Adultery Restart: Bus ka Safar (- Ek Masoom Housewife)

[haqiqatekamal]

Neeta bus ke andar dakhil ho chuki thi. Shuruat mein usne
sawariyon wale us main compartment mein jaane ki koshish ki,
lekin wahan ka nazaara dekh kar uske kadam thithak gaye.
Seeton par pade un bhari aur purane pardon ne poore cabin
ko ek ajeeb si neeli aur rahasyamay jagah jaisa bana diya tha.
Usey kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha ki un pardon ke piche
kaun kahan baitha hai aur kaun kahan leta hua hai.

Iske alawa, us band hisse se bidi aur sasti sharab ki
aisi teekhi durgandh (badbu) aa rahi thi ki Neeta ka
jee machlane laga. Itni gandi baas mein raat bhar ka
safar bitana thoda mushkil tha. Isliye, Neeta ne us main
compartment ke gehre andhere mein na jaakar, partition
wale gate ke paas wali seat par hi baithna behtar samjha.

Yahan baithne ka ek bada fayeda yeh tha ki bus chalne par
usey saamne ka, yaani aage ki sadak ka saara nazaara saaf
dikhne wala tha. khair use raatbhar yahi baithkar sadak
per nikalne wali gadiyan to ginni nhi hai.

Neeta ne mann hi mann socha ki ek baar bus raftaar pakad legi, 
toh bahar ki taaza hawa ke jhonke andar aayenge aur yeh 
dum ghutne wali badbu shayad kam ho jayegi. jab hawa se 
mahaul thoda theek hoga, tabhi woh andar jaakar apni sleeper 
seat par baithegi. Tab tak ke liye, woh wahi gate ke paas 
apne bag ko sambhalti hui baith gayi.


Ab tak Ravi bhi wapas bus ke paas pahunch gaya tha.
Usne Neeta ko ticket diya, paani ki botlein seat ke paas rakhin, 
aur suraksha ke lihaaz se apne mobile se Neeta ka ek photo bhi le liya.

Neeta ne waqt ki nazakat ko samjha aur Ravi se boli:

“Dekhiye bus chhootne mein kitna waqt lagta hai... 
aap chale jaiye, aapko project file bhi toh deni hai.”

Ravi ne dhire se jawab diya:

“Bus khulte hi nikal jaunga.”

Tabhi bus के andar se ek helper ne zor se awaaz lagayi:

“Chalo bhai! Koi paani, gutkha ya peshab karne wala 
ho toh nipta lo... bus khul rahi hai!”

Yeh sunkar Neeta ko yaad aaya ki safar lamba hai. Usne Ravi se kaha:

“Tum bag dekho, main abhi hokar aati hoon.”

Neeta bus se niche utar gayi. Wahan koi toilet toh bana nahi tha,
aur jahan sab mard khade hokar mut-te (peshab karte) the, wahan itni 
durgandh aur gandagi thi ki Neeta ki wahan khade hone ki bhi himmat nahi hui.

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Bus stand par ab jyada log nhi the,
jo the bhi wah bus ke aage the. bus ke pichhe Har taraf kooda
pheka hua tha aur peshab ki teekhi badbu naak mein chubh rahi thi.
Neeta thoda aur piche ki taraf, bus ke pichle hisse ki or chali gayi.
Wahan bus ke indicator ki halki laal pili roshni pahunch rahi thi, 
jisse zameen par pada kooda-karkat thoda saaf dikh raha tha.

Charon taraf ghoom kar dekhne ke baad Neeta ko tasalli hui 
ki wahan usey koi nahi dekh raha. Usne apni saree aur petticoat 
ko kaafi upar tak uthaya, panty niche sarkayi aur wahi baith 
kar peshab karne lagi.

Door lage bus ke backlight ki us halki roshni mein, Neeta ke safed aur 
chikne chutar kisi chaand ki tarah chamak rahe the. 
door lage ek bijli ke pole ki light bhi ustak halki halki hi pahunch rhi hti.
kyonki wah bus ke thoda side mei tha. lkein bus ke huss hisse mei
khoob ujala dikh rha tha. khair us light ko dimag se nikalte huye
Usne apni saree aur petticoat ko kafi upar kiya,
taaki neeche ki gandagi uske kapdon mein na lag jaye.

Peshab karke woh jaise hi uthi aur apne kapde 
sambhalti hui piche mudi, uske hosh ud gaye. Saamne wahi 
badshurat shakal wala buzurg khada tha, neeta yeh jaanti thi yeh
wahi office wala buddha hai. jo apne laal daant dikhate huye
besharmo ki tarah muskura raha tha.