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Agle din.
Aaj pooja samay se pehle hi babaji ke room mein aa gai thi.
Subah ka naram suraj haveli ke upari kamre mein jhaank raha tha. Halki sunhari dhoop kamre mein faili hui thi. Baba ne kamre ko pooja ke liye khas taur par taiyar karvaya tha, farsh par safed chadar bichhi hui thi, charon taraf agarbatiyan jal rahi thin aur halki mand sugandh hawa mein tair rahi thi. Maitri ki peshkash.
Baba shant lekin gahri awaz mein bole,
“Puja… insaan ki tarah devtaon ko bhi sundar striyan aakarshit karti han. Isliye aaj tumhe purna shringar karna hoga. Yah shringar bahut shuddh aur pavitra hathon se hona chahiye. Maine yah baat pehle isliye nahin kahi thi, kyonki shayad tumhe lajja aati.”
Puja ne najrein jhukae hue, lekin dridh swar mein kaha, “babaji, maine aapse pehle hi kah diya tha ki is kaam mein main koi lajja nahin karungi. Aap jo bhi aagya den, main taiyar hun. Mujhe aap par pura bharosa hai.”
Baba ki aankhon mein ek gahri chamak aai. Unhone dheere se muskurate hue kaha, “to fir… aaj main tumhara shringar khud apne hathon se karunga. Tujhe sajaunga, savarunga.”
Puja ne dheere se sir hilaya, “ji babaji.”
Baba: “pahle jaakar doodh se snan kar aao. Pura shareer doodh se dhona, taki tumhari tvacha doodh jaisi chamakdar aur mulayam ho jaye.”
Puja chupchap uthi aur bathroom mein chali gai. Jab wah wapas i, to uska gora shareer doodh ki mahak se mahka hua tha. Usne sirf halka sa blouse aur petikot pehna hua tha. Uske bal abhi bhi gile the aur peeth par bikhre hue the, jisse pani ki kuch boondein kamar par bah rahi thin.
Baba ne shringar ka pura saman pehle se hi taiyar rakha tha, lipastic, rooj, iliner, kajal, gliter, body oil, mahandi, sugandhit tel, sab kuchh.
“Aao puja…mere paas aa jao.” Rachayita Maitri hai.
Puja dheere se baba ke samne jameen par baith gai. Baba bhi unke bilkul paas aakar baith gaye. Unke ghutne pooja ke ghutnon ko chhoo rahe the. Kamre mein sannata tha, sirf aati jaati hawa ki halki sarsrahat aur donon ki garam saanson ki dhwani sunai de rahi thi.
Baba ne pooja ki thodi ko apni anguliyon se halke se upar uthaya aur uski aankhon mein ek gahri najar dali.
“To pehle aankhon se shuru karte han…tum taiyar ho?”
“Ji babaji, main taiyar hun. Aap aage badhe.“
Baba ne eyeliner ki pencil uthai. Pooja ne aankhen band kar lin. Baba bahut dheere aur savdhani se uski palkon par eyeliner lagane lage. Unka garm sans pooja ke chehre par pad raha tha. Har baar pencil jab uski palak ko chhuti, pooja ka shareer halka sa sihar jata.
Baba dhimi, madak awaz mein bole,
“Puja… ek baat kahun?” Puja ne aankhen band rakhte hue naram swar mein kaha. Prastutkarta Maitri hai.
“Han, kahiye babaji…aapko puchne ke liye rajamandi kab se chahiye?”
Baba: “tumhari aankhen bahut sundar han. Inmen ek gahri, aakarshak mohini hai. Jaise koi kali gahrai ho… jise dekhkar koi bhi purush apna hosh kho sakta hai. Purush ki kya baat, lekin ek stri jo tumhe dekh le, wah bhi tumhari taraf aakarshit ho le ya phir ek gahri khai ki tarah irsha bhavna se tadap uthe.”
Aur bahot hi dheeme swaron se bola, “usme main bhi shamil hun.“ Lekin yah shabd pooja ke kano mein pad hi gaye.
Puja ki gardan tak lalima fail gai. Wah sharma gai, lekin kuch boli nahin. Uski sansen thodi tej ho gain. Usne ek mand lekin bahot hi kamuk muskurahat apne chahare par fenka. Wah kamuk muskurahat babaji ke dil ko taar-taar karte hue uski asar babaji ke land tak fail gai.
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Maitri.
Agle din.
Aaj pooja samay se pehle hi babaji ke room mein aa gai thi.
Subah ka naram suraj haveli ke upari kamre mein jhaank raha tha. Halki sunhari dhoop kamre mein faili hui thi. Baba ne kamre ko pooja ke liye khas taur par taiyar karvaya tha, farsh par safed chadar bichhi hui thi, charon taraf agarbatiyan jal rahi thin aur halki mand sugandh hawa mein tair rahi thi. Maitri ki peshkash.
Baba shant lekin gahri awaz mein bole,
“Puja… insaan ki tarah devtaon ko bhi sundar striyan aakarshit karti han. Isliye aaj tumhe purna shringar karna hoga. Yah shringar bahut shuddh aur pavitra hathon se hona chahiye. Maine yah baat pehle isliye nahin kahi thi, kyonki shayad tumhe lajja aati.”
Puja ne najrein jhukae hue, lekin dridh swar mein kaha, “babaji, maine aapse pehle hi kah diya tha ki is kaam mein main koi lajja nahin karungi. Aap jo bhi aagya den, main taiyar hun. Mujhe aap par pura bharosa hai.”
Baba ki aankhon mein ek gahri chamak aai. Unhone dheere se muskurate hue kaha, “to fir… aaj main tumhara shringar khud apne hathon se karunga. Tujhe sajaunga, savarunga.”
Puja ne dheere se sir hilaya, “ji babaji.”
Baba: “pahle jaakar doodh se snan kar aao. Pura shareer doodh se dhona, taki tumhari tvacha doodh jaisi chamakdar aur mulayam ho jaye.”
Puja chupchap uthi aur bathroom mein chali gai. Jab wah wapas i, to uska gora shareer doodh ki mahak se mahka hua tha. Usne sirf halka sa blouse aur petikot pehna hua tha. Uske bal abhi bhi gile the aur peeth par bikhre hue the, jisse pani ki kuch boondein kamar par bah rahi thin.
Baba ne shringar ka pura saman pehle se hi taiyar rakha tha, lipastic, rooj, iliner, kajal, gliter, body oil, mahandi, sugandhit tel, sab kuchh.
“Aao puja…mere paas aa jao.” Rachayita Maitri hai.
Puja dheere se baba ke samne jameen par baith gai. Baba bhi unke bilkul paas aakar baith gaye. Unke ghutne pooja ke ghutnon ko chhoo rahe the. Kamre mein sannata tha, sirf aati jaati hawa ki halki sarsrahat aur donon ki garam saanson ki dhwani sunai de rahi thi.
Baba ne pooja ki thodi ko apni anguliyon se halke se upar uthaya aur uski aankhon mein ek gahri najar dali.
“To pehle aankhon se shuru karte han…tum taiyar ho?”
“Ji babaji, main taiyar hun. Aap aage badhe.“
Baba ne eyeliner ki pencil uthai. Pooja ne aankhen band kar lin. Baba bahut dheere aur savdhani se uski palkon par eyeliner lagane lage. Unka garm sans pooja ke chehre par pad raha tha. Har baar pencil jab uski palak ko chhuti, pooja ka shareer halka sa sihar jata.
Baba dhimi, madak awaz mein bole,
“Puja… ek baat kahun?” Puja ne aankhen band rakhte hue naram swar mein kaha. Prastutkarta Maitri hai.
“Han, kahiye babaji…aapko puchne ke liye rajamandi kab se chahiye?”
Baba: “tumhari aankhen bahut sundar han. Inmen ek gahri, aakarshak mohini hai. Jaise koi kali gahrai ho… jise dekhkar koi bhi purush apna hosh kho sakta hai. Purush ki kya baat, lekin ek stri jo tumhe dekh le, wah bhi tumhari taraf aakarshit ho le ya phir ek gahri khai ki tarah irsha bhavna se tadap uthe.”
Aur bahot hi dheeme swaron se bola, “usme main bhi shamil hun.“ Lekin yah shabd pooja ke kano mein pad hi gaye.
Puja ki gardan tak lalima fail gai. Wah sharma gai, lekin kuch boli nahin. Uski sansen thodi tej ho gain. Usne ek mand lekin bahot hi kamuk muskurahat apne chahare par fenka. Wah kamuk muskurahat babaji ke dil ko taar-taar karte hue uski asar babaji ke land tak fail gai.
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Maitri.
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