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Chapter - 32


Train khat-khat ki awaaz ke saath dheere-dheere dolti hui station ki taraf badh rahi thi. Hamari manzil ab kareeb thi. Abbu-ammi jage hue the, aapas mein baatein kar rahe the aur saath mein Rizwan ko god mein liye uske chhote haathon se khel rahe the. Main khidki ke baahar dheere-dheere nazar aate platform ko dekh raha tha. Jaise-jaise train rukne ke kareeb aayi, main khada hua aur seat ke neeche rakha samaan nikaal kar ek jagah ikattha karne laga. Maine ammi-abbu se bhi apna samaan sametne ko kaha. Unhone mujhe Noor ko uthane ke liye kaha, par maine socha ki kal raat ke waakiye se woh kaafi thak gayi thi—utarne ke waqt use jaga doonga.

Kuch der mein train Hazrat Nizamuddin station par aa gayi. Maine Noor ko dheere se uthaya, “Noor, utho, station aa gaya.” Usne aankhein kholi, thaki hui nazron se meri taraf dekha, aur dheere se uthkar burqa theek kiya. Ammi ne Rizwan ko apni god mein liya, uske narm haathon ko pyaar se sehlate hue kaha, “Aao beta, ammi ke paas.” Abbu ne mujhe awaaz di, “Imran, samaan check kar le, bheed thodi kam hone de, phir utrenge.” Maine bags gine—do suitcases, ek chhota bag, aur ammi ka jhola—aur intezaar kiya jab tak platform thoda khaali na hua.

Hum sab platform par utre. Main pehle utra, phir abbu aur ammi ko sahaara diya. Noor peeche chali, uski chal mein halki si ladkhadahat thi. Yeh dekhkar main man hi man muskuraya. Station se baahar nikle aur Ayesha khala ke shauhar ke bheje message ke hisaab se ek peeli taxi pakad li. Maine aur abbu ne driver ke saath mil kar sara samaan load karwaya, aur hum paanch raste par aa gaye.

Taxi ki khidki se baahar dekhte hue main Delhi ki shaan-o-shaukat dekhkar dang reh gaya. Mere shehar ke sadkon par toh zindagi ek bandhi hui duniya mein chalti thi—auratein dupatte se munh chhupati thi, mard apne kaam mein lage rehte the, aur sadkein bhi wahi purani, tang thi. Par yahan, Delhi mein, sadkein chaudi thi, chamakti hui buildings ek ke baad ek khadi thi, aur ladkiyan apne boyfriend ke saath haath mein haath daale chal rahi thi. Kuch couples sadak ke kinare park mein baithkar ek-doosre ke kareeb hokar baatein kar rahe the, unke chehre par ek azaadi ki chamak thi, jo maine apne shehar mein kabhi nahi dekhi. Yeh sab dekhkar mera dil ek ajeeb si bechaini se bhar gaya—mera shehar bhi toh itna bandha hua nahi tha, par Delhi ki yeh khuli hawa ek alag hi duniya thi. Kya Noor bhi is shehar mein badal jayegi?

Taxi wala horn bajata hua aage badh raha tha. Sadkon par bheed thi—dukanein khul rahi thi, gaadiyon ki awaazein ek-doosre mein ghul rahi thi, aur subah ki roshni mein shehar chamak raha tha. Ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liye usey baahar ke manzar dikhaye, “Dekh beta, yeh Delhi hai,” aur woh uske chhote haathon ko sehla rahi thi. Abbu driver se Ayesha khala ka address confirm kar rahe the. Noor mere bagal mein chupchap baithi thi, uska burqa uske jism ko dhaanke hua tha, par uski aankhein khidki ke baahar dekh rahi thi. Uske shareer se wahi halki si khushboo aa rahi thi, jo kal raat ke guard cabin ke manzar ki yaad dila rahi thi. Maine apna haath uske haath ke kareeb rakha, par usne meri taraf nahi dekha—uski aankhon mein ek chhupi hui baat thi, jaise woh is naye shehar mein apni nayi duniya soch rahi ho.

Thodi der mein taxi Ayesha khala ke ghar ke saamne ruka. Ek purana, sundar makaan tha, jisme chhota sa bagicha aur deewar par belon ka jhoola tha. Maine aur abbu ne samaan utara, ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liya, aur Noor dheere-dheere peeche chali. Ayesha khala darwaze par khadi thi, chehre par badi si muskurahat liye. “Aao aao, kitne din baad mile ho!” unhone kaha aur ammi se gale milne lagi. Hum samaan uthakar andar chala gaye.