12-07-2026, 02:41 PM
Shilpa ki aankhen nam ho gayi. Usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uske stan bhari ho rahe the, nipple sakht hokar kapde mein chubh rahe the. Choot mein ek halki-halki garmi aur nami mehsoos ho rahi thi. Written by Maitri Patel.
Yeh ehsas use khud par sharminda kar raha tha.
Uske man mein purani yaadein ghumne lagi - pehle Pooja kitni fresh dikh rahi thi jab uska pati tha. Uski har zarooraton ko uska pati poora karta hoga tabhi woh itni fresh dikhti thi. Lekin pati ke jaane ke baad samaj ne use "Sati-Savitri" bana diya tha. Koi chhu bhi nahi sakta hai. Koi dekh bhi nahi sakta hai.
'Samaj kehta hai - widow ko bhook nahi lagti. Ya phir bhook lagni nahi chahiye. Use zyada-tar pooja-paath mein time nikalna chahiye. Hatt, bhenchod, samaj.'
Lekin choot to aakhir choot hai har waqt ya hamesha choot to roz poochti hai - kab aayega koi jo mujhe bhar de? Mere chhed ko shanti pradaan kare.
Shilpa ne apni jaanghain kaskar bheench li. Pooja ki siski phir se aayi - is baar aur gehri, aur santusht.
Shilpa ke hont kaamp gaye.
'Mujhe dar lag raha hai... kahin main bhi kamzor na pad jaun. Lekin... kya galat hai ismein? Agar Pooja khush hai, to main kyun rokun? Main khud kyun nahi khush kar sakti?'
Uski aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya. Woh aansu gusse ka nahi, akelapan ka, bhook ka aur samajh ka tha.
Shilpa dheere-dheere apne kamre ki taraf laut gayi. Lekin ab uske kadam bhaari the. Pooja ki aawaazein ab bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi aur uske shareer mein ek nayi, khatarnak uthal-puthal paida kar rahi thi.
Ek maa hone ke naate mujhe kya karna chahiye. Woh apne bed par sochti rahi.
'Pooja meri beti hai. Woh widow hai. Jawaan hai. Uski body bhi to zinda hai. Kya main use saari zindagi sukhe hue phool ki tarah jeene ko majboor kar doon? Kya main use samaj ke dar ke aage jhukne ko kahun? Kya main use kahun ki "Beti, apni bhook daba lo, aur ghar aur baap ki izzat rakh lo"? Bhale hi upar wale ne tujhe chhed diye par iska istemal nahi kar sakti kyun ki tu ek widow hai?'
Shilpa ki aankhen nam ho gayi.
'Maa hone ke naate mera pehla kartavya hai meri beti ko surakshit rakhna. Lekin kya suraksha ka matlab uski khushi ko maarna bhi hai? Kya main use rok kar sahi kar rahi hogi? Ya phir use chhod kar galat?' Edited by Funlover.
Uske man mein ek aur vichar aaya, jo aur bhi mushkil tha:
'Agar main Pooja ki maa hoke, usse baat karni chahiye? Chupke se. Raat ko akele mein. Uske sar par haath pherte hue poochti; "Beti, tujhe kya chahiye? Kya tu itni bhookhi hai ki lund ki tujhe itni zaroorat padi?"
'Phir use samjhati; "Dekh, jo tu kar rahi hai, woh teri marzi hai to theek hai. Lekin savdhani rakh. Garbh na thhar jaye. Samaj ko bhanak na lage. Aur sabse zaroori, khud ko kabhi itna kamzor mat hone de ki tu kisi ke aage bheekh mangne lage.
Shilpa ne apni jaanghain kaskar bheench li. Uski saansein bhaari ho rahi thi.
'Main Pooja ko rokta, to shayad khud ko bhi rok rahi hoti. Kyunki agar Pooja galat hai, to main bhi galat hoon - jo saalon se apni bhook ko maar rahi hoon.'
Kaafi der tak sochne ke baad Shilpa ke man mein ek faisla ubhra.
'Pooja ki maa hone se, main use rokoongi nahi. Bas savdhani baratne ko keh sakti hoon.
Use samjhati ki body ki bhook ko dabana paap nahi hai, lekin laparwahi karna paap hai.
Kisi se pyaar kar sakti hai, kisi ke aage apne paiyro ko phaila ke apne dono chhedo ko bhar sakti hai, lekin garbh nahi thharna chahiye.
Samaj ko bhanak nahi lagni chahiye.
Aur sabse zaroori - khud ko kabhi itna kamzor nahi banana chahiye ki koi use istemal kar sake.'
Shilpa ne takiye par sir tika diya. Uske chehre par ek udaas, lekin samajh bhari smile thi. Maitri ki rachana.
'Pooja jo kar rahi hai, woh theek hai.
"Beti, jo tujhe sukh de raha hai, use le le. Lekin hoshiyari se."
Uski aankhon se ek aansu gira.
'Aur shayad... main khud bhi ek din itni himmat kar paun.'
Usne taya kiya ki woh sirf apni aankh band rakh dekhegi, agar koi zaroorat padi to Pooja ko har tarah se madad karegi.
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Stay tuned friends..................
Maitri.
Yeh ehsas use khud par sharminda kar raha tha.
Uske man mein purani yaadein ghumne lagi - pehle Pooja kitni fresh dikh rahi thi jab uska pati tha. Uski har zarooraton ko uska pati poora karta hoga tabhi woh itni fresh dikhti thi. Lekin pati ke jaane ke baad samaj ne use "Sati-Savitri" bana diya tha. Koi chhu bhi nahi sakta hai. Koi dekh bhi nahi sakta hai.
'Samaj kehta hai - widow ko bhook nahi lagti. Ya phir bhook lagni nahi chahiye. Use zyada-tar pooja-paath mein time nikalna chahiye. Hatt, bhenchod, samaj.'
Lekin choot to aakhir choot hai har waqt ya hamesha choot to roz poochti hai - kab aayega koi jo mujhe bhar de? Mere chhed ko shanti pradaan kare.
Shilpa ne apni jaanghain kaskar bheench li. Pooja ki siski phir se aayi - is baar aur gehri, aur santusht.
Shilpa ke hont kaamp gaye.
'Mujhe dar lag raha hai... kahin main bhi kamzor na pad jaun. Lekin... kya galat hai ismein? Agar Pooja khush hai, to main kyun rokun? Main khud kyun nahi khush kar sakti?'
Uski aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya. Woh aansu gusse ka nahi, akelapan ka, bhook ka aur samajh ka tha.
Shilpa dheere-dheere apne kamre ki taraf laut gayi. Lekin ab uske kadam bhaari the. Pooja ki aawaazein ab bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi aur uske shareer mein ek nayi, khatarnak uthal-puthal paida kar rahi thi.
Ek maa hone ke naate mujhe kya karna chahiye. Woh apne bed par sochti rahi.
'Pooja meri beti hai. Woh widow hai. Jawaan hai. Uski body bhi to zinda hai. Kya main use saari zindagi sukhe hue phool ki tarah jeene ko majboor kar doon? Kya main use samaj ke dar ke aage jhukne ko kahun? Kya main use kahun ki "Beti, apni bhook daba lo, aur ghar aur baap ki izzat rakh lo"? Bhale hi upar wale ne tujhe chhed diye par iska istemal nahi kar sakti kyun ki tu ek widow hai?'
Shilpa ki aankhen nam ho gayi.
'Maa hone ke naate mera pehla kartavya hai meri beti ko surakshit rakhna. Lekin kya suraksha ka matlab uski khushi ko maarna bhi hai? Kya main use rok kar sahi kar rahi hogi? Ya phir use chhod kar galat?' Edited by Funlover.
Uske man mein ek aur vichar aaya, jo aur bhi mushkil tha:
'Agar main Pooja ki maa hoke, usse baat karni chahiye? Chupke se. Raat ko akele mein. Uske sar par haath pherte hue poochti; "Beti, tujhe kya chahiye? Kya tu itni bhookhi hai ki lund ki tujhe itni zaroorat padi?"
'Phir use samjhati; "Dekh, jo tu kar rahi hai, woh teri marzi hai to theek hai. Lekin savdhani rakh. Garbh na thhar jaye. Samaj ko bhanak na lage. Aur sabse zaroori, khud ko kabhi itna kamzor mat hone de ki tu kisi ke aage bheekh mangne lage.
Shilpa ne apni jaanghain kaskar bheench li. Uski saansein bhaari ho rahi thi.
'Main Pooja ko rokta, to shayad khud ko bhi rok rahi hoti. Kyunki agar Pooja galat hai, to main bhi galat hoon - jo saalon se apni bhook ko maar rahi hoon.'
Kaafi der tak sochne ke baad Shilpa ke man mein ek faisla ubhra.
'Pooja ki maa hone se, main use rokoongi nahi. Bas savdhani baratne ko keh sakti hoon.
Use samjhati ki body ki bhook ko dabana paap nahi hai, lekin laparwahi karna paap hai.
Kisi se pyaar kar sakti hai, kisi ke aage apne paiyro ko phaila ke apne dono chhedo ko bhar sakti hai, lekin garbh nahi thharna chahiye.
Samaj ko bhanak nahi lagni chahiye.
Aur sabse zaroori - khud ko kabhi itna kamzor nahi banana chahiye ki koi use istemal kar sake.'
Shilpa ne takiye par sir tika diya. Uske chehre par ek udaas, lekin samajh bhari smile thi. Maitri ki rachana.
'Pooja jo kar rahi hai, woh theek hai.
"Beti, jo tujhe sukh de raha hai, use le le. Lekin hoshiyari se."
Uski aankhon se ek aansu gira.
'Aur shayad... main khud bhi ek din itni himmat kar paun.'
Usne taya kiya ki woh sirf apni aankh band rakh dekhegi, agar koi zaroorat padi to Pooja ko har tarah se madad karegi.
*************************************************************....
Stay tuned friends..................
Maitri.
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