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Meri maa ne dheere se saans li aur jaldi se rasoi ke neeche wale counter ke peeche jhuk gayi. Rasoi ke shape ki wajah se baithne wale kamre mein baitha koi bhi insaan use nahi dekh sakta tha agar woh kaafi neeche rehti. Usne Gajendra ko lund choosna jaari rakha. 





Gajendra jaldi se seedha khada ho gaya aur shaant dikhne ki koshish ki. Aur usi pal usne meri maa ke muh mein virya nikaal diya. Main sun sakta tha meri maa hichkichate hue uska virya nigal rahi thi. 

Darwaza khula. Baap andar aaye, din bhar ki thakaan ke saath, dheere dheere joota utaarte hue. “Shahida?” unhone awaaz di. Koi jawab nahi. Unhone darwaza band kiya. “Shahida, meri jaan?” unhone phir awaaz di, andar aur aage badhte hue. “Main ghar aa gaya hoon.” 

Maa ne ek haath se apna muh dhak liya jabki woh abhi bhi Gajendra ke pairon ke paas jhuki hui thi. Usne apne haath ke peeche se Gajendra ke virya ko apne muh se saaf karna shuru kiya. Gajendra ne gale ki safai li. “Bhai, tum wapas aa gaye,” usne kaha, casual dikhne ki koshish karte hue. 





Baap ne mud kar use dekha. “Ah, Gajendra,” baap ne muskurate hue kaha. “Tum abhi bhi yahan ho?” “Haan, haan,” Gajendra ne jawab diya. “Hum bas… baat kar rahe the.” 

Baap ne rasoi ki taraf dekha. “Shahida kahan hai?” Maa ki aankhein darr se chaudi ho gayi. Counter ke neeche se, usne dheere se, lagbhag bina awaaz ke, apna muh saaf karte hue jo Gajendra ke virya se bhara hua tha, kaha, “Kaho ki main busy hoon.” Gajendra ne khansi ki. “Woh… rasoi mein busy hai,” usne kaha. 






Baap ne dheere se hasi. “Hamesha busy, woh aurat. Shahida! Meri rani, main bhookha hoon.” Maa ne jaldi se apne chhupne ki jagah se jawab diya, apni awaaz ko normal banane ki koshish karte hue. “Haan, meri jaan, maine suna. Main bas kuch sambhal rahi hoon.” 

Baap ne thoda frown kiya. “Tumhari awaaz itni dheemi kyun lag rahi hai?” Maa ne Gajendra ki taraf panic mein dekha. 

“Maine kuch gira diya,” usne jaldi se kaha. “Main use utha rahi hoon.” 

Baap baithne wale kamre ke entrance ki taraf badhe. Maa aur neeche jhuk gayi. Usne Gajendra ki belt bandhna jaari rakha, jo usne lagbhag 15 minute tak lund choosne ke baad diya tha. 





Gajendra ne thoda sa apna sharir hataya, view block karte hue. Baap ruk gaye aur unki taraf dekha. “Tum logon ne chai banayi ya nahi?” Baap ne poocha. Gajendra ne zor se muskurahat banayi. “Mujhe lagta hai woh kuch taiyaar kar rahi thi.” Baap ne thak kar sar hilaya. “Theek hai, theek hai. Pehle mujhe baithne do.” 

Unhone apne aap ko sofa par gira diya. Hamare baithne wale kamre ki ajib baat yeh thi ki sofa thoda rasoi se door muh kiye hue tha. Agar baap theek se baith kar television dekhe, toh woh screen dekh sakta tha lekin rasoi ke neeche wale chhupe hisse ko nahi. Usne remote uthaya aur television on kar diya. 




Kamra news anchors ki tez awaazon se bhar gaya. Maa ne dheere se saans chhodi. Gajendra ne uski taraf neeche dekha. 

“Samajh gayi?” usne dheere se kaha. “Shaant ho jao.” Lekin maa, abhi bhi ghutno ke bal, dheere se uske haath phir se pakad li. “Mujhe aise mat chhodo,” usne dheere se kaha. “Main darr rahi hoon.” Gajendra ne thoda jhuk kar kaha, “Toh normal behave karo.” 

Baap ne sofa se awaaz di, “Shahida, jaaneman, itni der tak wahan kya kar rahi ho?” Maa ka chehra tight ho gaya. Usne jaldi jawab diya, “Maine kaha tha na, mere pyaar, maine kuch gira diya.” “Kya gira diya?” Baap ne poocha, aankhein abhi bhi television par. 

Maa ne aaspaas desperately dekha jabki woh apni laal shirt pehen rahi thi. “Ek chamach,” usne kaha. Baap ruk gaye. “Ek chamach uthane mein paanch minute lagte hain?” Gajendra almost hasne wala tha lekin rok liya. Maa ne usko tez warning wali nazar di. Phir usne baap ko apni sabse meethi awaaz mein jawab diya. 

“Mere pyaar, woh cabinet ke neeche chala gaya.” Baap ne sar hilaya aur muskuraya. “Yeh aurat. Hamesha cheezein kho deti hai.” Woh peeche jhuk kar television dekhna jaari rakhne lage. 

Kuch pal ke liye, ghar sirf television ki awaaz se bhara hua tha. Baap aaram se lage, apne peeche ki tension se bilkul anjaan. Gajendra ne dheere se kaha, “Yeh bahut risky hota ja raha hai.” 

Maa ne wapas kaha, “Toh mujhe khada hone mein madad karo.” Usne thoda neeche haath badhaya aur uski madad ki, lekin woh abhi bhi thodi jhuki hui thi, dhyan se taaki baap na dekh sake. 

Baap ne achanak apna sir thoda mudaya. “Shahida?” Maa aadhe raaste mein ruk gayi. “Haan, jaan?” “Kya tum ghutno ke bal ho?” Maa ka muh khula, lekin koi shabd nahi nikla. Gajendra uski taraf dekha, chupke se usko bolne ke liye uksaate hue. Maa ne ghabrahat se hasi. 

“Ghutno ke bal? Nahi, nahi, mere pyaar. Main bas neeche wala cabinet saaf kar rahi hoon.” Baap confused lage. “Saaf karna? Is waqt?” Maa ne jaldi kaha, “Maine kuch dhool dekha. Tum jaante ho mujhe ganda rasoi pasand nahi.” Baap ne proud muskurahat di. “Yeh sach hai. Meri Shahida bahut saaf hai.” 

Maa ne aankhein band kar li rahat mein. Gajendra ne paas jhuk kar kaha, “Woh har baat maan leta hai. Kitna bewakoof pati hai tumhara.” Maa ne wapas kaha, “Aisa mat kaho. Woh mujhpar bharosa karta hai.” “Bahut zyada,” Gajendra ne dheere se kaha. Baap ne television ki awaaz badha di. 





Ek dramatic soap opera chal raha tha ab, chillaane aur dhokhe se bhara. Yeh lagbhag mazedaar tha, kyunki asli drama uske apne ghar mein ho raha tha. Maa aur Gajendra ne jaldi se ek nazar badli. Dono jaante the ki woh rasoi mein hamesha ke liye nahi reh sakte. 

Maa ne dheere se kaha, “Hamein bedroom mein jaana hoga.” Gajendra ne kaha, “Kaise?” Maa ne baap ki taraf dekha. Woh peeche jhuke hue, television par dhyan diye hue the. “Jab music tez ho jaaye,” usne kaha