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Adhyay 50: Saajhi Deewar Ki Saansein

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Raat ke teesre pehar, jab Pune ke us oonche apartment ki naveen manzil par sannaata gehra gaya tha, to flat 903 ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si, bhaari aur thartharaati hui bechaini tair rahi thi. 

Master bedroom ke bade double bed par Kaavya karwat liye leti hui thi. 

Kamre ka AC band tha, aur khidki ke bhaari pardon ke peeche raat ki thandi hawa sarsara rahi thi. Kaavya ki aankhein khuli theen. Usne halke baadaami rang ka, mulaayam cotton nightsuit pehan rakha tha, jiski dheeli kurti uske karwat lene se ek taraf khisak gayi thi, jisse uski gori, chikni kamar aur naabhi ka kinaara nanga ho raha tha. 

Kaavya sone ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin neend uski palkon se koson door thi. 

Master bedroom aur bagal ke guest room ke beech sirf nau inch ki eent aur plaster ki ek saajhi deewar thi. Aur dono kamron ke darwaaze... galiyaare ki taraf poore khule hue the. 

Kamre ke us damghontu sannaate mein, us nau inch ki deewar ke us paar se ek aawaaz aa rahi thi.

*Sup... kharr... sup...* 

Woh Tauji ke sone ki aawaaz thi. 

Woh koi maamooli kharraata nahi tha. Woh chhappan saal ke ek akhand, vishaalkaay dehaati pehalwaan ke phephadon ki aawaaz thi. Jab Tauji gehri neend mein saans khinchte, to aisa lagta maano kisi lohaar ki bhaari dhoukani chal rahi ho. Unki chhaati ka phailav, unki pasliyon ki thartharaahat aur hawa ka woh bhaari, garam gharshan us patli deewar ko paar karke seedhe Kaavya ke kaanon mein utar raha tha.

Shaadi ke in chheh saalon mein, Kaavya ko Rajesh ke bagal mein sone ki aadat thi. Rajesh ki saansein hamesha bahut halki, uthli aur thaki hui hoti theen, ek corporate staff ki kamzor, tanaav-grast saansein, jo zara si aahat se toot jaati theen. 

Lekin deewar ke us paar bajta hua yeh mardaana music... yeh kisi jungli, aadim jaanwar ki saanson jaisa tha.

Kaavya ne mehsoos kiya ki uski apni saansein anjaane mein hi Tauji ki us lay ke saath taal milaane lagi theen. Jab deewar ke paar woh bhaari saans bheetar khinchti, to Kaavya ki chhaati bhi phool uthti; jab wahaan se ek garam, bhaari saans baahar chhoot-ti, to Kaavya ke honthon se bhi ek garam aah nikal jaati. 

Kaavya ke badan mein ek dheemi, sulagti hui aag daudne lagi. 

Uski jaanghon ke beech ki jagah geeli aur garam hone lagi thi. Kal raat Tauji ke pajaame mein tana hua woh saadhe aath inch ka phoulaadi tamboo... aur apni hi zabaan se nikla woh waada, *"Kal raat dekhenge..."*, uske dimaag mein kisi nasheele zehar ki tarah ghoom raha tha. 

Kaavya ne dono haathon se takiye ko apni chhaati se bheenjh liya. Usne apne honth kaat liye.

*Hey Bhagwan... yeh mujhe kya hota ja raha hai? Main us mard ki saanson ko apne bheetar kyon mehsoos kar rahi hoon?*

Woh karwatein badalti rahi, lekin us mardaana dhoukani ki aawaaz ne use poori raat jagaaye rakha.

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Subah ke theek paanch bajkar chaalees minute par, jab khidkiyon ke sheeshon par bhor ki pehli neeli aur matmaili roshni utarne lagi, to Kaavya bistar se uth gayi. 

Usne apne bikhre hue ghane, kaale baalon ko sametkar ek dheela sa jooda banaaya. Usne baadaami nightsuit ke oopar ek patla, safed cotton dupatta apne gale aur seene par lapet liya. 

Nange pairon se woh khaamoshi se galiyaara paar karke kitchen mein aa gayi. 

Ghar mein subah ki ek pavitra, thandi khaamoshi thi. Kaavya ne kitchen ka exhaust fan nahi chalaaya, taaki uski aawaaz se Tauji ki neend na toote. 

Usne gas ke choolhe par peetal ki ek puraani, bhaari tapeli chadhaayi. Usne usmein do bade cup paani daala, aur phir okhli mein taaza adrak, kaali mirch ke daane, tulsi ke hare patte, do loung aur daalcheeni ka ek chhota tukda daalkar batte se halke-halke kootna shuru kiya. 

*Thak... thak... thak...* 

Kaavya ne us kute hue masaale ko ubalte paani mein daal diya. Phir usne fridge se kachhi haldi ki ek gaanth nikaali, use chheelkar baareek ghisa aur tapeli mein mila diya. 

Kuchh hi minuteon mein, poore kitchen aur galiyaare mein taazi haldi, adrak aur tulsi ki ek teekhi, sourndhi aur ayurvedic mehak phailne lagi. Jab kaadha ubalkar aadha reh gaya, to Kaavya ne gas band ki. Usne ek bhaari peetal ke glass mein us khoulte hue kaadhe ko chhaana, aur usmein ek chammach shuddh jungli shehad ghol diya. 

Peetal ka woh glass itna garam tha ki Kaavya ko use pakadne ke liye ek cotton kapde ka sahaara lena pada. 

Ghadi mein theek chheh baj rahe the. 

Kaavya ne gehri saans li, apne dupatte ko theek kiya, aur peetal ka woh bhaap udaata hua glass thaame bahut houle kadmon se guest room ki taraf badh gayi.

Guest room ka darwaaza khula hua tha. 

Kamre ke bheetar bhor ki thandi, neeli roshni khidki ke sheeshon se chhankar sheesham ke double bed par bichhi aasmaani chaadar par tair rahi thi. 

Tauji bed par chitt lete hue the. Unki dono plaster bandhi bhujaayein gaavtaniyon par dhari theen. Unki safed baniyaan ke khule gol gale se unka vishaal, chhouda aur paseene se halka sa chamakta hua seena baahar jhaank raha tha, jis par puraane akhaadon ke kuchh halke cut aur safed-kaale ghane baal phaile hue the. 

Kamre mein us boodhe mard ke garam jism, balm aur desi paseene ki ek mardaana mehak rachi-basi thi. 

Kaavya ne bahut aahista se kamre mein kadam rakha. Uske pairon ki paayal ka ek ghunghroo bhi nahi khanka. 

Woh bed ke bilkul paas aayi. Usne peetal ke glass ko sirhaane rakhi chhoti teakwood ki mez par rakha. 

Aur phir, Kaavya bahut dheere se bed ke us aasmaani gadde ke kinaare baith gayi. 

Kaavya ke wajan se gadda halka sa neeche daba. 

Us halki si halchal ne hi Tauji ki neend tod di. Ek puraane pehalwaan ki neend hamesha bahut satark hoti thi. 

Tauji ki bhaari, papotedaar palkein dheere se hileen... aur phir unki aankhein khul gayeen. 

Neend ki khumaari se bhari unki badi-badi, matmaili aankhein jab khuleen, to saamne sirf kuchh inch ki doori par Kaavya ka chehra tha. 

Kaavya ka woh gora, bina kisi makeup ke chamakta hua doodhiya chehra... subah ki neeli roshni mein uske gaalon ki kudrati laali... aur uski badi-badi kajraari aankhein, jinmein ek bahut hi gehri, bheeghi hui mamta aur sankoch tair raha tha. 

Tauji ki saans ek pal ke liye halak mein atak gayi. Unko laga jaise woh abhi bhi koi sapna dekh rahe hon. 

"Kaavya...?" Tauji ke sookhe honthon se ek bhaari, neend mein doobi hui phusphusaahat nikli. 

Kaavya ne bahut hi meethi, houle se muskuraakar apni palkein jhuka leen. 

"Suprabhat Tauji," usne bahut hi dheeme, reshmi swar mein kaha. 

Tauji ne karwat lene ki koshish ki, लेकिन plaster bandhe bhaari haathon ke dard ne unko rok diya. Unhone apne chehre par jama hua sankoch samette hue bed ki chaadar par pada apna daayaan haath dheere se aage badhaaya. 

Tauji ka woh vishaal, khurdura aur jeevan bhar ki kushtiyon se sakht ho chuka haath... jismein plaster ke kinaare se unki moti, poron wali ungliyaan baahar nikli hui theen... 

Woh haath bahut aahista se bed ki chaadar par sarka. 

Aur phir, usne bed par rakhi Kaavya ki us naazuk, gori aur makhmali hatheli ko poori tarah apne neeche dhak liya। 

Kaavya ke poore jism mein ek bijli si koundh gayi. 

Tauji ki hatheli raat bhar ki neend se angaare jaisi garam thi. Us khurduri, sakht hatheli ka wajan jab Kaavya ki naazuk ungliyon par pada, to uske royein khade ho gaye. Lekin is baar Kaavya ne apna haath peeche nahi khincha. Usne apni ungliyon ko us dehaati pakad ke neeche bilkul dheela chhod diya, maano woh us mard ki panaah mein khud ko poori tarah saump chuki ho. 

Tauji ne apni nam aankhon se Kaavya ke chehre ko dekha. Unki aawaaz mein subah ki ek bhaari, bharraayi hui kritagyata thi: 

"Kaavya beti... tu itni subah kyon jaag gayi? Abhi to theek se chidiyon ne bhi bolna shuru nahi kiya... baahar abhi bhor ka dhundhlaka hai." 

Kaavya ne apni nazrein uthaayein. Uski aankhein seedhe Tauji ki laal, paki hui aankhon se takraayein. 

Kamre ke us ekaant mein, dono ke chehre itne kareeb the ki Kaavya Tauji ki saanson ki garam bhaap apni thhuddi par mehsoos kar sakti thi. 

Kaavya ke honth halke se kaanpe. Usne ek bahut hi dheemi, dil ko cheer dene wali phusphusaahat mein kaha:

"Aapke dukh-dard ke liye, Tauji..."

Tauji ka dil ek jhatke se dhadak utha. 

"Jab tak aapka dard kam nahi hoga... mujhe neend kaise aayegi?" Kaavya ne apni doosri hatheli se mez par rakhe peetal ke glass ko chhua, uski aawaaz mein ek aisa gehra, pavitra aur saath hi nasheela samarpan tha jo kisi kulvadhu ki maryaada se bahut aage nikal chuka tha. "Raat bhar aap dard ke maare karwatein badalte rahe hain... woh to aapke haath bandhe hain, warna aap karaah bhi nahi paate. Jab tak aapke shareer ko aaraam nahi milega, mere jaagne ka kya matlab?" 

Tauji ki aankhein chhalak aayein. 

Chhappan saal ki umar tak us mard ne sirf akhaade ki mitti, gaanv ki zameeni ranjishein aur apne bhateeje ko paalne ke liye khud ka khoon jalaaya tha. Usne apni poori zindagi mein kabhi kisi aurat se aisi seva, aisa laad aur aisa bina shart samarpan nahi paaya tha. 

"Beti... tu... tu mere liye bhagwan ka roop hai," Tauji ka gala rundh gaya. Unki ungliyon ne Kaavya ke haath ko thoda aur bheenjh liya. "Maine pichhle janam mein koi bahut bada punya kiya hoga jo mujhe tere jaisi bahu mili..." 

Kaavya ke chehre par ek dardnaak, rahasyamayi muskaan koundh gayi. 

*Bahu... ya kuchh aur?* 

Kaavya ne us baat ko hawa mein chhod diya. Usne bahut pyaar se apna haath Tauji ki pakad se dheere se nikaala aur peetal ka woh bhaari glass dono haathon mein thaam liya. 

"Ab baatein mat banaiye Tauji, yeh garam-garam kaadha pee lo," Kaavya ne kaha. "Adrak, kaali mirch aur kachhi haldi ka hai... jo andarooni soojan aur haddiyon ka dard hai na, use sokh lega." 

Tauji ne glass ki taraf dekha, aur phir jhenpte hue apni gardan peeche khinch li. 

"Beti... tu apne haathon se mere munh mein glass mat laga," Tauji ne adte hue ek upaay nikaala, "Tu glass yaheen mez ki kor par rakh de. Tere paas woh naariyal paani peene wala koi mota plastic ka pipe (straw) hoga na? Woh ismein daal de... main bistar par thoda sa jhukkar khud hi ghoont-ghoont khinch loonga. Tu bahu hokar itni subah mere munh mein ghoont daale, yeh mujhe theek nahi lagta..." 

"Tauji, kya bachhon jaisi baatein kar rahe hain aap?" Kaavya ne halki si meethi jhidki dete hue apni aankhein tarereen. "Khoulta hua adrak, kaali mirch aur kachhi haldi ka kaadha koi plastic ke straw se peeta hai kya? Ek to plastic ki nali pighalkar pet mein zehar ghol degi, aur oopar se straw se khinchenge to khoulta hua kaadha seedhe halak mein jaakar jeebh aur saans ki nali jala dega. Garam kaadha hamesha peetal ke bhaari bartan se, honthon se phoonk maar-maar kar aahista-aahista piya jaata hai taaki uski teekhi bhaap phephadon ko khole. Apni yeh adiyalpanti chhodiye aur jaisa keh rahi hoon waisa pijiyega... aapke andarooni dard ko khinch lega yeh." 

Kaavya thoda aur aage jhuki. Uska seena, uske 34D ke bhare hue stanon ka ubhaar us safed dupatte ke neeche se Tauji ke seene ke bilkul oopar aa gaya. 

Kaavya ne apne baayein haath se Tauji ki gardan ke peeche sahaara diya, aur apne daahine haath se woh garam peetal ka glass unke honthon se laga diya.

Tauji ne chhote-chhote ghoont lekar woh teekha, meetha aur garam kaadha peena shuru kiya. 

Har ghoont ke saath, Kaavya bahut dhyaan se unke honthon aur gale ki ghanti ko hilte hue dekh rahi thi. Jab kaadhe ki ek boond Tauji ke nichle honth se phisalkar unki safed-kaali daadhi mein atkne lagi, to Kaavya ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke, apne baayein haath ke angoothe se us boond ko ponchh diya, aur phir apne usi angoothe ko apni kurti ke kinaare par ponchh liya. 

Tauji ne poora glass khaali kar diya. 

Garam kaadhe ne unke seene aur pet mein ek taazgi bhari garmi bhar di thi. 

"Bas beti... bahut sukoon mila," Tauji ne ek gehri, tript saans lete hue apna sir waapas takiye par tika diya. 

Kaavya ne khaali glass ko mez par rakha. Usne Tauji ke seene par padi cotton chaadar ko dono taraf se khinchkar unke kandhon tak theek se odha diya. 

Woh uthne hi wali thi ki Tauji ne phir se uski taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ab dard nahi tha... wahaan wahi khaamosh, aadim aur bhookhi chamak lout aayi thi jo kal raat deewan par jagi thi. 

Dono ki nazrein mileen. 

Hawa mein ek ankaha, bijli jaisa khinchaav paida ho gaya. 

Kaavya ko achhi tarah yaad tha ki aaj raat kya hone wala hai. Aaj raat woh waada poora hona tha jo usne kal raat deewan par kiya tha, *"Kal raat dekhenge..."* 

Kaavya ke honthon par ek bahut hi dheemi, madhosh aur kaamuk muskaan bikhar gayi. Usne bahut dheere se apni gardan ko jhukaaya, aur Tauji ke kaan ke paas ek aakhiri, jalti hui phusphusaahat chhodi:

"Ab din bhar aaraam kijiyega Tauji... shaam ko main aapke liye garam paani se sponge ki taiyaari karoongi. Apna badan sambhaalkar rakhiye."

Tauji ka poora jism us waade ki yaad se sihar utha. Unhone apni aankhein band kar leen, aur unke chehre par ek bachhe jaisa bhola, kaamuk sukoon chha gaya. 

Kaavya khaali glass lekar kamre se baahar nikal aayi.

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Subah ke poune saat baje, Bengaluru ke us business hotel ke kamre mein... 

Main apne bistar par baitha hua tha. Sir mein kal ki flight ka woh chakkar-daar vertigo abhi bhi halka-halka ghoom raha tha. Aankhon ke neeche kaale ghere the, aur kamre mein raat ki thandi cigarette ki baasi badboo phaili thi. 

Mujhe subah aath baje check-out karke shehar ke logistics warehouse ki aakhiri exit meeting mein jaana tha, aur phir shaam ko Chennai ki flight pakadni thi. 

Lekin nahaane jaane se pehle, maine apni aadat ke mutaabiq apna personal laptop khola. 

Home-server ke dashboard par subah ki ek nayi motion-triggered video file chamak rahi thi, `Cam_GuestBed_01 [06:01 AM]`। 

Maine headphone lagaaye aur us file ko play kiya. 

Screen par, subah ki neeli, shaant roshni mein guest room ka drishya ubhar aaya. 

Maine dekha... Kaavya bed ke kinaare baithi thi. 

Maine dekha ki kaise Tauji ka woh bhaari, khurdura haath bed ki chaadar par sarkakar Kaavya ke gore haath ko apni mutthi mein chhupa leta hai. Aur sabse bhayanak baat yeh thi... ki Kaavya ne apna haath peeche nahi khincha tha! 

Woh us boodhe pehalwaan ke bilkul kareeb jhuki thi. Unke chehre ek-doosre se sirf chaar inch ki doori par the. 

Headphones mein mujhe Kaavya ki woh dheemi, makhmali phusphusaahat bilkul saaf sunayi di: 

*"Aapke dukh-dard ke liye, Tauji... jab tak aapka dard kam nahi hoga, mujhe neend kaise aayegi?"* 

Woh ek jumla sunte hi... mere dil par jaise kisi ne khanjar se waar kar diya. 

Meri aankhein phati ki phati reh gayeen, aur mere halak se ek bebas, sookhi saans nikli. 

*Aapke dukh-dard ke liye...* 

Mujhe apni shaadi ke chheh saal yaad aa gaye. 

Kitni hi baar aisa hua tha ki main IT park ke chaudah ghante ke tanaav, migraine ya tez bukhaar se tap raha hota tha. Raat ko jab main dard se karaahta tha, to Kaavya subah kabhi mere liye chheh baje nahi uthi thi. Woh apne boutique ke kapde aur fitting ke kaam ko hi duniya ka sabse bada kaam samajhti thi; subah jab alarm bajta, to woh apni neend mein chidhkar keh deti thi: 

*"Rajesh, please... kitchen mein tea-bags rakhe hain, garam paani karke green tea pee lo na... mujhe subah das baje boutique pahunchna hai, naye clients aa rahe hain, main late ho rahi hoon."* 

Main chupchaap uthkar kitchen mein chala jaata tha, aur man hi man budbudaata tha ki 'aajkal ki shehari aurton se biwi wali fikr ki ummeed karna hi bekaar hai... inko apne kapdon aur boutique se fursat mile tab to pati ka dhyaan aaye.' Maine khud ko yahi tasalli de rakhi thi ki aaj ke daur mein aurtein aisi hi beparwaah hoti hain. 

Lekin is saath saal ke anpadh, ganwaar dehaati ke liye... woh subah paanch baje se kitchen mein silbatte par masaale koot rahi thi! Aur sabse khaufnaak baat yeh thi ki us boodhe ne usse ek ghoont paani tak nahi maanga tha! Woh bina kisi ke kahe, apni hi antaraatma ke adamya samarpan se, ek paramparaagat vineet patni ki tarah uske bistar par baithkar use apne haathon se kaadha pila rahi thi, aur uski khurduri daadhi se tapakti boondon ko apne angoothe se ponchh rahi thi! 

Screen par, Kaavya ne jab Tauji ke kaan ke paas jhukkar woh aakhiri baat kahi, *"Shaam ko main aapke liye garam paani se sponge ki taiyaari karoongi... apna badan sambhaalkar rakhiye"*, to mere rongte khade ho gaye. 

Meri mutthi itni zor se bheenjh gayi ki mere naakhoonon ne meri hatheli ki khaal kaat di. 

Shaam ko sponge bath... 

Yaani aaj shaam ko woh us boodhe pehalwaan ke kapde utaaregi. Woh us nange daitya ke badan ko garam paani aur saabun se dhoyegi. 

Aur phir... raat ko woh waada poora hoga. 

Ek bhayanak, zehreeli eershya ne meri reedh ki haddi ko sunn kar diya. Lekin usi eershya ke neeche, mere bheetar ka woh parpeedak, woh bebas naamard ek bhayanak, aag ugalti kaamuk uttejana se tharthara utha. 

Kaavya ab poori tarah se haath se nikal chuki thi.

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Usi din dopahar ke kareeb do baje... 

Jab Bengaluru mein main warehouse ke kaagzaat par dastakhat kar raha tha, usi time Pune ke us shaant flat mein Kaavya ne apna Samsung Android tablet uthaaya tha. 

Usne apne bedroom ka darwaaza andar se band kiya, balcony ke sofa par baithi, aur apne gupt Tumblr account @pinklily_confessions (Pink Lily) par login kiya. 

Kaavya ki ungliyaan screen ke keyboard par beqaabu hokar kaanp rahi theen. Uski aankhon mein aansuon ki dhundh thi aur seene mein ek aisi bechain, madhosh dhadkan thi jo use chain se saans nahi lene de rahi thi. Usne ek naya, dil ko cheer dene wala blog post draft kiya, Post 4.5: "Deewar Ke Paar Ki Saansein, Jism Par Qabza Aur Bhor Ka Kaadha"। 

Usne likha:

*"Jab koi paraaya, vishaal aur zakhmi mard aapke ghar mein sota hai, to ghar ki hawa badal jaati hai... aur aurat ka wajood bhi. 

Kal raat, maine apne jeevan mein pehli baar kisi gair-mard ko uski jaanghon ke beech tane hue saadhe aath inch ke lohe jaise tanaav ke saath, apni aankhon se dekha aur muskura di. Maine use daanta nahi, maine us-se ghin nahi ki... balki maine apni nazron se uske us akde hue pourush ko sehlaate hue us-se aane wali raat ka waada kar diya. 

Aur poori raat, us patli nau inch ki deewar ke paar se uski bhaari, chhaati phaad dene wali saansein mere bistar tak aati raheen. AC ki thandak mein bhi mera badan paseene se bheegta raha. Mujhe laga jaise main kisi gehre, aadim jangal mein so rahi hoon jahaan ek ghaayal sher pehra de raha hai. 

Lekin sabse khaufnaak aur rooh kampa dene wala sach yeh hai... ki jab bhi main us boodhe pehalwaan ke kareeb jaati hoon, to mere jism par mera apna koi ikhtiyaar nahi rehta. Aisa lagta jaise koi doosri hi aurat, koi aadim, bhookhi aur nirlajj kaam-shakti mere jism ke bheetar utarkar meri nason par qabza kar leti hai. Meri apni sushikshit, kuleen aur maryaadit aatma kisi laachaar gudiya ki tarah ek kone mein khadi roti rehti hai, aur woh doosri aurat mere haathon ko chalaati hai, meri raanon ke beech kaam-ras ka sailaab baha deti hai, meri aawaaz ko shehad bana deti hai, aur mujhse aise-aise samarpan karwaati hai jinki kalpana maatra se meri rooh kaanp uthti hai! Kal raat jab maine us bistar par jhukkar waada kiya, to woh main nahi thi... woh mere jism par qabza kar chuki wahi shaitaani, atript aurat thi. 

Subah chheh baje, jab maine uske liye haldi, sounth aur adrak ka gaadha kaadha banaaya aur uske bistar ke kinaare baithi... to usne apni us plaster bandhi bhaari baanh ke sahaare mera haath thaam liya. Woh haath mere pati ke haathon jaisa nahi tha. Woh khurdura, garam, vishaal aur akhaade ki dhoop mein paka hua phoulaadi haath tha. Jab usne poochha ki main itni subah kyon jaag gayi, to us paraayi shakti ne mere munh se sach kehlwa diya, 'Aapke dukh-dard ke liye.' 

Main jaanti hoon ki aaj shaam mujhe kya karna hai. Mujhe us vishaal akhaadebaaz pehalwaan ke poore badan ke kapde utaarne hain, use nehlaana hai, apni hatheliyon se uske jism ko malna hai. Aur aaj raat... woh bistar phir se mere us bebas, beparda aatma-samarpan ka gawaah banega. 

Main dar se thar-thar kaanp rahi hoon... lekin meri jism us dar aur us hawas ke har qatre ko amrit ki tarah gatak rahi hai..."*

Kaavya ne ek lambi, bheeghi saans lekar us post ko 'publish' kar diya.

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Aur saikadon meel door, Bengaluru airport ke VIP lounge mein apni agli connecting flight ka intezaar karte hue... jab mere phone par us naye post ka notification aaya, to screen dekhte hi meri aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya. 

Mere haath mein pakde paper-cup ki garam coffee chhalkar meri pant par gir padi, lekin mujhe jalan ka koi ehsaas nahi hua. 

Kaavya ka woh post... uske ek-ek shabd mein tapakta hua woh bhayanak, vivash kaam-samarpan mere seene ko aari ki tarah kaat raha tha. Lekin asli zehar to us post ke neeche aane wale comments mein ubal raha tha! 

Tumblr ke us gupt forum par Kaavya ke hazaaron benaam followers toot pade the. Comment section kisi ubalte hue jwaalaamukhi ki tarah dhadhak raha tha:

@WildDesiQueen:
*"You go girl! Jab jism bolta hai to samaaj ke thope hue jhoothe rule aur paakhandi maryaadaayein ghutne tek deti hain. Tum koi kulta nahi ho, Pink Lily... tum ek jeeti-jaagti, 28 saal ki jawaan aur pyaasi apsara ho! Agar kisi 6'1" phoulaadi mard ne apni dono baahein tudwaakar tumhari bachhi ki jaan bachaayi hai, to tumhari is raseeli jism par uska poora haq banta hai. Is nashe ko roko mat, apne bheetar ki us jungli, belagaam aurat ko khulkar jeene do!"*

@BullRider_99:
*"Tumhara woh pati ek number ka buzdil, darpok aur naamard keeda hai! Saala apni jawaan, husn ki mallika jaisi biwi ko flat mein tadapta akela chhodkar doosre sheharon mein presentation dene bhaag gaya? Jis mard ke ghar mein rehte hue uski biwi ko kisi dehaati boodhe ke paseene aur tanaav mein apni pyaas bujhaani pade, use to apni mardaangi par chullu bhar paani mein doob marna chahiye. Aise corporate choohon ki yahi auqaat hoti hai ki woh daftaron mein joote ghisein aur unki khoobsoorat raaniyon ko asli mard bhogein!"*

@Alpha_Devotee_29:
*"Pink Lily, tumhari yeh post padhkar badan mein aag lag gayi! Itni gori, ameer aur nazaakat bhari kulvadhu jab kisi ghaayal, kaale-taanbai boodhe akhaadebaaz ke saamne apni nagnata aur seva parosti hai, to woh paap nahi, ek pavitra yajna ban jaata hai. Aaj shaam jab tum use nehlaaogi, to uske har ang ko apne haathon se chhoona... us saand ko apni chhaati se lagaana. Tum uski rakhail bhi ho aur uski devi bhi!"*

@DesiCuck_Observer:
*"Hahaha... bewaqoof pati ko khabar bhi nahi hogi ki jis biwi ko woh ghar ki izzat samajhta hai, woh kisi boodhe pehalwaan ke lund ko mutthi mein pakadkar nacha rahi hai! Aise kamzor aur thande mardon ke hisse mein sirf bill bharna aur tamaasha dekhna hi likha hota hai. Pink Lily, tum us mard ke liye bani ho jo tumko cheer kar rakh sake, kisi laptop wale clerk ke liye nahi!"*

@Real_Man_Lover:
*"Jo mard shaadi ke chheh saal mein apni biwi ke jism ko woh santushti na de sake jo ek boodha ghaayal mard sirf apni saanson se de de, us pati ko to laat maarkar nikaal dena chahiye. Woh tumhara pati nahi, sirf ek kaagzi naam hai. Tauji hi tumhara asli mard hai, uske bachhe ki maa bano!"*

Airport ke us chamakdaar, vaataanukoolit lounge mein, un ajnabi users ki yeh gaaliyaan aur fabtiyaan meri nangi aatma par kode ki tarah baras rahi theen. 

Poori duniya ke saamne... hazaaron ajnabiyon ki nazron mein... main ek naamard, ek tyaaga hua aur apni biwi ko santusht na kar paane wala buzdila pati saabit ho chuka tha. Aur meri hi biwi, meri apni Kaavya, apni jism par kisi paraayi taaqat ke qabze ka rona rote hue, mere hi Tauji ke pairon mein apni jawaani bichhaane ki taiyaari kar rahi thi.

Faasla mit chuka tha.

Aaj shaam... paani aur saabun ke beech... meri biwi maryaada ka agla khambha hamesha ke liye giraane wali thi.