21-10-2026, 11:37 AM
Pehli Dheemi Darar
Agli subah main 6:45 pe uth gaya tha. Neend poori nahi hui thi. Raat bhar dimag mein wahi scenes ghoom rahe the — Ramprasad ki aankhein, uski “sorry” wali awaaz, aur Kavya ka woh thoda sa soft padta hua tone. Main bed pe litte-litte soch raha tha ki main overthink toh nahi kar raha. Shayad sach mein kuch nahi hai. Shayad yeh sab mere dimag ki upaj hai. Lekin jo feeling thi, woh nahi ja rahi thi.
Kavya abhi so rahi thi. Uske baal pillow pe phailе hue the, muh thoda sa khula hua. Mainne uska face dekha. Itni seedhi, itni saaf. Uske chehre pe koi tension nahi thi. Mainne socha, shayad main hi paagal ho raha hoon.
6:55 pe door bell baji. Ramprasad aa gaya tha. Mainne jaldi se t-shirt peheni aur door khola. Woh phir se wahi white dhoti aur halka kurta pehne tha. Haath mein gamcha. Usne haath jodke kaha, “Namaste saab.”
Mainne sirf “Hmm” kaha aur kitchen ki taraf ishara kar diya. Kavya abhi nahi uthi thi. Main bathroom gaya, brush kiya, aur jab wapas aaya toh Ramprasad pehle se kitchen saaf kar raha tha. Usne gas on kar diya tha aur aloo ubal raha tha.
Main living room ke sofe pe baith gaya laptop kholne ke bahane. Asli mein main usse observe kar raha tha. Ramprasad kaam karte waqt bilkul focused dikhta tha, lekin uski aankhein kabhi-kabhi corridor ki taraf uth jati thin jahan se bedroom ka door dikhta tha. Jaise woh wait kar raha ho ki Kavya kab nikalе.
7:20 pe Kavya uthi. Usne pehle bathroom use kiya, phir simple light blue cotton nighty pehen ke bahar aayi. Dupatta nahi odha tha, lekin nighty knee-length thi aur kaafi loose. Usne Ramprasad ko dekhte hue bilkul flat awaaz mein kaha, “Aaj ke liye do aloo parathe aur ek omelette. Coffee alag se bana dena.”
Ramprasad ne turant “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh nahi milayi. Seedhe mere paas aayi aur boli, “Aapke kapde iron karke rakhne bol do usse. Kal meeting hai.”
Mainne notice kiya ki uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin pehle din jitna cold nahi tha. Thoda sa kam door. Jaise ab woh is aadmi ke presence ko accept kar chuki ho.
Nashta karte waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar Ramprasad ko call kiya. “Coffee thodi kam sweet banana next time.” Usne “Ji saab” kaha. Kavya us waqt apna paratha kha rahi thi. Usne mera face dekha aur boli, “Zyada mat bolna usse. Kaam kare bas.”
Mainne haske kaha, “Arre theek hai. Itna bhi kya.”
Lekin andar hi andar main uske reaction ko note kar raha tha. Usne “usko” nahi kaha, “usse” kaha. Chhoti si baat thi, lekin mujhe feel hui.
Office jaane se pehle mainne Kavya ke phone ko check kiya. Software chal raha tha. Koi naya message nahi tha. Mainne app ko background mein chhod diya aur nikal gaya.
Din bhar office mein dil nahi laga. Baar-baar soch raha tha ki ghar pe kya chal raha hoga. 1 baje maine software check kiya remotely. Location se pata chala ki Kavya office pahunch chuki hai. Ramprasad ka koi message nahi tha. Mainne thoda chain liya.
Shaam ko main 6:15 pe nikal gaya. Traffic ki wajah se 7:10 pe society pahuncha. Is baar mainne seedhe upper floors pe jane ki jagah basement mein gadi khadi ki aur stairs se upar gaya. Flat ke door ke paas aake mainne awaazein suni.
Andar se Ramprasad ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
“Memsaab, aapke yeh formal pants… roz pehenti ho. Kapda thoda tight hai kya? Main dekh ke bol raha hoon, washing ke baad thoda shrink ho gaya lagta hai.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, thodi irritated.
“Aapko kapdon se kya lena-dena? Apna kaam karo.”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz soft kar li.
“Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Bas aise hi dekh liya. Main toh soch raha tha aapko takleef na ho.”
Mainne quietly door ka handle ghumaaya. Door lock nahi tha. Main andar gaya toh dono kitchen mein the. Kavya ne abhi-abhi heels utaare the. Uske pair nange the. Ramprasad counter ke paas khoda tha, uske haath mein Kavya ka office bag tha.
Jab unhone mujhe dekha toh Ramprasad ne jaldi se bag table pe rakh diya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj jaldi aa gaye?”
Mainne “Hmm, kam traffic tha” kaha. Lekin meri nazar Ramprasad pe thi. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi tha. Bas wahi normal “Namaste saab”.
Raat ko khana khate waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar baat nikali. “Woh budha thoda personal baatein karta hai kya?”
Kavya ne spoon se daal lete hue kaha, “Kabhi-kabhi bakwas kar deta hai. Main daant deti hoon. Zyada sunti nahi.”
Mainne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh meri nazar se bach rahi thi. Thoda sa.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Ramprasad bartan saaf karke 8 baje nikal gaya. Mainne usse door tak chhodа. Jab woh stairs se utar raha tha toh usne ek baar peeche mudke dekha. Meri nazar se uski nazar mili. Usne halka sa sir jhukaya aur chala gaya. Us ek second mein mujhe laga jaise woh jaanta ho ki main usse observe kar raha hoon.
Raat ko 10:30 pe Kavya nahaane chali gayi. Mainne turant uska phone uthaya. Software ne naya alert diya tha. Ramprasad ne 9:48 pe message bheja tha:
“Memsaab, din mein jo kapdon wali baat muh se nikal gayi uske liye phir se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main budha aadmi hoon, kabhi-kabhi control nahi rehta. Aapki izzat mere liye sabse upar hai.”
Kavya ne 10:05 pe reply kiya tha:
“Aakhri baar warning de rahi hoon. Aisi baat dobara nahi honi chahiye.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:07 pe likha:
“Ji memsaab. Aisi galti nahi hogi. Aap sukhi raho.”
Main yeh chat padhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Kavya ne block nahi kiya. Usne sirf warning di. Aur Ramprasad bilkul usi pattern pe chal raha tha — pehle boundary cross karo, phir turant sorry, phir thoda aur wait karo.
Mainne phone wapas rakh diya. Kavya jab bathroom se bahar aayi toh usne simple white nighty pehen rakhi thi. Mainne usse bed pe bulaaya. Humne normal baatein ki. Office ki, traffic ki, weekend ke plans ki. Lekin main uske body language ko notice kar raha tha. Jab mainne uske kandhe pe haath rakha toh woh pehle se thodi kam tight thi. Itni resist nahi ki.
Sex us raat normal hi hua. Soft, jaldi khatam. Kavya ne lights off rakhi. Uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so gayi. Main uski peeth dekhte hue litta raha. Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh aadmi dheere-dheere meri biwi ke around ek invisible circle bana raha hai. Aur meri biwi us circle ko itni strictly break nahi kar rahi.
Agli subah phir wahi routine. Ramprasad 7 baje aaya. Kavya ne usse nashta bataya. Is baar usne itna harsh tone nahi use kiya. Bas normal instruction. Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad jab uske paas se guzra toh uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke nighty ke neckline pe ruki. Kavya ne bhi usse feel kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se dupatta odh liya jo sofe pe pada tha.
Main office nikalne se pehle software check kiya. Koi naya message nahi. Lekin mainne ek setting change ki — ab har deleted message ka automatic backup aa jayega mere phone pe.
Din bhar main kaam karte-karte soch raha tha. Yeh sab kahan tak jayega? Kya main kuch bolun Kavya se? Kya main Ramprasad ko nikal doon? Lekin uske paas koi solid proof nahi tha. Sirf “feeling” thi. Aur main jaanta tha ki agar main abhi kuch bolunga toh Kavya mujhe over-possessive ya paagal samjhegi.
Shaam ko main phir se thoda late gaya. 7:40 pe. Is baar door pe pahunchte hi mujhe clear awaaz aayi.
Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapke pair itne sundar hain… nange pair dekh ke lagta hai jaise koi rani ho. Main dil se bol raha hoon.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, is baar thodi tez.
“Ramprasad! Bas karo ab. Ek number ki himmat hai tumhari. Agar Vikram ne sun liya toh…”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz mein dar dikhaya.
“Maaf kar do memsaab. Muh se nikal gaya. Main jhoot nahi bolunga — aap bahut sundar lagti ho simple clothes mein bhi. Lekin main jaanta hoon yeh theek nahi. Aaj ke baad aisi baat nahi hogi. Kasam se.”
Mainne door khola. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Kavya ka face thoda flushed tha. Usne meri taraf dekha aur jaldi se boli, “Aaj traffic mein fas gaye kya?”
Mainne normal face banaye rakha. “Haan, thoda jam tha.”
Ramprasad ne “Namaste saab” kaha aur kitchen chala gaya. Mainne Kavya ke face ko carefully dekha. Uske gaanv pe halka sa laali thi. Aankhein meri nazar se bach rahi thin.
Raat ko khana chupchaap hua. Kavya ne zyada baat nahi ki. Mainne bhi nahi ki. Jab Ramprasad chala gaya toh mainne Kavya se seedha poocha, “Kuch hua kya aaj?”
Usne TV ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Kuch nahi. Woh budha kabhi-kabhi hadd cross kar jata hai. Mainne clear warning de di hai. Agar phir se kiya toh nikal denge.”
Mainne uski baat suni. “Hadd cross” — usne yeh words use kiye. Matlab kuch hua zaroor tha. Lekin woh details nahi de rahi thi.
10:45 pe software ne alert diya. Main bathroom gaya aur phone check kiya.
Ramprasad ka message 10:12 pe:
“Memsaab, aaj jo bol gaya uske liye dil se maafi. Main jaanta hoon main galat hoon. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main aapka sevak hoon, kuch aur nahi. Kal se bilkul control rakhunga.”
Kavya ka reply 10:31 pe:
“Tumhari maafi se kuch nahi hota. Aakhri baar kaha hai. Ab koi personal baat nahi.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:33 pe sirf itna likha:
“Ji memsaab.”
Main phone haath mein liye bathroom ke mirror ke saamne khoda raha. Kavya ne phir se block nahi kiya. Usne warning di, lekin rishte ko khatam nahi kiya. Aur Ramprasad bilkul textbook manipulative pattern follow kar raha tha. Pehle bold comment, phir extreme sorry, phir thoda intezaar, phir thoda aur push.
Mainne us raat Kavya ke paas jakar uska haath pakda. Usne haath nahi hataya. Mainne uske baal sehлаye. Usne aankhein band kar li. Humne sex nahi kiya us raat. Bas main uske close litta raha. Uske body se aati hui soap ki smell, uski saansein… sab normal tha. Lekin mere dimag mein ek baat clear ho chuki thi.
Yeh aadmi meri biwi ke around ek khel khel raha hai.
Aur meri biwi, jo pehle din bilkul deewar ban ke khadi thi, ab dheere-dheere us deewar mein darar aa rahi hai.
Main us darar ko dekh raha tha.
Aur main kuch nahi kar raha tha.
Kyunki ek hissa mujhmein yeh jaanna chahta tha ki aage kya hoga.
Ek hissa darta tha.
Aur ek hissa… jo main us waqt admit nahi karna chahta tha… thoda sa excite bhi ho raha tha.
Mainne ceiling ki taraf dekha. Bahar se Mumbai ki raat ki awaazein aa rahi thin. Horn, door closing, door door se kutta bhaunkna. Normal zindagi. Lekin is flat ke andar kuch normal nahi reh gaya tha.
Mainne decide kiya.
Kal se main aur closely watch karunga.
Software ko aur sensitive banaunga.
Aur jab bhi mauka milega, main unhe dekhunga bina unhe pata chale.
Kyunki yeh story ab sirf shuru hui thi.
Aur main, jo iska pati tha, ab iska silent audience banne wala tha.
Agli subah main 6:45 pe uth gaya tha. Neend poori nahi hui thi. Raat bhar dimag mein wahi scenes ghoom rahe the — Ramprasad ki aankhein, uski “sorry” wali awaaz, aur Kavya ka woh thoda sa soft padta hua tone. Main bed pe litte-litte soch raha tha ki main overthink toh nahi kar raha. Shayad sach mein kuch nahi hai. Shayad yeh sab mere dimag ki upaj hai. Lekin jo feeling thi, woh nahi ja rahi thi.
Kavya abhi so rahi thi. Uske baal pillow pe phailе hue the, muh thoda sa khula hua. Mainne uska face dekha. Itni seedhi, itni saaf. Uske chehre pe koi tension nahi thi. Mainne socha, shayad main hi paagal ho raha hoon.
6:55 pe door bell baji. Ramprasad aa gaya tha. Mainne jaldi se t-shirt peheni aur door khola. Woh phir se wahi white dhoti aur halka kurta pehne tha. Haath mein gamcha. Usne haath jodke kaha, “Namaste saab.”
Mainne sirf “Hmm” kaha aur kitchen ki taraf ishara kar diya. Kavya abhi nahi uthi thi. Main bathroom gaya, brush kiya, aur jab wapas aaya toh Ramprasad pehle se kitchen saaf kar raha tha. Usne gas on kar diya tha aur aloo ubal raha tha.
Main living room ke sofe pe baith gaya laptop kholne ke bahane. Asli mein main usse observe kar raha tha. Ramprasad kaam karte waqt bilkul focused dikhta tha, lekin uski aankhein kabhi-kabhi corridor ki taraf uth jati thin jahan se bedroom ka door dikhta tha. Jaise woh wait kar raha ho ki Kavya kab nikalе.
7:20 pe Kavya uthi. Usne pehle bathroom use kiya, phir simple light blue cotton nighty pehen ke bahar aayi. Dupatta nahi odha tha, lekin nighty knee-length thi aur kaafi loose. Usne Ramprasad ko dekhte hue bilkul flat awaaz mein kaha, “Aaj ke liye do aloo parathe aur ek omelette. Coffee alag se bana dena.”
Ramprasad ne turant “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh nahi milayi. Seedhe mere paas aayi aur boli, “Aapke kapde iron karke rakhne bol do usse. Kal meeting hai.”
Mainne notice kiya ki uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin pehle din jitna cold nahi tha. Thoda sa kam door. Jaise ab woh is aadmi ke presence ko accept kar chuki ho.
Nashta karte waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar Ramprasad ko call kiya. “Coffee thodi kam sweet banana next time.” Usne “Ji saab” kaha. Kavya us waqt apna paratha kha rahi thi. Usne mera face dekha aur boli, “Zyada mat bolna usse. Kaam kare bas.”
Mainne haske kaha, “Arre theek hai. Itna bhi kya.”
Lekin andar hi andar main uske reaction ko note kar raha tha. Usne “usko” nahi kaha, “usse” kaha. Chhoti si baat thi, lekin mujhe feel hui.
Office jaane se pehle mainne Kavya ke phone ko check kiya. Software chal raha tha. Koi naya message nahi tha. Mainne app ko background mein chhod diya aur nikal gaya.
Din bhar office mein dil nahi laga. Baar-baar soch raha tha ki ghar pe kya chal raha hoga. 1 baje maine software check kiya remotely. Location se pata chala ki Kavya office pahunch chuki hai. Ramprasad ka koi message nahi tha. Mainne thoda chain liya.
Shaam ko main 6:15 pe nikal gaya. Traffic ki wajah se 7:10 pe society pahuncha. Is baar mainne seedhe upper floors pe jane ki jagah basement mein gadi khadi ki aur stairs se upar gaya. Flat ke door ke paas aake mainne awaazein suni.
Andar se Ramprasad ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
“Memsaab, aapke yeh formal pants… roz pehenti ho. Kapda thoda tight hai kya? Main dekh ke bol raha hoon, washing ke baad thoda shrink ho gaya lagta hai.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, thodi irritated.
“Aapko kapdon se kya lena-dena? Apna kaam karo.”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz soft kar li.
“Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Bas aise hi dekh liya. Main toh soch raha tha aapko takleef na ho.”
Mainne quietly door ka handle ghumaaya. Door lock nahi tha. Main andar gaya toh dono kitchen mein the. Kavya ne abhi-abhi heels utaare the. Uske pair nange the. Ramprasad counter ke paas khoda tha, uske haath mein Kavya ka office bag tha.
Jab unhone mujhe dekha toh Ramprasad ne jaldi se bag table pe rakh diya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj jaldi aa gaye?”
Mainne “Hmm, kam traffic tha” kaha. Lekin meri nazar Ramprasad pe thi. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi tha. Bas wahi normal “Namaste saab”.
Raat ko khana khate waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar baat nikali. “Woh budha thoda personal baatein karta hai kya?”
Kavya ne spoon se daal lete hue kaha, “Kabhi-kabhi bakwas kar deta hai. Main daant deti hoon. Zyada sunti nahi.”
Mainne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh meri nazar se bach rahi thi. Thoda sa.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Ramprasad bartan saaf karke 8 baje nikal gaya. Mainne usse door tak chhodа. Jab woh stairs se utar raha tha toh usne ek baar peeche mudke dekha. Meri nazar se uski nazar mili. Usne halka sa sir jhukaya aur chala gaya. Us ek second mein mujhe laga jaise woh jaanta ho ki main usse observe kar raha hoon.
Raat ko 10:30 pe Kavya nahaane chali gayi. Mainne turant uska phone uthaya. Software ne naya alert diya tha. Ramprasad ne 9:48 pe message bheja tha:
“Memsaab, din mein jo kapdon wali baat muh se nikal gayi uske liye phir se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main budha aadmi hoon, kabhi-kabhi control nahi rehta. Aapki izzat mere liye sabse upar hai.”
Kavya ne 10:05 pe reply kiya tha:
“Aakhri baar warning de rahi hoon. Aisi baat dobara nahi honi chahiye.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:07 pe likha:
“Ji memsaab. Aisi galti nahi hogi. Aap sukhi raho.”
Main yeh chat padhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Kavya ne block nahi kiya. Usne sirf warning di. Aur Ramprasad bilkul usi pattern pe chal raha tha — pehle boundary cross karo, phir turant sorry, phir thoda aur wait karo.
Mainne phone wapas rakh diya. Kavya jab bathroom se bahar aayi toh usne simple white nighty pehen rakhi thi. Mainne usse bed pe bulaaya. Humne normal baatein ki. Office ki, traffic ki, weekend ke plans ki. Lekin main uske body language ko notice kar raha tha. Jab mainne uske kandhe pe haath rakha toh woh pehle se thodi kam tight thi. Itni resist nahi ki.
Sex us raat normal hi hua. Soft, jaldi khatam. Kavya ne lights off rakhi. Uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so gayi. Main uski peeth dekhte hue litta raha. Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh aadmi dheere-dheere meri biwi ke around ek invisible circle bana raha hai. Aur meri biwi us circle ko itni strictly break nahi kar rahi.
Agli subah phir wahi routine. Ramprasad 7 baje aaya. Kavya ne usse nashta bataya. Is baar usne itna harsh tone nahi use kiya. Bas normal instruction. Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad jab uske paas se guzra toh uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke nighty ke neckline pe ruki. Kavya ne bhi usse feel kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se dupatta odh liya jo sofe pe pada tha.
Main office nikalne se pehle software check kiya. Koi naya message nahi. Lekin mainne ek setting change ki — ab har deleted message ka automatic backup aa jayega mere phone pe.
Din bhar main kaam karte-karte soch raha tha. Yeh sab kahan tak jayega? Kya main kuch bolun Kavya se? Kya main Ramprasad ko nikal doon? Lekin uske paas koi solid proof nahi tha. Sirf “feeling” thi. Aur main jaanta tha ki agar main abhi kuch bolunga toh Kavya mujhe over-possessive ya paagal samjhegi.
Shaam ko main phir se thoda late gaya. 7:40 pe. Is baar door pe pahunchte hi mujhe clear awaaz aayi.
Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapke pair itne sundar hain… nange pair dekh ke lagta hai jaise koi rani ho. Main dil se bol raha hoon.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, is baar thodi tez.
“Ramprasad! Bas karo ab. Ek number ki himmat hai tumhari. Agar Vikram ne sun liya toh…”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz mein dar dikhaya.
“Maaf kar do memsaab. Muh se nikal gaya. Main jhoot nahi bolunga — aap bahut sundar lagti ho simple clothes mein bhi. Lekin main jaanta hoon yeh theek nahi. Aaj ke baad aisi baat nahi hogi. Kasam se.”
Mainne door khola. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Kavya ka face thoda flushed tha. Usne meri taraf dekha aur jaldi se boli, “Aaj traffic mein fas gaye kya?”
Mainne normal face banaye rakha. “Haan, thoda jam tha.”
Ramprasad ne “Namaste saab” kaha aur kitchen chala gaya. Mainne Kavya ke face ko carefully dekha. Uske gaanv pe halka sa laali thi. Aankhein meri nazar se bach rahi thin.
Raat ko khana chupchaap hua. Kavya ne zyada baat nahi ki. Mainne bhi nahi ki. Jab Ramprasad chala gaya toh mainne Kavya se seedha poocha, “Kuch hua kya aaj?”
Usne TV ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Kuch nahi. Woh budha kabhi-kabhi hadd cross kar jata hai. Mainne clear warning de di hai. Agar phir se kiya toh nikal denge.”
Mainne uski baat suni. “Hadd cross” — usne yeh words use kiye. Matlab kuch hua zaroor tha. Lekin woh details nahi de rahi thi.
10:45 pe software ne alert diya. Main bathroom gaya aur phone check kiya.
Ramprasad ka message 10:12 pe:
“Memsaab, aaj jo bol gaya uske liye dil se maafi. Main jaanta hoon main galat hoon. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main aapka sevak hoon, kuch aur nahi. Kal se bilkul control rakhunga.”
Kavya ka reply 10:31 pe:
“Tumhari maafi se kuch nahi hota. Aakhri baar kaha hai. Ab koi personal baat nahi.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:33 pe sirf itna likha:
“Ji memsaab.”
Main phone haath mein liye bathroom ke mirror ke saamne khoda raha. Kavya ne phir se block nahi kiya. Usne warning di, lekin rishte ko khatam nahi kiya. Aur Ramprasad bilkul textbook manipulative pattern follow kar raha tha. Pehle bold comment, phir extreme sorry, phir thoda intezaar, phir thoda aur push.
Mainne us raat Kavya ke paas jakar uska haath pakda. Usne haath nahi hataya. Mainne uske baal sehлаye. Usne aankhein band kar li. Humne sex nahi kiya us raat. Bas main uske close litta raha. Uske body se aati hui soap ki smell, uski saansein… sab normal tha. Lekin mere dimag mein ek baat clear ho chuki thi.
Yeh aadmi meri biwi ke around ek khel khel raha hai.
Aur meri biwi, jo pehle din bilkul deewar ban ke khadi thi, ab dheere-dheere us deewar mein darar aa rahi hai.
Main us darar ko dekh raha tha.
Aur main kuch nahi kar raha tha.
Kyunki ek hissa mujhmein yeh jaanna chahta tha ki aage kya hoga.
Ek hissa darta tha.
Aur ek hissa… jo main us waqt admit nahi karna chahta tha… thoda sa excite bhi ho raha tha.
Mainne ceiling ki taraf dekha. Bahar se Mumbai ki raat ki awaazein aa rahi thin. Horn, door closing, door door se kutta bhaunkna. Normal zindagi. Lekin is flat ke andar kuch normal nahi reh gaya tha.
Mainne decide kiya.
Kal se main aur closely watch karunga.
Software ko aur sensitive banaunga.
Aur jab bhi mauka milega, main unhe dekhunga bina unhe pata chale.
Kyunki yeh story ab sirf shuru hui thi.
Aur main, jo iska pati tha, ab iska silent audience banne wala tha.
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