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Chapter 8
Jab Doctor Bhargava ne us din quick results ki baat ki thi, toh mujhe nahi laga tha ki sab kuch itna quick bhi ho sakta hai. Pehle do-teen din toh maine socha shayad main pagal ho rahi hoon.
Subah uthti toh aisa lagta jaise raat bhar koi mere andar kuch badal gaya ho. Subah uth kar apne aap ko mehsoos karti toh aisa lagta main hallucinate kar rahi hu. Pehle din yeh socha ki shayad meri neend poori nahi hui. Doosre din socha shayad bukhar aa raha hai. Teesre din... teesre din maine apne baalon ka ek strand pakad kar measure kiya.
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Aadha centimeter! Ek raat mein. Main mirror ke saamne khadi rahi us strand ko pakde hue. Scissors bhi uthayi apne baal kaatne ke liye par phir ruk gayi.
College mein jo hua woh alag hi tha. Attendance ke time par jab teacher ne mere naam "Kanak" pukara, mere muh se "Present" sunte hi poori class ki hasi chhoot gayi.
Meri awaaz... woh meri awaaz nahi thi. Kuch ajeeb, squeaky sa nikal gaya tha. Jaise koi radio ki frequency theek se tune nahi ho rahi ho. Maine apna muh band kar liya aur nazar neeche kar li. Kuch log abhi bhi hans rahe they, kuch curious hokar dekh rahe they.
Ghar aakar akele khadi hokar maine kayi baar dheere se "hello" kehte hue bolne ki practice ki. Apni hi awaaz sun kar ajeeb sa lag raha tha, na poori tarah woh purani awaaz, aur na hi ladkiyon jaisi. Beech mein kahin atki hui. Jaise mere andar koi taar toot raha ho aur doosra abhi bana nahi tha.
Kapde bhi ab ajeeb lag rahe they. Wohi purani t-shirts, wohi jeans, par jaise woh mere liye bane hi nahi they. Fabric kuch alag jagahon par khinch raha tha. Mere bade hote curves aur lambe hote baalon ko chhupana har roz aur bhi mushkil hota jaa raha tha.
Riya ne bhi mujhse poochna chaha, "Tu theek hai na?"
Par maine use kuch jyada details nahi batayi, bahut hi ajeeb sa lag raha tha usse bhi kuch bhi share karna.
Bas ek-do baar beech mein Raj ka phone aaya tha poochne ke liye ki main kaisi hoon. Maine unhe jyada kuch nahi bataya, bas yehi ki doctor ki di hui medicines se transformation kafi jaldi shuru ho gaya tha.
Yeh poora transformation apne saath jo physical pain laaya tha woh ek alag hi level ka tha. "Level sabke niklenge" wala meme yaad aa gaya.
Doctor ne bataya tha fatigue, headaches. Par yeh toh... yeh toh poore shareer mein buri tarah dard hone laga tha. Jaise poora shareer fir se reshape ho raha ho.
Mere jabdon mein dard hota - jaisa ki daant hil rahe hon, par hil nahi rahe they. Aisa lag raha tha meri jawline badal kar thodi gol aur soft ho rahi ho. Chin pe haath rakhti toh ajeeb sa lagta.
Kamar aur ke dono taraf lagatar ek dard sa rehta. Aisa lagta tha jaise meri skin ke neeche koi garam magnetic field chal raha ho, jo meri bones ko andar hi andar kahin se kheech aur kahin se daba raha ho.
Seena toh pehle se hi kafi sensitive tha, par ab seedha kapda bhi touch kare toh ek sharp pain hota. Sone ke liye koi bhi position comfortable nahi bachi thi. Main subah uthti toh neend na milne ki wajah se already thaki hui aur chidchidi hoti.
Do hafte ke mark tak toh ye transformation aur bhi tez hota chala gaya. Mere baal badh kar meri chin tak pahuchne lage they. Aur baaki body ka toh poocho hi mat.
Mujhe ab apne kamre se bahar nikalte bhi sharam aane lagi thi. Apne hi ghar mein rehna, Dad ya Vishal ke saamne aana kafi uncomfortable sa lag raha tha.
Ek raat toh mujhe aisa mehsoos hua jaise koi darwaze ke paas khada mujhe jhaank kar dekh raha ho. Maine aadhi khuli aankhon se dekha - mere kamre ka darwaza thoda khula hua tha, aur us dheemi roshni mein kisi jaane pehchaane ki chhaaya thi. Maine zara sa uthte hue us taraf apna sar ghumaya aur ab wahan koi nahi tha.
Shayad yeh medicines mujhe sab hallucinate karwa rahi thi. Par us raat ke baad maine apne kamre ka darwaza hamesha lock karna shuru kar diya.
Dad ka reaction toh kafi jyada unexpected sa tha, ya shayad expected, pata nahi. Mujhe apne room se aawaz aa rahi thi jab woh Raj se zor ki aawaz mein baat kar rahe they. Main Raj ki aawaz toh nahi sun sakti thi par mujhe yakeen tha woh apne calm andaaz mein Dad ko jawaab de rahe they.
Dad unse pooch rahe they ki yeh kaisa naya treatment shuru karwa diya tha unhone mera, jisme main itni badal gayi. Par Dad ko mere liye concern se jyada shayad logo ki fiqr thi, ki agar woh mujhe aise dekhenge toh kya kahenge. Woh is building mein rehne layak nahi rahenge.
Kuch der baad unhone phone rakha aur woh Mom se baat karne lage. Main dhyan se apne kamre se unki baatein sun rahi thi.
"Kya keh raha tha Raj? Use pata hai ki Kanika kitni pareshaan hai." Mom ki aawaz mein thoda impatience tha.
"Woh pareshaan hai ya hum?" Dad ka wohi typical response aaya. "Usne toh already baat kar li thi Raj se."
"Woh aise kaise hame bataye bina use kisi doctor ke paas le gaya?" Mom alag hi tareeke se pareshaan ho rahi thi.
"Woh ab uski honi wali wife hai. Woh jo marzi kare uske saath. Par haan use hamara sochna chahiye tha. Meri image, Vishal ke friends, kya kahenge sab."
"Par shaadi ka matlab yeh toh nahi ki Kanika hamari kuch nahi ab."
Dad bilkul chup ho gaye aur phir thodi der ke baad bole, "Usne GK wale mein move karne ka offer diya hai. Movers bhi arrange karwa dega. Mere khayal se shaadi tak wahin shift karna better hoga."
"Par aise kaise poora ghar utha kar..."
"Toh tum hi samjhayo logon ki tumhare ghar mein reh rahi yeh ladki kaun hai aur tumhare bete ko achanak kya hua." Dad ne bhadakte hue kaha.
"Wahan se sab kaise hoga? Aapka office, Vishal aur Kanika ka college? Yahan se sab paas hai."
"Usko filhaal college jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Raj ne kaha hai ki woh principal se baat kar lega."
"Par..."
"Par war kuch nahi, maine keh diya na bas. Packing start karo."
Poori conversation sunte hi mere mann mein ek ajeeb si halchal hone lagi. Hum log Raj ke flat mein shift hone wale they, aur main ghar mein kaid. Yeh transformation toh mujh par pehle se bhi jyada restrictions le aaya tha. Ab lag raha tha isse pehle hi sab theek tha.
Chaar paanch din baad movers aur packers hamare ghar mein shifting ke liye aa gaye they. Jab baaki saara ghar pack ho raha tha toh Mom ne mujhe ek kamre mein kaid kar diya. Is beech maine jaldi se apna saara sensitive samaan - medicines, kapde, under garments, books, sab ek bag mein pack karke rakh li. Main nahi chahti thi unhe koi bhi haath lagaye. Na toh mom aur packing wale log toh bilkul bhi nahi.
Jab woh mere kamre tak pahuche, Mom ne unhe thoda break lene ke liye bolte hue mujhe apne kamre mein shift kar diya. Aisa lag raha tha jaise woh mujhe har kisi se chhupana chahte they. Par pata nahi woh is sab mein kitna kamyaab hone wale they.
Shaam ko mujhe Vishal ki ek badi si tshirt aur ek hat pehna kar neeche gaadi tak le jaya gaya. Mom, Dad aur Vishal mujhe aise ghere hue they jaise main koi celebrity hoon. Ya koi ajeeb jaanwar jise logon ki nazar se bachana tha.
Car mein aage Dad drive kar rahe they, Mom passenger seat par. Peeche Vishal aur main. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko dekha. Dono ke muh ban gaye. Maine turant khidki ki taraf dekha. Hum chaaro kuch nahi bol rahe they, bas gaadi ke chalne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Phir Vishal ne achanak se poocha, "Baal kab se itne lambe kar liye?"
Maine koi jawab nahi diya. Bas arms cross karke bahar dekhti rahi. Woh shayad abhi bhi meri taraf dekh raha tha jisse main aur bhi uncomfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi.
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"Wahan jaate hi t-shirt de dungi. Pareshaan mat ho," maine chidhte hue kaha.
"Maine maangi hai kya t-shirt? Aur ab mujhe chahiye bhi nahi. Tu hi rakh le ab ise." Woh bhadak kar bola.
Aage se Mom ne peeche mud kar hamari taraf dekha aur shayad hamari ladayi rokne ke liye topic change karne ki koshish kari, "Beta Ishita ko bata diya ki hum shift ho rahe hai aaj?"
"Haan." Vishal ne ek shabd mein jawaab diya. "Woh keh rahi thi ki kal ya parso aayegi."
Dad chup chaap baithe they, ekdam annoy ho kar bole, "Itni jaldi kya hai aane ki."
"Mujhse milne nahi aa rahi hai." Usne meri taraf annoy ho kar dekha. "Use toh bas ab isse hi milne aana hota hai."
"Toh mana kar de use. Na main use invite karti hoon aur na hi mujhe uski annoying baatein tolerate karne ka shauk hai."
Meri aawaz nikli toh woh aaj kuch jyada hi feminine lag rahi thi. Ek pal ke liye Vishal bhi meri shakal dekhta reh gaya tha aur phir usne turant doosri taraf muh kar liya.
Maine apna muh neeche kiya toh Vishal ki tshirt se aa rahi smell mujhe irritate kar rahi thi. Main bas naye ghar pahunchne ka intezaar kar rahi thi taaki is t-shirt ko utaar kar uske muh par maar sakun taaki uski is smell se aazad ho jayu.
Gadi jaise hi Greater Kailash ki un gehri aur shaant sadkon par rudi, mujhe ehsas hua ki hum ab ek bilkul alag duniya mein they. Purani building ki woh bheed aur shor peeche chhoot chuka tha, yahan har taraf ghane ped aur ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.
Lift se 10th floor par upar pahuch kar flat mein ghuse toh phir se realize hua ki woh sach mein kafi alag tha. Teen kamare, bada sa living area, modern kitchen. Hamare poore purane ghar se jyada jagah. Poore ghar mein kafi classy sa furniture aur decorations thi, unhe dekh kar pata chal raha tha ki woh Raj ki pasand thi.
Mera kamra toh kuch jyada hi achhe se decorated tha. Soft pastel pink color ka bed aur matching colour mein wardrobe aur dresser. Aur jab maine un dressers ko khola toh main hairaan reh gayi.
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Woh khaali nahi they, unme pehle se kuch kapde rakhe hue they. Female kapde, ek dam new, tags abhi bhi lage hue. Kafi expensive brands ki dresses, skirts, tops.
Raj ne kab yeh sab mere liye arrange kiya mujhe toh kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Mere size ke hisaab se, mere rang ke hisaab se. Bina pooche, jaise woh jaante they main kya chahungi, mere jaanne se pehle. Woh kapde dekh kar ek ajeeb si feeling thi - grateful, par uncomfortable bhi.
Maine unhe call karke thank you bolna chahti thi, par hichkichahat si ho rahi thi. Shayad kal, jab Dad aur Bhai ghar par nahi honge, tab better hoga call karna.
Chahe ghar aur kamra naya tha, par problems abhi bhi wohi thi. Bed thoda aur naram tha, par neend aani abhi bhi mushkil si lag rahi thi. Meri thighs mein itna dard sa tha ki maine bas sikud kar ek ball banke sone ki koshish kari.
Agle din mujhe call karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Raj ka khud hi call aa gaya. Maine kuch second rukte hue phone uthaya.
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"Hello?"
"Kanika." Unki awaaz mein woh familiar warmth thi. "Pahunch gayi thi safely?"
"Haan."
"Kaisa laga flat?"
"Theek hai." Maine khidki se bahar dekhte hue kaha. Actually mein view kafi jyada achha tha.
"Sirf theek?" Unhone halke se hasa.
"Achha hai," maine correct kiya. "Spacious hai."
Kuch pal chuppi, mujhe laga abhi woh kapdon ka bhi jiqr karenge par unhone nahi kiya.
"Kanika... kaisi ho sach mein? Medication se... kuch problem toh nahi aa rahi?"
Main kuch pal chup rahi. Kya batati. Ki meri awaaz squeaky ho gayi hai aur college mein log hanse the? Ki raat ko dard se neend nahi aati? Ki ab main kisi ki bhi nazron mein aane se darti thi? Ki Dad ne unka flat isliye le liya kyunki unhe mujhe kahin chhupana tha?
"Thodi tired hoon," maine kaha. "Adjust ho rahi hoon."
"Hmm." Woh jaante the ki main poora nahi bol rahi. Par unhone press nahi kiya. "Theek hai. Rest karo. Next appointment mein doctor se sab discuss kar lenge."
"Haan."
"Aur Kanika, maine tumhare Dad se baat kar li hai. College mat jaao abhi kuch din. I know thoda restrictive feel hoga, but it's for a little bit of time. Is beech agar kuch bhi chahiye toh main bhijwa dunga - books, movies, games, kuch bhi."
"Aisa lag raha main ab kabhi college nahi jaa payungi" Maine thoda udaas hote hue apni mann ki baat share ki unse.
"Absolutely not. Main two weeks mein aata hoon, aur wahan rahunga kuch din. Besides the Doctor, main tumhe college le chalunga, tumhari principal se bhi baat karni hai."
"Principal se? Kis baare mein?" maine chaunkte hue poocha.
"Is sudden change ke baad tumhare liye Kanak banke college attend karna impossible hai." Unki baat sunkar mujhe laga mere saare fears sach hone wali they, par unhone aage continue kiya. "But this is a special case. And it deserves a special solution. Mere mind mein kuch hai, discuss karte hai jab main aata hoon."
Main kafi curious thi aur poochna chahti thi ki kya special solution tha unke mind mein. Par pooch nahi paayi.
"Ok... sure."
"Good. Main jald hi milta hoon. Tab tak apna khayal rakhna."
Unse phone par baat karke thoda better sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise pain aur mann dono thoda halke ho gaye they.
Maine apne aap ko is naye mirror mein dekha. Mujhe jo yeh nayi figure mili thi, woh bhi bina kisi push up bra ke, use dekh kar yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha. Mujhe ab shayad kisi wig ki zaroorat nahi padne wali thi. Meri skin aur bhi jyada shine kar rahi thi. Sab kuch shayad itna bhi bura nahi tha jitna mujhe pichhle do-teen hafton se lag raha tha.
Jab Doctor Bhargava ne us din quick results ki baat ki thi, toh mujhe nahi laga tha ki sab kuch itna quick bhi ho sakta hai. Pehle do-teen din toh maine socha shayad main pagal ho rahi hoon.
Subah uthti toh aisa lagta jaise raat bhar koi mere andar kuch badal gaya ho. Subah uth kar apne aap ko mehsoos karti toh aisa lagta main hallucinate kar rahi hu. Pehle din yeh socha ki shayad meri neend poori nahi hui. Doosre din socha shayad bukhar aa raha hai. Teesre din... teesre din maine apne baalon ka ek strand pakad kar measure kiya.
Aadha centimeter! Ek raat mein. Main mirror ke saamne khadi rahi us strand ko pakde hue. Scissors bhi uthayi apne baal kaatne ke liye par phir ruk gayi.
College mein jo hua woh alag hi tha. Attendance ke time par jab teacher ne mere naam "Kanak" pukara, mere muh se "Present" sunte hi poori class ki hasi chhoot gayi.
Meri awaaz... woh meri awaaz nahi thi. Kuch ajeeb, squeaky sa nikal gaya tha. Jaise koi radio ki frequency theek se tune nahi ho rahi ho. Maine apna muh band kar liya aur nazar neeche kar li. Kuch log abhi bhi hans rahe they, kuch curious hokar dekh rahe they.
Ghar aakar akele khadi hokar maine kayi baar dheere se "hello" kehte hue bolne ki practice ki. Apni hi awaaz sun kar ajeeb sa lag raha tha, na poori tarah woh purani awaaz, aur na hi ladkiyon jaisi. Beech mein kahin atki hui. Jaise mere andar koi taar toot raha ho aur doosra abhi bana nahi tha.
Kapde bhi ab ajeeb lag rahe they. Wohi purani t-shirts, wohi jeans, par jaise woh mere liye bane hi nahi they. Fabric kuch alag jagahon par khinch raha tha. Mere bade hote curves aur lambe hote baalon ko chhupana har roz aur bhi mushkil hota jaa raha tha.
Riya ne bhi mujhse poochna chaha, "Tu theek hai na?"
Par maine use kuch jyada details nahi batayi, bahut hi ajeeb sa lag raha tha usse bhi kuch bhi share karna.
Bas ek-do baar beech mein Raj ka phone aaya tha poochne ke liye ki main kaisi hoon. Maine unhe jyada kuch nahi bataya, bas yehi ki doctor ki di hui medicines se transformation kafi jaldi shuru ho gaya tha.
Yeh poora transformation apne saath jo physical pain laaya tha woh ek alag hi level ka tha. "Level sabke niklenge" wala meme yaad aa gaya.
Doctor ne bataya tha fatigue, headaches. Par yeh toh... yeh toh poore shareer mein buri tarah dard hone laga tha. Jaise poora shareer fir se reshape ho raha ho.
Mere jabdon mein dard hota - jaisa ki daant hil rahe hon, par hil nahi rahe they. Aisa lag raha tha meri jawline badal kar thodi gol aur soft ho rahi ho. Chin pe haath rakhti toh ajeeb sa lagta.
Kamar aur ke dono taraf lagatar ek dard sa rehta. Aisa lagta tha jaise meri skin ke neeche koi garam magnetic field chal raha ho, jo meri bones ko andar hi andar kahin se kheech aur kahin se daba raha ho.
Seena toh pehle se hi kafi sensitive tha, par ab seedha kapda bhi touch kare toh ek sharp pain hota. Sone ke liye koi bhi position comfortable nahi bachi thi. Main subah uthti toh neend na milne ki wajah se already thaki hui aur chidchidi hoti.
Do hafte ke mark tak toh ye transformation aur bhi tez hota chala gaya. Mere baal badh kar meri chin tak pahuchne lage they. Aur baaki body ka toh poocho hi mat.
Mujhe ab apne kamre se bahar nikalte bhi sharam aane lagi thi. Apne hi ghar mein rehna, Dad ya Vishal ke saamne aana kafi uncomfortable sa lag raha tha.
Ek raat toh mujhe aisa mehsoos hua jaise koi darwaze ke paas khada mujhe jhaank kar dekh raha ho. Maine aadhi khuli aankhon se dekha - mere kamre ka darwaza thoda khula hua tha, aur us dheemi roshni mein kisi jaane pehchaane ki chhaaya thi. Maine zara sa uthte hue us taraf apna sar ghumaya aur ab wahan koi nahi tha.
Shayad yeh medicines mujhe sab hallucinate karwa rahi thi. Par us raat ke baad maine apne kamre ka darwaza hamesha lock karna shuru kar diya.
Dad ka reaction toh kafi jyada unexpected sa tha, ya shayad expected, pata nahi. Mujhe apne room se aawaz aa rahi thi jab woh Raj se zor ki aawaz mein baat kar rahe they. Main Raj ki aawaz toh nahi sun sakti thi par mujhe yakeen tha woh apne calm andaaz mein Dad ko jawaab de rahe they.
Dad unse pooch rahe they ki yeh kaisa naya treatment shuru karwa diya tha unhone mera, jisme main itni badal gayi. Par Dad ko mere liye concern se jyada shayad logo ki fiqr thi, ki agar woh mujhe aise dekhenge toh kya kahenge. Woh is building mein rehne layak nahi rahenge.
Kuch der baad unhone phone rakha aur woh Mom se baat karne lage. Main dhyan se apne kamre se unki baatein sun rahi thi.
"Kya keh raha tha Raj? Use pata hai ki Kanika kitni pareshaan hai." Mom ki aawaz mein thoda impatience tha.
"Woh pareshaan hai ya hum?" Dad ka wohi typical response aaya. "Usne toh already baat kar li thi Raj se."
"Woh aise kaise hame bataye bina use kisi doctor ke paas le gaya?" Mom alag hi tareeke se pareshaan ho rahi thi.
"Woh ab uski honi wali wife hai. Woh jo marzi kare uske saath. Par haan use hamara sochna chahiye tha. Meri image, Vishal ke friends, kya kahenge sab."
"Par shaadi ka matlab yeh toh nahi ki Kanika hamari kuch nahi ab."
Dad bilkul chup ho gaye aur phir thodi der ke baad bole, "Usne GK wale mein move karne ka offer diya hai. Movers bhi arrange karwa dega. Mere khayal se shaadi tak wahin shift karna better hoga."
"Par aise kaise poora ghar utha kar..."
"Toh tum hi samjhayo logon ki tumhare ghar mein reh rahi yeh ladki kaun hai aur tumhare bete ko achanak kya hua." Dad ne bhadakte hue kaha.
"Wahan se sab kaise hoga? Aapka office, Vishal aur Kanika ka college? Yahan se sab paas hai."
"Usko filhaal college jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Raj ne kaha hai ki woh principal se baat kar lega."
"Par..."
"Par war kuch nahi, maine keh diya na bas. Packing start karo."
Poori conversation sunte hi mere mann mein ek ajeeb si halchal hone lagi. Hum log Raj ke flat mein shift hone wale they, aur main ghar mein kaid. Yeh transformation toh mujh par pehle se bhi jyada restrictions le aaya tha. Ab lag raha tha isse pehle hi sab theek tha.
Chaar paanch din baad movers aur packers hamare ghar mein shifting ke liye aa gaye they. Jab baaki saara ghar pack ho raha tha toh Mom ne mujhe ek kamre mein kaid kar diya. Is beech maine jaldi se apna saara sensitive samaan - medicines, kapde, under garments, books, sab ek bag mein pack karke rakh li. Main nahi chahti thi unhe koi bhi haath lagaye. Na toh mom aur packing wale log toh bilkul bhi nahi.
Jab woh mere kamre tak pahuche, Mom ne unhe thoda break lene ke liye bolte hue mujhe apne kamre mein shift kar diya. Aisa lag raha tha jaise woh mujhe har kisi se chhupana chahte they. Par pata nahi woh is sab mein kitna kamyaab hone wale they.
Shaam ko mujhe Vishal ki ek badi si tshirt aur ek hat pehna kar neeche gaadi tak le jaya gaya. Mom, Dad aur Vishal mujhe aise ghere hue they jaise main koi celebrity hoon. Ya koi ajeeb jaanwar jise logon ki nazar se bachana tha.
Car mein aage Dad drive kar rahe they, Mom passenger seat par. Peeche Vishal aur main. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko dekha. Dono ke muh ban gaye. Maine turant khidki ki taraf dekha. Hum chaaro kuch nahi bol rahe they, bas gaadi ke chalne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Phir Vishal ne achanak se poocha, "Baal kab se itne lambe kar liye?"
Maine koi jawab nahi diya. Bas arms cross karke bahar dekhti rahi. Woh shayad abhi bhi meri taraf dekh raha tha jisse main aur bhi uncomfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi.
"Wahan jaate hi t-shirt de dungi. Pareshaan mat ho," maine chidhte hue kaha.
"Maine maangi hai kya t-shirt? Aur ab mujhe chahiye bhi nahi. Tu hi rakh le ab ise." Woh bhadak kar bola.
Aage se Mom ne peeche mud kar hamari taraf dekha aur shayad hamari ladayi rokne ke liye topic change karne ki koshish kari, "Beta Ishita ko bata diya ki hum shift ho rahe hai aaj?"
"Haan." Vishal ne ek shabd mein jawaab diya. "Woh keh rahi thi ki kal ya parso aayegi."
Dad chup chaap baithe they, ekdam annoy ho kar bole, "Itni jaldi kya hai aane ki."
"Mujhse milne nahi aa rahi hai." Usne meri taraf annoy ho kar dekha. "Use toh bas ab isse hi milne aana hota hai."
"Toh mana kar de use. Na main use invite karti hoon aur na hi mujhe uski annoying baatein tolerate karne ka shauk hai."
Meri aawaz nikli toh woh aaj kuch jyada hi feminine lag rahi thi. Ek pal ke liye Vishal bhi meri shakal dekhta reh gaya tha aur phir usne turant doosri taraf muh kar liya.
Maine apna muh neeche kiya toh Vishal ki tshirt se aa rahi smell mujhe irritate kar rahi thi. Main bas naye ghar pahunchne ka intezaar kar rahi thi taaki is t-shirt ko utaar kar uske muh par maar sakun taaki uski is smell se aazad ho jayu.
Gadi jaise hi Greater Kailash ki un gehri aur shaant sadkon par rudi, mujhe ehsas hua ki hum ab ek bilkul alag duniya mein they. Purani building ki woh bheed aur shor peeche chhoot chuka tha, yahan har taraf ghane ped aur ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.
Lift se 10th floor par upar pahuch kar flat mein ghuse toh phir se realize hua ki woh sach mein kafi alag tha. Teen kamare, bada sa living area, modern kitchen. Hamare poore purane ghar se jyada jagah. Poore ghar mein kafi classy sa furniture aur decorations thi, unhe dekh kar pata chal raha tha ki woh Raj ki pasand thi.
Mera kamra toh kuch jyada hi achhe se decorated tha. Soft pastel pink color ka bed aur matching colour mein wardrobe aur dresser. Aur jab maine un dressers ko khola toh main hairaan reh gayi.
Woh khaali nahi they, unme pehle se kuch kapde rakhe hue they. Female kapde, ek dam new, tags abhi bhi lage hue. Kafi expensive brands ki dresses, skirts, tops.
Raj ne kab yeh sab mere liye arrange kiya mujhe toh kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Mere size ke hisaab se, mere rang ke hisaab se. Bina pooche, jaise woh jaante they main kya chahungi, mere jaanne se pehle. Woh kapde dekh kar ek ajeeb si feeling thi - grateful, par uncomfortable bhi.
Maine unhe call karke thank you bolna chahti thi, par hichkichahat si ho rahi thi. Shayad kal, jab Dad aur Bhai ghar par nahi honge, tab better hoga call karna.
Chahe ghar aur kamra naya tha, par problems abhi bhi wohi thi. Bed thoda aur naram tha, par neend aani abhi bhi mushkil si lag rahi thi. Meri thighs mein itna dard sa tha ki maine bas sikud kar ek ball banke sone ki koshish kari.
Agle din mujhe call karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Raj ka khud hi call aa gaya. Maine kuch second rukte hue phone uthaya.
"Hello?"
"Kanika." Unki awaaz mein woh familiar warmth thi. "Pahunch gayi thi safely?"
"Haan."
"Kaisa laga flat?"
"Theek hai." Maine khidki se bahar dekhte hue kaha. Actually mein view kafi jyada achha tha.
"Sirf theek?" Unhone halke se hasa.
"Achha hai," maine correct kiya. "Spacious hai."
Kuch pal chuppi, mujhe laga abhi woh kapdon ka bhi jiqr karenge par unhone nahi kiya.
"Kanika... kaisi ho sach mein? Medication se... kuch problem toh nahi aa rahi?"
Main kuch pal chup rahi. Kya batati. Ki meri awaaz squeaky ho gayi hai aur college mein log hanse the? Ki raat ko dard se neend nahi aati? Ki ab main kisi ki bhi nazron mein aane se darti thi? Ki Dad ne unka flat isliye le liya kyunki unhe mujhe kahin chhupana tha?
"Thodi tired hoon," maine kaha. "Adjust ho rahi hoon."
"Hmm." Woh jaante the ki main poora nahi bol rahi. Par unhone press nahi kiya. "Theek hai. Rest karo. Next appointment mein doctor se sab discuss kar lenge."
"Haan."
"Aur Kanika, maine tumhare Dad se baat kar li hai. College mat jaao abhi kuch din. I know thoda restrictive feel hoga, but it's for a little bit of time. Is beech agar kuch bhi chahiye toh main bhijwa dunga - books, movies, games, kuch bhi."
"Aisa lag raha main ab kabhi college nahi jaa payungi" Maine thoda udaas hote hue apni mann ki baat share ki unse.
"Absolutely not. Main two weeks mein aata hoon, aur wahan rahunga kuch din. Besides the Doctor, main tumhe college le chalunga, tumhari principal se bhi baat karni hai."
"Principal se? Kis baare mein?" maine chaunkte hue poocha.
"Is sudden change ke baad tumhare liye Kanak banke college attend karna impossible hai." Unki baat sunkar mujhe laga mere saare fears sach hone wali they, par unhone aage continue kiya. "But this is a special case. And it deserves a special solution. Mere mind mein kuch hai, discuss karte hai jab main aata hoon."
Main kafi curious thi aur poochna chahti thi ki kya special solution tha unke mind mein. Par pooch nahi paayi.
"Ok... sure."
"Good. Main jald hi milta hoon. Tab tak apna khayal rakhna."
Unse phone par baat karke thoda better sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise pain aur mann dono thoda halke ho gaye they.
Maine apne aap ko is naye mirror mein dekha. Mujhe jo yeh nayi figure mili thi, woh bhi bina kisi push up bra ke, use dekh kar yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha. Mujhe ab shayad kisi wig ki zaroorat nahi padne wali thi. Meri skin aur bhi jyada shine kar rahi thi. Sab kuch shayad itna bhi bura nahi tha jitna mujhe pichhle do-teen hafton se lag raha tha.
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