[Greenwood]

Update 29


Monday, 8:42 AM | Flat 303
Reyansh ki gaadi apartment ke basement mein khadi thi, lekin woh abhi tak usmein baitha phone dekh raha tha.
Screen par teen notifications the.
Neha ka message:
“Client ne kal raat revised brief bheja hai. Please tell me tumne padha hai.”
Arshad ka message:
“Proposal bhej diya. Ab client ka reply aane tak main officially berozgaar hone ki practice kar raha hoon.”
Aur Aarohi ka:
“Next outing tum plan kar rahe ho. Main bas itna bata doon ki mujhe bheed, loud music aur bina matlab ki lambi drives se allergy hai.”
Reyansh ne Aarohi ko reply kiya.
Reyansh: “Tumhari requirements dekh kar lag raha hai outing nahi, government tender bhar raha hoon.”
Aarohi: “Reject ho sakta hai.”
Reyansh: “Mere proposals reject nahi hote.”
Aarohi: “Achha? Divorce ke baad bhi itna confidence?”
Message bhejne ke baad Aarohi ne turant ek aur message bhej diya.
Aarohi: “Sorry. Thoda personal ho gaya. Mujhe woh line nahi bolni chahiye thi.”
Reyansh ki ungliyan screen par ruk gayin.
Usne message do baar padha. Phir phone lock kar diya.
Kuch der baad usne dobara phone khola.
Reyansh: “It's okay. Bas tumhari government tender wali application abhi pending hai.”
Aarohi: “Application withdraw kar doon?”
Reyansh: “Ab itni mehnat se form bhara hai toh interview toh do.”
Aarohi: “Fine. Lekin interview mein personal questions allowed nahi hain.”
Reyansh: “Phir toh tumhari selection pakki hai.”
Reyansh muskura diya.
Baat khatam ho gayi thi, lekin uske dimaag mein Aarohi ka sawaal thodi der tak raha.
Usne us sawaal ko koi khaas naam nahi diya. Na use bura kehkar hataaya, na uska matlab nikaalne baitha.
Bas gaadi start ki aur office ki taraf nikal gaya.
Har baat ka jawaab usi waqt dena zaroori nahi hota.
Kabhi-kabhi jawaab se pehle insaan ko khud samajhna padta hai ki sawaal ne use roka kyun.


Monday, 10:15 AM | Office
Conference room mein presentation khuli thi. Neha laptop ke paas baithi thi, jabki Reyansh whiteboard par campaign ke teen options likh raha tha.
“Option one is safe,” Neha ne kaha. “Option two is interesting, but client ko thoda risky lag sakta hai.”
“Option three?”
“Option three tumhara favourite hai, isliye tum mujhe bolne hi nahi doge.”
Reyansh ne marker band kiya.
“Tum mujhe itna galat samajhti ho?”
“Main tumhe itna jaanti hoon.”
“That's worse.”
Neha hans padi.
Meeting ke dauraan client ne ek nayi condition rakh di. Presentation ka poora structure badalne ki zaroorat nahi thi, lekin unhe campaign ka central idea aur simple karna tha.
Pehle Reyansh ko irritation hui. Phir usne Neha ki taraf dekha.
“Ek kaam karte hain. Jo cheez hum client ko samjhaane mein paanch minute laga rahe hain, shayad woh idea hi zyada complicated hai.”
Neha ne use dekha.
“Tum khud apne idea ko simplify karne ko keh rahe ho?”
“Haan. Is moment ko record kar lo. Agle appraisal mein kaam aayega.”
“Main toh isse framed certificate banwaungi.”
Dono ne presentation dobara kholi.
Is baar Reyansh ne apna favourite concept bachane ki koshish nahi ki. Usne uska woh hissa rakha jo sach mein kaam ka tha aur baaki hata diya.
Meeting khatam hui toh client ne revised direction approve kar di.
Neha apna laptop band karte hue boli, “Aaj tumne apne idea se shaadi nahi ki.”
“Har achhi cheez ko zindagi bhar nibhana zaroori nahi hota.”
Neha ki muskurahat ek pal ko halki si badli.
“Fair point.”
Phir usne bag uthaya aur apni desk ki taraf chali gayi.
Reyansh ko baad mein ehsaas hua ki usne ek aam si line keh di thi. Neha ne bhi use wahin chhod diya.
Har conversation ko gehra banana zaroori nahi tha.
Kabhi ek simple baat bhi apni jagah poori hoti hai.


Monday, 7:10 PM | Flat 303
Shaam ko Reyansh ghar aaya toh dining table par khana rakha tha. Shalu kitchen ka kaam samet rahi thi.
“Shalu, tumhara Saturday wala trial class confirm hai?”
“Haan. Message aa gaya.”
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“Achha. Kya seekhne ko milega?”
“Pehle din toh shayad basic computer aur documents. Unhone bola hai notebook le aana.”
“Fees bata di?”
“Trial free hai. Uske baad poora course samjhayenge.”
Reyansh ne sir hila diya.
“Good. Pehle dekh lena ki teacher kaise samjhata hai, class mein kitne students hain aur jo sikhane ka promise kar rahe hain, woh actual mein sikhate bhi hain ya nahi.”
Shalu ne haath ponchkar use dekha.
“Main itni bhi bewakoof nahi hoon.”
“Main kab bola?”
“Tumhara chehra bol raha tha.”
“Tum mere chehre ki language bhi seekh rahi ho?”
“Woh toh bina fees ke seekh li.”
Reyansh hans diya.
Shalu ne table par rakha glass uthaya, phir kuch sochkar ruk gayi.
“Ek baat poochun?”
“Poochho.”
“Agar course karne ke baad bhi mujhe koi achhi job nahi mili toh?”
Reyansh ka jawab turant nahi aaya.
Woh kursi par baith gaya.
“Toh tumne ek course kiya hoga. Usse tumhe pata chalega ki kya aata hai aur kya nahi. Phir doosra step decide karogi.”
“Matlab time waste ho sakta hai.”
“Ho sakta hai. Lekin bina try kiye bhi toh tum isi sawaal mein phansi rahogi.”
Shalu chup ho gayi.
Uski aankhon mein abhi bhi darr tha, lekin us darr ke saath ek aur cheez aa gayi thi. Apni zindagi mein pehli baar woh kisi faisle ke liye permission nahi, information jama kar rahi thi.
“Saturday ko class se aakar bataungi,” usne kaha.
“Main result ka wait karunga.”
“Result exam ka nahi hai.”
“Tumhare liye hai.”
Shalu ne nazar jhuka kar muskurahat chhupayi.
“Achha, ab khana kha lo. Thanda ho raha hai.”
Woh kitchen mein chali gayi.
Reyansh ne plate apni taraf kheench li.
Uske liye yeh ek chhoti si conversation thi. Shalu ke liye shayad woh apne future ki taraf badhaya gaya pehla kadam tha.
Dono ek hi ghar mein the, lekin unki zindagiyan alag-alag dishaon mein chal rahi thi.
Aur filhaal, dono ko yahi theek lag raha tha.


Tuesday, 6:35 PM | Arshad ka office
Arshad apne monitor ko aise dekh raha tha jaise screen ke andar baitha client uska paisa nahi, uski personal khushi rok kar baitha ho.
Kabir uski desk ke paas aaya.
“Reply aaya?”
“Nahi.”
“Follow-up?”
“Draft kiya hai.”
“Bheja?”
“Draft kiya hai, Kabir. Bhejne aur draft karne ke beech ek emotional process hota hai.”
Kabir ne uske kandhe par haath rakha.
“Tu client ko follow-up bhej raha hai ya rishta maang raha hai?”
Arshad ne use ghoora.
“Ja. Apni zindagi mein jaakar pareshaan ho.”
Kabir hanskar chala gaya.
Arshad ne follow-up message dobara padha. Usmein koi desperate line nahi thi, na extra flattery. Bas project ke baare mein ek seedha sawaal aur agle step ke liye availability.
Usne send kar diya.
Phir phone uthakar Reyansh ko call kiya.
“Ek professional sawaal hai.”
“Tumse?”
“Dekho, isliye main tujhe call karta hoon. Tu mere talent ki kadar hi nahi karta.”
“Bolo.”
“Client reply nahi kar raha. Kitna wait karna chahiye?”
“Kitna time hua?”
“Ek din.”
“Arshad.”
“Haan?”
“Ek din.”
“Main bas market dynamics samajh raha tha.”
“Market dynamics ya apni anxiety?”
Arshad kursi par peeche hua.
“Dono ka merger ho gaya hai.”
Reyansh hans pada.
“Do-teen working days de. Phir ek follow-up. Uske baad aage badh. Ek client ka reply tumhara career decide nahi karta.”
Arshad kuch pal chup raha.
“Tu sahi keh raha hai.”
“Is baat ko record karun?”
“Bilkul. Tere ghar mein certificate ka frame hoga. Mere ghar mein teri baaton ka museum banega.”
“Entry ticket rakhna. Income generate hogi.”
“Dekh, yahi wajah hai ki main tujhe dost maanta hoon. Business partner nahi.”
Call khatam hone se pehle Arshad ne poochha, “Aur tu? Life mein kuch naya chal raha hai?”
“Office, ghar, khana.”
“Boring.”
“Tumhara client reply nahi karta, meri life boring hai. Dono ke paas problems hain.”
“Ek din tu maanega ki main teri zindagi mein entertainment department hoon.”
“Budget cut karne ka soch raha hoon.”
Arshad zor se hans pada.
Call ke baad usne apne proposal ki file dobara nahi kholi.
Usne ek purane contact ko message kiya jiske saath woh pehle ek chhota campaign kar chuka tha. Usne seedha poochha ki kya agle mahine koi freelance requirement ho sakti hai.
Reply aaya:
“Possibly. Next week call karte hain.”
Arshad ne phone table par rakha.
Koi badi jeet nahi thi.
Bas ek darwaaza band hone ka intezaar karne ke bajaye usne doosre darwaaze par knock kar diya tha.


Wednesday, 8:20 PM | Flat 304 ke bahar
Jheel ke flat se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi. Kabhi woh ek sentence bolti, kabhi ruk jaati, phir use dobara bolti.
Reyansh apne ghar ka darwaaza band kar raha tha, tabhi uski nazar Jheel par padi.
Woh phone ko haath mein pakde hue thi aur screen par kuch dekhkar bol rahi thi.
“Good evening. Today I want to talk about…”
Woh ruk gayi.
Phir usne apna sir halka sa jhatka.
“No. Again.”
Reyansh ne muskurate hue kaha, “Audience difficult hai kya?”
Jheel ekdam palti.
“Tum kab aaye?”
“Jab tumne apne audience ko doosra chance diya.”
Uske gaal halki si laali se bhar gaye.
“Main speaking practice kar rahi thi.”
“Pata chal raha hai.”
“Tum mazaak uda rahe ho?”
“Nahi. Bas yeh soch raha hoon ki tumne practice ke liye mirror choose kiya ya phone?”
“Phone. Ismein recording hoti hai. Main baad mein dekh sakti hoon ki kahan galti hui.”
Reyansh ki muskurahat thodi badli.
“That's actually smart.”
Jheel ne phone ki screen lock kar di.
“Course mein humein ek short video introduction banana hai. Apne baare mein bolna hai. Main likh leti hoon toh theek hota hai, lekin camera on hote hi sab bhool jaati hoon.”
“Kitni der ka video?”
“Do minute.”
“Abhi kitna hua?”
“Ek minute se kam.”
“Perfect. Pehle ek minute ko achha karo. Do minute apne aap aa jayenge.”
Jheel ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tumhe kabhi camera ke saamne bolna pada hai?”
“Client presentations mein. Lekin wahan slides hoti hain, aur agar main bhool jaun toh blame karne ke liye PowerPoint hota hai.”


Jheel hans padi.
“Tum serious baat bhi mazaak mein karte ho.”
“Har waqt nahi.”
“Achha? Kab serious hote ho?”
Reyansh ne ek pal uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Jab zaroorat hoti hai.”
Jawab seedha tha. Jheel ne uske chehre par kuch aur padhne ki koshish nahi ki.
“Ek kaam karo,” Reyansh ne kaha. “Mujhe apna introduction suna do. Main bataunga ki kya clear hai aur kahan tum khud ko unnecessary difficult bana rahi ho.”
Jheel ne hichkichakar phone khola.
“Abhi?”
“Tum practice hi toh kar rahi thi.”
“Lekin tum saamne khade ho.”
“Main camera nahi hoon. Mere paas recording ka button bhi nahi hai.”
“Tumhare paas comments ka button hai.”
“Woh permanent feature hai.”
Jheel phir hans di.
Usne phone side mein rakha, saans li aur bolna shuru kiya.
“Hello. My name is Jheel. I am learning communication and digital skills because I want to become more confident…”
Pehli baar uski awaaz thodi dheemi thi. Doosre sentence mein woh ek shabd par atak gayi. Usne khud ko roka, phir sentence dobara bola.
Is baar usne apni galti par maafi nahi maangi.
Introduction khatam hua toh Reyansh ne sir hilaya.
“Achha tha.”
Jheel ne aankhein sikodi.
“Bas achha?”
“Tumne teen baar apni baat khud correct ki. Pehle tum ruk jaati thi. Aaj tumne continue kiya. Mere liye woh important hai.”
Jheel ka chehra dheere-dheere khil gaya.
“Main kal phir practice karungi.”
“Kal camera ke saamne.”
“Pehle mirror.”
“Deal.”
Woh dono apne-apne darwaazon ki taraf badhe.
Phir Jheel ne use awaaz di.
“Reyansh?”
Woh palta.
“Thank you. Tum mujhe galti karne par awkward feel nahi karwate.”
Reyansh kuch pal use dekhta raha.
“Galti karna awkward nahi hota, Jheel. Galti ke baad khud ko chhota samajhna awkward bana deta hai.”
Jheel ne uski baat chupchaap suni.
“Good night,” usne kaha.
“Good night.”
Reyansh apne flat mein chala gaya.
Jheel kuch pal darwaaze par khadi rahi, phir andar jaakar apne phone mein ek naya video record karne lagi.
Is baar usne pehle se likha hua introduction saamne nahi rakha.


Thursday, 9:40 PM | Reyansh ka bedroom
Raat ko Reyansh ne phone charging par lagaya aur alarm set kiya.
Usne kal ke kaam ki list dekhi. Do meetings, ek presentation, aur Friday tak complete karna wala review.
Sab kuch seedha tha.
Phir woh light band karke let gaya.
Neend aane mein waqt laga.
Aakhirkaar aankhein band hui toh woh ek aise kamre mein tha jise pehchaanne ki koshish karte hi tasveer dhundhli hone lagi.
Kahin paas se kisi ki awaaz aayi.
Kuch kaha gaya tha.
Woh lafz pakad nahi paaya.
Phir ek halki si awaaz, jaise table par rakhi koi cheez hil gayi ho.
Reyansh ne sapne mein palatkar dekha.
Saamne ka chehra saaf nahi tha.
Usne kuch kehna chaha, lekin uski awaaz jaise gale mein hi atak gayi.
Agle hi pal uski aankh khul gayi.
Kamra andhera tha.
Phone par waqt tha: 2:46 AM.
Reyansh seedha letkar chhat ko dekhta raha. Dil ki dhadkan kuch tez thi, lekin dheere-dheere normal hone lagi.
Usne paani piya.
Phone uthaya, phir wapas rakh diya.
Kisi ko call karne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Kisi ko message bhejne ka bhi mann nahi hua.
Woh dobara let gaya.
Is baar neend jaldi nahi aayi.
Subah jab alarm baja, usne use band kiya aur kuch der tak bistar par hi pada raha.
Phir khud ko uthaya.
Bathroom ki light on ki, chehre par paani maara aur mirror mein apni aankhon ko dekha.
“Bas neend poori nahi hui,” usne khud se kaha.
Woh sentence bolna aasaan tha.
Aur filhaal, usne usi ko maan liya.


Friday, 6:05 PM | Bengaluru, ek chhota sa bookstore café
Aarohi ka message dopahar ko aaya tha.
Aarohi: “Tumhari outing application ka kya hua?”
Reyansh: “Shortlisting chal rahi hai.”
Aarohi: “Kitne candidates hain?”
Reyansh: “Ek.”
Aarohi: “Phir itna time kyun lag raha hai?”
Reyansh: “Candidate bahut sawaal poochti hai.”
Aarohi: “Candidate ko clarity pasand hai.”
Reyansh ne use ek jagah ka naam bheja. Ek chhota bookstore café, jahan woh pehle ek baar office ke baad gaya tha. Wahan kitabon ka section tha, lekin log sirf coffee peene nahi, thodi der baithkar padhne bhi aate the.
Aarohi ka reply aaya:
“This sounds acceptable.”
“Acceptable? Main itni mehnat kar raha hoon.”
“Final approval location dekhne ke baad milega.”
Friday shaam ko dono wahan mile.
Aarohi ne simple blue shirt aur cream trousers pehne the. Baal khule the, aur uske kandhe par ek bada sa tote bag tha. Reyansh ne use dekhkar kaha, “Tum apna ghar saath laayi ho?”
Aarohi ne bag neeche rakha.
“Notebook, laptop, charger, wallet, book.”
“Bas ghar ki chaabi reh gayi.”
“Woh bhi hai.”
Reyansh hans pada.
Dono ne coffee order ki. Aarohi ne bookstore ke ek shelf se kitab uthayi aur cover dekhne lagi.
“Tum fiction padhte ho?” usne poochha.
“Kabhi-kabhi.”
“Kabhi-kabhi matlab?”
“Jab koi mujhe book recommend karta hai aur phir poochhta hai ki padhi ya nahi.”
“Tum book padhte ho ya accountability se bachne ki koshish karte ho?”
“Dono.”
Aarohi ne kitab uski taraf badha di.
“Yeh try karna.”
Reyansh ne cover dekha.
“Tumne padhi hai?”
“Haan.”
“Achhi hai?”
“Tum padhkar bata dena.”
“Tum bhi na, review ka kaam reader par daal deti ho.”
“Main design karti hoon. Review tumhara department hai.”
Reyansh ne kitab khareed li.
Phir dono café ke ek kone mein baith gaye. Is baar unki baat architecture ya exhibition ke baare mein nahi thi. Aarohi ne apne kaam ke ek naye project ka zikr kiya, jahan client usse har baar design badalne ko keh raha tha, magar yeh nahi bata pa raha tha ki use chahiye kya.
“Sabko pata hota hai ki unhe kya pasand nahi,” Aarohi boli. “Lekin jab poochho ki kya chahiye, toh jawab nahi hota.”
Reyansh ne coffee ka cup uthaya.
“Corporate duniya mein welcome.”
“Tumhare clients bhi aise hi hain?”
“Some of them. Lekin kabhi-kabhi hum bhi wahi karte hain. Humein kisi cheez se problem hoti hai, lekin hum khud nahi samajh paate ki asal mein chahiye kya.”
Aarohi ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tum apne baare mein bol rahe ho?”


“Main general statement de raha hoon.”
“Convenient.”
“Professional habit.”
Aarohi muskurayi, magar is baar usne uski baat ko aage nahi kheencha.
Kuch der baad usne poochha, “Tumhe yahan aakar achha laga?”
Reyansh ne café ke aas-paas nazar ghumayi. Do students ek hi kitab ko lekar behas kar rahe the. Ek aadmi window ke paas baitha tha aur har kuch minute mein apni coffee bhool jaata tha. Counter par kaam kar rahi ladki kisi customer ke liye kitab dhoondh rahi thi.
“Haan,” Reyansh ne kaha. “Yahan kisi ko jaldi nahi hai.”
“Tumhe jaldi rehti hai?”
“Kaam mein, haan.”
“Kaam ke bahar?”
Reyansh ne cup table par rakh diya.
“Kaam ke bahar kabhi-kabhi pata hi nahi hota ki jaana kahan hai.”
Aarohi ne uska chehra dekha. Is baar usne koi personal sawaal nahi poochha.
Bas kaha, “Toh kabhi-kabhi aisi jagah aa jaana chahiye jahan pahunchkar kuch karna zaroori na ho.”
Reyansh ne halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hilaya.
“Yeh recommendation bhi tumhari list mein add kar leta hoon.”
“Book ke saath?”
“Book ke saath.”
Jab woh café se nikle toh raat hone lagi thi.
Aarohi ne apna bag kandhe par rakha.
“Next time tumhe koi aur jagah choose karni hogi.”
“Tumne abhi approval diya hi kahan hai?”
“Location approved. Host under review.”
“Review kab tak complete hoga?”
“Depend karta hai.”
“Kis par?”
Aarohi ne gaadi ki taraf badhte hue palatkar kaha, “Agli outing par.”
Reyansh hans diya.
Unke beech abhi koi waada nahi tha. Na kisi ne doosre ko apni zindagi mein koi jagah dene ka elaan kiya tha.
Lekin unki mulaqatein ab sirf pehli mulaqat ki formalities nahi rahi thi.
Dono ko ek doosre ki company pasand aane lagi thi.
Filhaal itna kaafi tha.


Saturday, 11:30 AM | Shalu ka trial class
Shalu ne apna notebook bag mein rakha, phir use nikala, phir dobara rakha.
Reyansh breakfast ke baad apni watch pehen raha tha jab usne use dekha.
“Notebook ghar par chhodkar jaana hai kya?”
Shalu ne use ghoora.
“Check kar rahi hoon.”
“Teesri baar?”
“Tum apna kaam karo.”
Reyansh ne haath upar kar diye.
“Best of luck.”
Shalu darwaaze tak gayi, phir palatkar boli, “Agar mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya toh?”
“Toh teacher se poochhna.”
“Agar teacher ko bura laga toh?”
“Toh doosra sawaal poochhna.”
Shalu ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tumhare liye sab itna simple kyun hota hai?”
“Simple nahi hota. Main bas har problem ka answer pehle se imagine karke pareshaan nahi hota.”
Shalu ne ek lambi saans li.
“Achha. Main ja rahi hoon.”
“Jaao.”
Woh chali gayi.
Reyansh ne darwaaza band kiya aur kuch pal wahin khada raha.
Usse yaad aaya ki jab Shalu ne pehli baar English practise karni shuru ki thi, tab woh ek sentence bolne se pehle kai baar rukti thi. Ab woh course dhoondh rahi thi, fees compare kar rahi thi, aur class attend karne ja rahi thi.
Usne apne phone par koi motivational quote nahi khola.
Na hi Shalu ko doosra message bheja.
Uska kaam ab Shalu ke liye har kadam aasaan banana nahi tha.
Kabhi-kabhi uska kaam sirf itna tha ki jab woh khud kadam badhaye, toh koi usse wapas na kheench le.


Saturday, 8:15 PM | Arshad ka message
Shaam ko Reyansh apne laptop par ek report dekh raha tha jab Arshad ka message aaya.
Arshad: “Client ne reply kar diya.”
Reyansh: “Congratulations. Kya bola?”
Arshad: “Call next week. Brief discuss karna hai.”
Reyansh: “Good. Ab overthink mat karna.”
Arshad: “Main overthink nahi karta. Main possibilities ka detailed analysis karta hoon.”
Reyansh: “Haan. Anxiety ka corporate naam.”
Arshad ne ek voice note bheja. Usmein woh client call ke liye teen alag introductions practise kar raha tha. Pehle mein woh bahut formal lag raha tha, doosre mein aisa jaise client se paise udhaar maang raha ho, aur teesre mein woh apni hi line par hans pada.
Reyansh ne voice note poora suna aur reply kiya:
“Doosra wala mat use karna. Baaki dono ko mila kar natural bolna.”
Arshad: “Tu dost hai ya unpaid consultant?”
Reyansh: “Invoice bhej dunga.”
Arshad: “Sakshi ko bolunga. Woh tumhara invoice audit karegi.”
Reyansh ne phone rakh diya.
Kuch hi der baad usne apni desk par rakhi Aarohi ki recommend ki hui kitab uthayi. Pehle do pages padhe, phir teesra.
Usne phone silent kar diya.
Kaafi waqt baad use ehsaas hua ki woh bina kisi ka message check kiye, bina kisi plan ke, bas baitha hua tha.
Aur us pal use is khaali waqt ko bharne ki zaroorat mehsoos nahi hui.
Shayad sukoon hamesha kisi bade badlav ka naam nahi hota.
Kabhi woh ek shaant shaam bhi hoti hai, jahan insaan ko khud se bhaagne ki zaroorat nahi padti.
Lekin Reyansh ki zindagi ab sirf uski apni raftaar se nahi chalne wali thi.
Kuch log apni zindagi mein naye darwaaze khol rahe the.
Kuch log apne liye pehli baar khade ho rahe the.
Aur kuch rishte, bina kisi elaan ke, dheere-dheere apni jagah bana rahe the.