki sharm ko mehsoos karte hue) Toh, aap is mohalle mein kitne samay se reh rahi hain?
Mummy: (apne vichar ikattha karte hue) Oh, hum yahan pichle paanch saal se hain. Yeh toh sach mein ek sundar jagah hai.
Vinay: (sarhane lagte hue) Main dekh sakta hoon. Sab log dosti bhare lagte hain. Main sabse milne ka intezaar kar raha hoon.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Aap jald hi fit ho jayenge. Thodi der toh dijiye.
Vinay: (mazak karte hue) Main ummeed karta hoon! Lekin, mujhe guide ki zarurat bhi ho sakti hai.
Mummy: (halka hanskar) Main ismein madad kar sakti hoon.
Vinay: (thoda jhukkar) Toh, Pooja, aap apne free time mein kya karti hain?
Mummy: (thoda jhijhak karte hue) Well, mujhe knitting karna aur Kabir ke saath waqt bitana accha lagta hai. Isse main busy rehti hoon.
Vinay: (ruchi se) Knitting? Yeh toh impressive hai! Maine kabhi isse seekha nahi.
Mummy: (sharmate hue) Yeh koi mushkil nahi hai. Bas thoda patience chahiye hota hai.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Main iski kadar karta hoon. Aapke haathon se kuch banana kitna accha hota hoga.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, yeh sach mein relaxing hota hai.
Vinay: (samay dekhte hue) Toh, main nahi chahata ki main aapko aapke din se rokaun.
Mummy: (apne ghadi ko dekhte hue) Oh, aap sahi keh rahe hain! Mujhe Kabir ke liye dinner banana hai.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Of course! Aapse milkar achha laga, Pooja. Ummeed hai hum jaldi phir se baat kar sakte hain.
Mummy: (muskurate hue, thodi aaram se) Haan, mujhe yeh accha lagega.
Vinay: (jaate hue haath hilaate hue) Khayal rakhiye, aur agar aapko kuch chahiye ho toh bina jhijhak aaye.
Mummy: (haath hilaate hue) Dhanyavaad, Vinay! Aap bhi!
Maa jab hamare apartment ki taraf wapas chal rahi thi, tab maine dekha kuch aur, Vinay uncle, apne kursi par baithkar unhe ghoor se dekh rahe the.
Unki nazar unke bade gaand par thi, jo unki saree par zyada prabhav daal rahe the. Maa ke गांड size 42 ke the, jo unhe aam se bada dikhate the, aur unmein ek tarah ki naramta thi jo dono sukhad aur akarshak thi.
Jab wo chali, unke haath thode jhijhakte huye chale, ek natural gati jo Vinay ko mohit kar rahi thi. Main dekh raha tha kaise unki aankhein unke gaand ke curvies par lagatar rahi.
Us pal, mujhe ajeeb si bhavna mehsoos hui. Ek taraf, main apni maa aur unki khoobsurti par garv mehsoos kar raha tha, lekin doosri taraf, Vinay uncle ke nazar se wo dekhne par mujhe kuch ajeeb lag raha tha.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo mohit hue hain, ek aise pal mein kho gaye jo meri pasand ke liye zyada nazar ka tha. Main hamesha apni maa ko ek garam aur pyaar bhari shakal se dekh raha tha, aur sochta tha ki jo koi dusra unhe aise dekh raha hai, wo kuch negative hai aur mujhe bechain kar raha tha.
Raat ko jab maa farsh saaf kar rahi thi aur main TV dekh raha tha, unhone mujhe poocha:
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte huye) Toh, Kabir, ye Vinay hain kaun?
Main: (TV se dekhtay huye) Oh, wo toh hamare naye padosi hain. Abhi abhi agle ghar mein aaye hain.
Mummy: (jaankari se) Sach mein? Aapko unke baare mein kya pata hai?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Zyada nahi. Wo kareeb 55 saal ke hain, mazboot dikh rahe hain, aur haal hi mein talaak liya hai.
Mummy: (saaf karte hue rukte hue) Talaak? Yeh toh dilchasp hai. Kya unhone apne baare mein kuch aur kaha?
Main: (sochte hue) Bas itna hi ki wo bas nayi jagah par set hone ki koshish kar rahe hain.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Samajh gayi. Kya unke paas koi parivaar hai paas?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Nahi, mujhe nahi lagta. Wo akela hain.
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte hue, unki jagah jyangy aur bada vichar karti) Yeh unke liye mushkil hoga. Wo kaisa lag rahe hain? Dosti bhare?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, wo acche lagte hain. Wo mujhe hamesha homework mein madad karte hain.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Yeh toh acchi baat hai. Kya unhone kaha ki wo kya karte hain?
Main: (sochte hue) Haan, unhone kaha wo ek businessman hain.
Mummy: (deewar ke saath jhukti hue, ruchi se) Businessman? Yeh toh dilchasp hai. Wo kis prakar ka business karte hain?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Mujhe nahi pata. Unhone zyada details nahi di, par wo aise lag rahe the jaise unhe pata hai kya kehna hai.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Hmm, dilchasp. Aapko unki kya rai hai?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Wo theek lagte hain. Bas ek aam aadmi, mere khayal se.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Yeh toh acchi baat hai. Accha padosi hona zaroori hai.
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, mujhe lagta hai wo bilkul fit hote hain.
Mummy: (jaankari se) Toh, kya aap unse zyada baat karte hain?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Bas thodi bahut. Wo dosti bhare lage, lekin.
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte hue, jaankari badhati) Main jaan na chahti hoon wo is mohalle mein kaisa adjust kar rahe hain.
Main: (muskurate hue) Mujhe lagta hai wo theek kar rahe hain. Wo sabko jaanne ki koshish karte hain. Maa, mujhe lagta hai Vinay Uncle achhe vyakti hain, kya hum unhe chai par bulane ka soch sakte hain?
Mummy: (hanskar) Toh agar aap unse phir milte hain, toh shayad aap unhe chai par bulane ka keh sakte hain.
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Zaroor, main yeh kar sakta hoon!
Phir ek din shaam ko, main Vinay uncle ke ghar gaya aur unse kaha ki humne unhe apne ghar chai par bulane ka socha hai, unhone yeh sun kar khushi mehsoos ki.
Bhaari sheher Mumbai mein, jahan sadkein zindagi se bhari hain aur sadak ke khane ki khushboo hawa mein lehrati hai, meri teen logon ki parivaar ek sadaran apartment mein rehta tha.
Mere pitaji, Rohit Gupta, ek samarpit 45 saal ke vyakti the jo ek nazdik ki chhoti si company mein kaam karte the, jahan zyada paisa nahi milta tha, jabki meri maa, Pooja Gupta, 40 saal ki thi aur hamare mohalle ki sabse khoobsurat aurat thi.
Uski khoobsurati sirf uske komal chehre mein nahi thi, balki uski garam muskurahat aur uski hansi ne hamare ghar ko bhara hota tha.
Maa ka sharir thoda motapa tha, unki naram, gol breasts aur badi gaand the jo aisa lagta tha ki unmein apni hi zindagi hai, thodi si jhijhakhti waqt jab wo chalti. Wo dekhne layak thi, aur ye koi surprise nahi tha ki kai production companies unhe model banne ke liye bulati thi.
Lekin, maa hamesha unhe mana karti thi, khud par sahi hone aur aisi tarah se apni body ko pradarshit nahi karte hue.
Zyada tar din, aap unhe ghar par paate, khush dimaag se rang-birange scarf aur sweater banaate hue, unki ungliyaan phelti hui dori par kaam karti thi. Unhe apne haathon se kuch sundar banana pasand tha, aur main unki is baat ki kadar karta tha. Zindagi aasan aur meethi thi jab tak ek din, sab kuch badal gaya.
Pitaji ek badi muskurahat ke saath ghar aaye, yah bataate hue ki unhe shehar ke bahar ek naukri ka offer mila hai. Ye acchi salary ka tha, aur woh cheh mahine ke liye chale ja rahe the. Maa bahut khush thi; ye woh mauka tha jiska intezaar unhone kiya tha. Unhe apne pitaji ke liye sabse accha chahiye tha aur is khabar ke liye woh khush thi.
Agle din, humne pitaji ke kapde pack kiye, aur main dekh raha tha ki maa ki aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi jab hum unka vidayi tayar kar rahe the. Humne unhe bus station tak chhoda, aur jab bus chal gayi, maine alvida kaha, apne mann mein garv aur udasi ka mishran mehsoos karte hue.
Un dinon ke turant baad, zindagi jaise chali gayi. Maa aur main pitaji se phone par baatcheet karte rahe, aur unhe unke liye sach mein khush dekha. Wo aksar muskurati jab wo unse baat karti, unki hansi hamare ghar mein goonjti. Lekin phir, ek naya adhyaya shuru hua jab ek aadmi, Vinay, khali ghar mein rehne aaya.
Vinay kareeb 55 saal ka tha, ek mazboot sharir ke saath jo mehnat bhari zindagi ki nishani thi. Usne haal hi mein talaak liya tha, aur jabki main usse zyada nahi baat karta tha, kabhi kabhi uske darwaze ke paas se guzar kar use namaste keh deti thi.
Wo aksar bahar bina shirt ke baithta tha, garm Mumbai ki dhoop ka aanand lete hue. Main dekhta ki usme ek alag hi akarshan hai, lekin maine is par zyada nahi socha jab tak ek din sab kuch badal gaya.
Ek dopahar, jab main bahar baithak raha tha, Vinay uncle meri homework mein meri madad kar rahe the. Hum apni baatcheet mein masroof the jab maine dekha maa bazaar se apni shopping bags ke saath wapas aa rahi hain. Main kood kar unki taraf bhaaga, unhe gale lagate hue.
“Maa! Aap aa gayi!” Maine kaha, khushi ki lehar mere andar mehsoos karte hue.
“Namaste, Kabir! Kya mere bags mein madad kar sakte ho?” unhone jawab diya, unki awaaz garmi aur bulane wali thi.
Jab hum apne ghar ke nazdeek aaye, Vinay uncle ne maa ko dekha aur khade ho gaye, unke chehre par muskurahat fail gayi. Main dekh sakta tha kaise wo unhe dekh rahe the, nazar unki breasts par ruk gayi, aur isne mujhe bechain kar diya. Maa, unki nazar mehsoos karte hue, apne saree ko apne seene ko dhakne ke liye instinctively theek kiya, ek subtle bhavna jo bahut kuch bata rahi thi.
Vinay: (Pooja ko dekhte hue) Ah, aap toh Kabir ki maa hain!
Mummy: (thodi sharmaate hue) Haan, wohi toh hoon. Main Pooja hoon.
Vinay: (khaade hote hue aur haath badhate hue) Aapse milke accha laga, Pooja. Main Vinay, aapka naye padosi. Abhi abhi agle ghar mein aaya hoon.
Mummy: (unka haath thaamte hue, thodi sharmaate hue) Aapse milke accha laga, Vinay.
Vinay: (garam muskurahat ke saath) Maine Kabir se aapke baare mein kaafi suna hai. Wo aapse hamesha baatein karta hai.
Mummy: (muskurate hue, thodi pareshani se) Oh, sach mein? Mujhe ummeed hai sab acchi baatein hain.
Vinay: (hanskar) Bilkul! Usne kaha aap mohalle ki sabse achi cook ho. Shayad mujhe uss par vishwas karna pade.
Mummy: (halka hanskar) Toh main apni poori koshish karti hoon. Cooking meri pasandida cheezein mein se ek hai.
Vinay: (porch railing par jhukhte hue) Yeh sun kar accha laga. Mujhe kuch cooking tips chahiye. Main kitchen mein sabse accha nahi hoon, sach kahun toh.
Mummy: (sharmate hue) Yeh bas practice ki baat hai. Agar aap chahen toh main aapko kuch aasaan recipes dikha sakti hoon.
Vinay: (utsaah se) Yeh toh badiya hoga! Shayad hum kabhi cooking session rakhein.
Mummy: (sharmaate hue) Yeh toh accha lagega, lekin mujhe nahi pata kya main acchi teacher hoon.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Mujhe pura vishwas hai aap bhaut badiya karengi. Aur, cooking karte waqt kuch saath hona accha lagega.
Mummy: (niche dekhte hue, thoda sharmaati) Haan, yeh accha rahega.
Vinay: (unki sharm ko mehsoos karte hue) Toh, aap is mohalle mein kitne samay se reh rahi hain?
Mummy: (apne vichar ikattha karte hue) Oh, hum yahan pichle paanch saal se hain. Yeh toh sach mein ek sundar jagah hai.
Vinay: (sarhane lagte hue) Main dekh sakta hoon. Sab log dosti bhare lagte hain. Main sabse milne ka intezaar kar raha hoon.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Aap jald hi fit ho jayenge. Thodi der toh dijiye.
Vinay: (mazak karte hue) Main ummeed karta hoon! Lekin, mujhe guide ki zarurat bhi ho sakti hai.
Mummy: (halka hanskar) Main ismein madad kar sakti hoon.
Vinay: (thoda jhukkar) Toh, Pooja, aap apne free time mein kya karti hain?
Mummy: (thoda jhijhak karte hue) Well, mujhe knitting karna aur Kabir ke saath waqt bitana accha lagta hai. Isse main busy rehti hoon.
Vinay: (ruchi se) Knitting? Yeh toh impressive hai! Maine kabhi isse seekha nahi.
Mummy: (sharmate hue) Yeh koi mushkil nahi hai. Bas thoda patience chahiye hota hai.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Main iski kadar karta hoon. Aapke haathon se kuch banana kitna accha hota hoga.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, yeh sach mein relaxing hota hai.
Vinay: (samay dekhte hue) Toh, main nahi chahata ki main aapko aapke din se rokaun.
Mummy: (apne ghadi ko dekhte hue) Oh, aap sahi keh rahe hain! Mujhe Kabir ke liye dinner banana hai.
Vinay: (muskurate hue) Of course! Aapse milkar achha laga, Pooja. Ummeed hai hum jaldi phir se baat kar sakte hain.
Mummy: (muskurate hue, thodi aaram se) Haan, mujhe yeh accha lagega.
Vinay: (jaate hue haath hilaate hue) Khayal rakhiye, aur agar aapko kuch chahiye ho toh bina jhijhak aaye.
Mummy: (haath hilaate hue) Dhanyavaad, Vinay! Aap bhi!
Maa jab hamare apartment ki taraf wapas chal rahi thi, tab maine dekha kuch aur, Vinay uncle, apne kursi par baithkar unhe ghoor se dekh rahe the.
Unki nazar unke bade gaand par thi, jo unki saree par zyada prabhav daal rahe the. Maa ke गांड size 42 ke the, jo unhe aam se bada dikhate the, aur unmein ek tarah ki naramta thi jo dono sukhad aur akarshak thi.
Jab wo chali, unke haath thode jhijhakte huye chale, ek natural gati jo Vinay ko mohit kar rahi thi. Main dekh raha tha kaise unki aankhein unke gaand ke curvies par lagatar rahi.
Us pal, mujhe ajeeb si bhavna mehsoos hui. Ek taraf, main apni maa aur unki khoobsurti par garv mehsoos kar raha tha, lekin doosri taraf, Vinay uncle ke nazar se wo dekhne par mujhe kuch ajeeb lag raha tha.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo mohit hue hain, ek aise pal mein kho gaye jo meri pasand ke liye zyada nazar ka tha. Main hamesha apni maa ko ek garam aur pyaar bhari shakal se dekh raha tha, aur sochta tha ki jo koi dusra unhe aise dekh raha hai, wo kuch negative hai aur mujhe bechain kar raha tha.
Raat ko jab maa farsh saaf kar rahi thi aur main TV dekh raha tha, unhone mujhe poocha:
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte huye) Toh, Kabir, ye Vinay hain kaun?
Main: (TV se dekhtay huye) Oh, wo toh hamare naye padosi hain. Abhi abhi agle ghar mein aaye hain.
Mummy: (jaankari se) Sach mein? Aapko unke baare mein kya pata hai?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Zyada nahi. Wo kareeb 55 saal ke hain, mazboot dikh rahe hain, aur haal hi mein talaak liya hai.
Mummy: (saaf karte hue rukte hue) Talaak? Yeh toh dilchasp hai. Kya unhone apne baare mein kuch aur kaha?
Main: (sochte hue) Bas itna hi ki wo bas nayi jagah par set hone ki koshish kar rahe hain.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Samajh gayi. Kya unke paas koi parivaar hai paas?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Nahi, mujhe nahi lagta. Wo akela hain.
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte hue, unki jagah jyangy aur bada vichar karti) Yeh unke liye mushkil hoga. Wo kaisa lag rahe hain? Dosti bhare?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, wo acche lagte hain. Wo mujhe hamesha homework mein madad karte hain.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Yeh toh acchi baat hai. Kya unhone kaha ki wo kya karte hain?
Main: (sochte hue) Haan, unhone kaha wo ek businessman hain.
Mummy: (deewar ke saath jhukti hue, ruchi se) Businessman? Yeh toh dilchasp hai. Wo kis prakar ka business karte hain?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Mujhe nahi pata. Unhone zyada details nahi di, par wo aise lag rahe the jaise unhe pata hai kya kehna hai.
Mummy: (sar hilaate hue) Hmm, dilchasp. Aapko unki kya rai hai?
Main: (kandhe hilaate hue) Wo theek lagte hain. Bas ek aam aadmi, mere khayal se.
Mummy: (muskurate hue) Yeh toh acchi baat hai. Accha padosi hona zaroori hai.
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Haan, mujhe lagta hai wo bilkul fit hote hain.
Mummy: (jaankari se) Toh, kya aap unse zyada baat karte hain?
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Bas thodi bahut. Wo dosti bhare lage, lekin.
Mummy: (farsh saaf karte hue, jaankari badhati) Main jaan na chahti hoon wo is mohalle mein kaisa adjust kar rahe hain.
Main: (muskurate hue) Mujhe lagta hai wo theek kar rahe hain. Wo sabko jaanne ki koshish karte hain. Maa, mujhe lagta hai Vinay Uncle achhe vyakti hain, kya hum unhe chai par bulane ka soch sakte hain?
Mummy: (hanskar) Toh agar aap unse phir milte hain, toh shayad aap unhe chai par bulane ka keh sakte hain.
Main: (sar hilaate hue) Zaroor, main yeh kar sakta hoon!
Phir ek din shaam ko, main Vinay uncle ke ghar gaya aur unse kaha ki humne unhe apne ghar chai par bulane ka socha hai, unhone yeh sun kar khushi mehsoos ki.
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