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Dosto, aaj main ek kahaani likhne jaa raha hoon ki kaise meri Mummy ne mere Papa ko pehli baar dhokha diya aur chacha ke saath soyi.

Mera naam abhi zaroori nahi hai. Jo baat mahatva rakhti hai woh parivaar hai jismein main bada hua. Meri Mummy, Shobha, pachalis saal ki hain—abhi bhi bahut sundar, komal kaali aankhein, ek shaant muskaan jo adhik chhupati hai, aur ek shareer jo samay ne sirf aur adhik stri-sundari bana diya hai. Mere Papa, Ranveer, chhappan saal ke hain, ek mazboot, mehnati purush jinki kanpattiyaan dhauli ho rahi hain aur unmein woh shaant abhimaan hai jo hamesha pala-posha karne walon mein hota hai. Hum ek saral, sammanit madhyavargiya jeevan jeete the. Bahar se hum aadarsh dikhte the: Mummy, Papa, aur unka baccha ek chhat ke neeche. Andar, lekin, hawa mein bahut din se ankahi doori, raat ke maun, aur aisi tanhai thi jo logon ko galat jagahon mein sukh dhoondne par majboor karti hai

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Chacha Vivek usi shaant gali mein sirf do ghar aage rehte the. Woh mere Papa se lagbhag do saal bade the, karib athavan saal ke, kandhon aur chhati mein abhi bhi mazboot, geehri awaaz wale aur aise aadmi ka asaan vishwas jise kabhi kisi ki anumati ki zarurat nahi padi. Unhone kabhi shaadi nahi ki. Mohalle ke sabhi unhe sirf Chacha kehte the, aur main unke ghar lagbhag har doosre shaam ko padhai ya kaam ke baad jaata tha, kabhi-kabhi raat der tak rukta tha. 

Unka ghar mera doosra ghar ban gaya tha. Mere liye darwaza kabhi band nahi hota tha. Main seedha andar ghus jaata, apna thaila phenk deta, aur jahan marzi baith jaata. 

Andar sabse pehle jo cheez lagti thi woh khushbu thi. Poora ghar sambhog ki bhaari, chipchipi mahak se bhara hua tha jo kabhi poori tarah nahi jaati thi—paseena, sasti khushbu, latex, aur kharch hue shareeron ki teekhi dhatu-si gandh. Yeh pardaon, sofa ke gaddiyon, aur rasoi ke tiles tak chipki rehti thi. Vivek ise kabhi chhupate nahi the. 

Baithak aur soye kamre ki deewaron par nangi auraton ke kai bade, chamakdaar tasveerein aur posters lage the. Bhaari chuchiyon ke close-up jinke kaale nok dikhte the, khuli chut jo tej roshni mein chamakti thi, gol gaand jo khuli faili hui thi, kabhi-kabhi ungliyan ya lund abhi bhi unke andar. 

Kuch tasveerein itni detail wali thin ki har siilkari, har boond dikhti thi. Unhone kuch zyada ati-uttejak wali ko frame karke aankhon ke level par laga rakha tha taaki jahan bhi baitho, chut ya chuchi hi dikhe. 

Woh tasveerein hi sirf yaadgaar nahi thin. Jo auratein woh ghar laate the—paise dekar bulayi hui vaishyaayein—subah se pehle jaldi nikalne ki daud mein aksar cheezein chhod jaati thin. Har tarah ki panty: patli kaali lace, daag wali cotton, bina crotch wali jo abhi bhi geeli ho. Main unhe palaang ke neeche, bathroom ke farsh par, ek baar to kursi ke peeche latki hui paata tha. 

Yeh mera niji shauk ban gaya tha. Jab bhi Vivek shower mein hote ya cigarette lene baahar jaate, main unhe uthata, crotch ko naak se sata kar gehri saans leta. Khushbu hamesha wahi milti thi—chut, paseena, aur jo bhi lotion woh lagati thin uski chemical meethas. Kabhi kapda abhi bhi garam hota. Main lambi der tak khada reh kar saans leta, aankhein aadhi band, jab tak paani band hone ki awaaz na aaye. 

Vivek ki taaqat aisi thi jiska woh khuleaam fakhr karte the. Unhone mujhe ek se zyada baar bataya ki woh regularly ek hi raat mein do auraton ko lete hain, ek ke baad doosri, aur subah bhi lund khada uthte hain.

 “Ek raat mein do chut kuch nahi,” woh kehte, baahen faila kar. “Shareer abhi bhi tees saal jaisa kaam karta hai.” Woh auraton ke baare mein aise baat karte jaise doosre aadmi auzaron ke baare mein—kaam aane wali, phenkne layak, aur kisi bhi zaroori cheez ke liye bharosa na karne wali. “Neeche se sabhi randiyaan hain,” woh kehte. “Farq nahi padta sari pehni ho ya chhoti skirt. Mej par paise rakh do to taangein khul jaati hain.” 

Ek shaam main ek bade poster ko dekh raha tha jismein ek aurat chaar taangon par thi, uski chut mote lund ke aas-paas khichi hui. Vivek rasoi se do glass le kar nikle aur mujhe dekhte pakad liye. 

“Yeh pasand aayi?” unhone poocha, ek glass dete hue. 

Maine sar hilaya. “Uski gaand bahut badi hai.” 

Woh hansse. “Yahi to baat hai. Badi gaand, geeli chhed, koi sawal nahi. Us raat usko teen hazaar diye the. Woh mere lund par do baar jhali aur phir bhi poocha ki kya uski saheli ko bhi bulaun.” 

“Dono liye?” 

“Bilkul. Ek mere chehre par baithi to doosri mujhe sawaar hui. Main doosri mein khatam kiya aur phir bhi pehli ko deewar se sata kar phir choda. Yeh kuttiyaan isi ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi.” 

Main tasveer dekhte raha. “Kya woh hamesha apni underwear chhod jaati hain?” 





Unhone muskura kar kaha. “Aksar. Itna chudi jaati hain ki bhool jaati hain. Main dino baad tak panty paata hoon. Kabhi geeli wali rakh leta hoon.” 

“Main unki khushbu leta hoon,” maine dheere se maan liya. 

Unhone bhaun uthayi, phir muskuraye. “Chalak ladka. Woh khushbu sab bata deti hai. Chut jhooth nahi bolti. Auratein pyaar aur samman ki baat karti hain, lekin unki taangon ke beech ki mahak pure jaanwar ki hai. Woh itna hi hain.” 

Kuch hafte baad baat aur gehri ho gayi. Hum sofa par the, wahi posters neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek ne ek aur drink daala aur peeche jhuk gaye. 

“Tum jaante ho main pehle sirf ek-raat ki vaishyaayon se zyada chalaata tha,” unhone kaha. 

“Matlab?” 

“Paanch saal pehle mera chhota network tha. Teen flat, chhe ladkiyaan, kabhi aath. Main poora sambhalta tha. Client aate, paise dete, chodte, chale jaate. Main saath percent leta tha. Ladkiyaan sab ek jaisi thin—kuch college chhodne wali, kuch talaq-shuda, kuch sirf lalchi. Main unhe sakhti se istemaal karta tha. Unhe yaqeen dila diya tha ki unki sirf keemat unki taangon ke beech ka chhed hai.” 

Main unhe takta raha. “Tumne vaishyaavritti ka network chalaaya tha?” 

“Maalik bhi tha aur chalaata bhi. Jab tak security officer bhaankne lagi aur ek ladki ne blackmail karne ki koshish ki. Main band kar diya, flat bech diye, aur phir se niji calls par aa gaya. Is tarah saaf. Ab bhi wahi dhandha, bas chupchaap.” 

“Kya tumne khud un ladkiyon ko choda?” 

“Har ek ko. Maal check karna kaam ka hissa hai. Kuch pehli baar jab main unhe desk par jhukata to ro padti thin. Teesre hafte tak woh maangne lagti thin. Paise kisi bhi aurat ko randi bana dete hain. Yeh yaad rakhna.” 

“Aur tum bas chhod kar chale gaye?” 

“Padna pada. Lekin sabak reh gaye. Auratein chodne aur paise dene ke liye hain. Aur kuch nahi. Unhe bhaav do to khatarnak ho jaati hain. Sirf cash aur chut rakho to zindagi saral rehti hai.” 

Us raat ke baad unhone mujhe DVD dene shuru kiye. Purani kharochi hui discs saade plastic ke cases mein. “Yeh dekh,” unhone kaha. “Sahi shiksha.” Film hardcore thin—lamba scenes jismein auratein kai aadmiyon dwara istemaal ho rahi thin, chehre virya se dhake, chhed khiche hue, auratein har gandi gaali sunte hue aur maangti hui. Main unhe apne kamre mein akele dheemi awaaz mein dekhta. 

Scene ke baad scene wahi sandesh: auratein bharni, thappad maarne, paise dene aur phenkne ke liye hain. Jitna dekhta, utna yeh vichar dimag mein baithta gaya. Padhai, naukri, shaadi—kuch bhi matter nahi karta. Aurat ka asal uddeshya uski taangon ke beech ki geeli garmi hai. Baaki sab sirf sajawat hai. Yahi soch woh DVD har raat dimag mein baithati aur seenchti thin. Auratein sirf sambhog ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi 

 

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CHAPTER 3



Vivek jo DVD mujhe dete rahe the, unhone sirf meri raaton ko khuli taangon aur geeli chhedon ke drishyon se nahi bhara. Unhone har aurat ko dekhne ka mera tarika hi badal diya, aur pehli aurat jise un film ne sirf maans bana diya, woh meri apni Mummy thin. 


Un lambi, gandi sceneon ko hafte bhar dekhne ke baad—auratein gag karti hui, auratein jhuki hui, auratein sirf chhed samajh kar istemaal hoti hui—main apni Mummy Shobha ko naye nazar se dekhne laga. 

Woh pachalis saal ki hain, abhi bhi mazboot, sahi jagahon par naram, aur jitna main screen par paise dekar aayi vaishyaayon ko istemaal hote dekhta, utna hi main us shareer ko bina kapdon ke dekhna chahta tha jisne mujhe pala tha. 

Yahi wajah thi. Porn ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki aurat ki keemat uski jaanghon ke beech aur blouse ke neeche baithti hai, aur kuch nahi. Isliye main usko nahaate dekhne ke mauke dhoondne laga. 

Maine unki routine aise seekhi jaise shikari jaanwar ka rasta seekhta hai. Subah jab Papa kaam ke liye jaldi nikal jaate, woh saat baje ke aas-paas bathroom ka darwaza band kar leti thin. 

Main intezaar karta jab tak paani chalne ki awaaz aati, phir patli corridor mein ghus kar purane keyhole par aankh laga deta jo kabhi theek nahi kiya gaya tha. 

Kabhi bhaap se woh dheer dhundhla jaata to mujhe ungli se saaf karna padta. Kabhi darwaza thoda khula chhod deti thin kyunki chitkani atak jaati thi. 

Woh din sabse acche hote. Main wahan shaant saans lete khada rehta, lund shorts ke andar pehle se hi sakht hota, aur dekhta. 

Unke baal kaale aur naram blonde dhaariyon ka mishran the jo jab bhi woh shower ke neeche sar jhukati thin toh roshni pakad lete. Gehile baal peeth par latakte, jild se chipke hue. 





 


Unki aankhein badi aur kaali thin, jo logon ke saamne komal dikhti thin lekin jab unhe lagta koi nahi dekh raha to aadhi-band aur door si ho jaati thin. Honth bharpur the, paani un par bahte waqt hamesha thode khule rehte. 

Unki chuchiyaan bhaari thin, poori C-cup, umar ke hisaab se oopar baithi hui, nok kaale aur mote, thande paani se sakht ho jaate. Lekin unki gaand hi sab kuch chhaa jaati thi. 

Gol, moti, bhaari, aisi gaand jo khadi hone par bhi hilti. Jab woh ghar mein ya gaon mein saree pehen kar chalti thin to kapda har kadam par tan kar uchhalta, do bhaari gaal patle kapde ke neeche aise hilte jaise unki apni zindagi ho. 









Woh gaand pehli cheez thi jo kisi ki nazar pakadti, wahi pehchaan thi jis se sadak ke aadmi sar ghumate, chahe dikhawa karte ki nahi dekh rahe. Unhone kabhi anal nahi kiya tha; mujhe pata tha kyunki saal pehle maine unhe phone par ek saheli se kehte suna tha ki yeh soch hi ghinoni hai. 

“Woh jagah uske liye nahi hai,” unhone kaha tha. Yeh soch meri porn wali soch ko aur ganda bana deti—sochna ki agar koi zabardasti kare to kaisa dikhega. 

Unhe purple pasand tha. Unke almari mein lagbhag har saree mein uska koi na koi rang tha—gehra baingani, naram lavender, ameer wine-purple sone ke kinaron ke saath. 

Nahaane ke baad geele jild par kapda chipak jaata, bhaari gaand ke golai aur chuchiyon ke naram bojh ko line karta jab tak woh khud ko sukhati nahi thin. 

Vivek ki lagataar baaton ki wajah se, wahi neeche wale vichar jo main unke ghar ki vaishyaayon ke baare mein rakhta tha, ab meri Mummy par bhi baithne lage. 









Woh bhi sirf ek aurat thin. Naram, chodne layak, bilkul un DVD ki ladkiyon jaisa hi uddeshya liye. Jo samman pehle tha woh raat-raat kar patla hota gaya jab tak lagbhag khatm nahi ho gaya. 

Raat mein patli deewaron se unke soye kamre ki har awaaz aati. Main jaagta rehta aur sunta. Papa bedsheet ki aam si sarsarahat se shuru karte, chhote karahte, gadda char-paanch minute tak chichakta. Mere Papa unhe chodte. 

Phir khamoshi. Woh kabhi karahte nahi thin. Ek baar bhi nahi. Koi lamba saans, koi naram chill, kuch nahi. 

Hamesha wahi: jaldi, sukha, shuru hone se pehle hi khatm. Papa ki taaqat kam thi; ghar ke sab bina bole jaante the. 

Woh latak kar so jaate, minuteon mein kharraate, aur woh andhere mein jaakar khud ko dho leti thin. Phir bhi woh wafaadaar rahi thin. Jitne saal main us chhat ke neeche raha, maine unhe kabhi kisi doosre aadmi ko dilchaspi se dekhte nahi dekha, na koi aisa sandesh ya raat ka call mila jo parivaar ka na ho. 

Woh kabhi kisi aur ke saath nahi thin. Meri Mummy kisi doosre aadmi ke neeche—yeh soch mere dimag mein thi hi nahi. 

Woh Papa ki thin, aur yahi ant tha—jab tak porn aur Vivek ki awaaz ne sab kuch dubara likhna shuru nahi kiya. 

Holi ek garm shaam ko aayi jab hawa pehle se hi gulal aur dhuen ki mahak le kar aa rahi thi. Suraj dhalte tak poori gali logon se bhar gayi. 

Holika dahan ki aag mandir ke paas khule maidan mein thi, lakdi aur sookhe patton ka ooncha dher pehle se jalta, narangi laatein oopar chaat rahi thin jab bacche uske aas-paas chillate daud rahe the. 

Rang-biranga pauder hawa mein chamakte dhool ki tarah latka tha—laal, hara, peela, neela—kapde, chehre, baal sab range hue. 

Kahin dhol baj rahe the, kisi ne loudspeaker laga kar purane Holi geet chala rakhe the, aur padosiyon ke jhund dheele gheron mein naach rahe the, ek doosre par rang ki mutthi phenkte aur has-has kar girte. 

Aag ke dhuen mein bhune moongphali ki meethi mahak aur kuch budhe aadmiyon ke cup mein bhang ki teekhi gandh mil rahi thi. 

Mujhe Mummy bheed ke kinare mili. Unhone reshmi safed saree pehni thi jo pehle se hi gulabi aur peele pauder se dagmaga rahi thi. Baal khule the, kuch blonde-kaali lathein gaal se chipki hui. 

“Tum der se aaye,” unhone kaha jab mujhe dekha, wohi naram muskaan jo hamesha logon ke saamne lagati thin. “Main soch rahi thi tum rangon mein madad karne jaldi aaoge.” 

“Kuch kaam khatm kar raha tha,” maine jawab diya. “Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai tumne pehle hi yudh shuru kar diya.” 

Woh hansin aur apne hi baazu se hari dhaar saaf ki. 

“Tumhare Papa ne aag jalte hi mujhe bahar kheencha. Kehte hain Holi hi ek din hai jab poori gali phir se parivaar jaisi lagti hai.” 

“Woh galat nahi. Sabko dekho.” 

“Haan. Phir bhi mujhe tumhare phepdon mein dhuen ki chinta rehti hai. Aag ke bahut paas mat khade hona.” 

“Main baccha nahi hoon, Mummy.” 

“Tum hamesha mere bacche ho. Aao, yeh gulal ka packet lo. Sharma ke ladke par phenko usse pehle ki woh tum par phenke.” 

Maine packet le liya. “Papa ab kahan hain?” 

“Us chacha se baat kar rahe hain jo dhol laaya. Unke baalon mein pehle se rang hai. Jab aise hanste hain to das saal chhote dikhte hain.” 

“Tum un par bhi phenko. Unhe aur chhota bana do.” 

Unhone sar hilaya, abhi bhi muskurati hui. 

“Main pehle hi phenk chuki. Do baar. Unhone mujhe mandir tak bhagaya. Meri saree kharab ho gayi, lekin mujhe parwah nahi. Meri safed saree dagon ko behtar nahi chhupati.” 

“Tumhari safed saree, aahh.” 

“Yeh mera rang hai. Tum jaante ho. Lekin purple mera sabse pasandida hai.” Unhone haath badha kar mere gaal se laal ka dag apne anguthe se saaf kiya. 

“Jao, maza lo.” 

Vivek abhi tak nahi aaye the. Intezar karte main aag ke paas naachte ghere mein shaamil ho gaya. Bacchon par pauder phenka, buain ne mere baalon mein baingani aur peela ragar diya, aur jab kisi ne mere peeth par rangila paani ki baalti daal di to main has pada. 

Har baar jab main paas jata to aag ki garmi chehre se takrati. 

Log aate rahe, aur dhol judte gaye, geet tez hote gaye. Main gali ki taraf dekhte rehta, Vivek ke chaure kandhon ka intezar karta. 

Baad mein mujhe Papa moongphali bechne wale ke paas khade mile, unka safed kurta pehle se hi har rang ka nasha ban chuka tha. Unka chehra aisi khushi se chamak raha tha jo ghar mein kam dikhti. 

“Yeh saal ka sabse accha din hai,” unhone kaha jab main unke paas pahuncha. “Na daftar, na tension, sirf aag aur rang aur log jo ek raat ke liye apne jhagde bhool jaate hain.” 

“Tum har Holi yahi kehte ho.” 

“Kyunki har Holi sach hota hai. Jab main tumhari umar ka tha to poora saal is shaam ka intezar karta tha. Aag, geet, dhuen ki mahak jo gulal se milti hai—kuch aur iske kareeb nahi aata.” 

“Diwali se bhi behtar?” 

“Diwali roshni aur mithai hai. Holi azaadi hai. Apni Mummy ko naachte dekho. Ghar mein aakhri baar kab unhe aise hilte dekha tha?” 

Maine nazar daali. Mummy auraton ke jhund ke beech thin, purple saree ghumti hui, unke haathon se rang ka pauder udta jab woh ghumti thin. 








Unki badi gaand geele kapde ke neeche har kadam par hilti, bhaari aur nazar andaz karna namumkin. 

“Woh khush hain,” maine kaha. 

“Unhe yeh milna chahiye. Hum dono ko. Zindagi chhoti hai, beta. Ek raat rang aur shor humein yaad dilati hai.” Unhone meri kandhe par haath rakha, mere shirt par neela dag chhodte hue. 

“Aao, mujh par bhi phenko. Apne Papa ko indradhanush bana do.” 

Maine kiya. Hum hanse, pauder ki mutthiyan badli, aur kuch minute ke liye ghar, raaton ka maun sambhog, patli deewarein—sab door lag raha tha. 

Phir maine Vivek ko dekha. Woh bheed ke kinare khade the, der se, shirt ka collar pehle se khula, chehre par chhoti muskaan. Main seedha unki taraf dauda aur chamakti gulabi pauder ki mutthi phenki jo unki chhati par phoot padi. 

Unhone gaali di, hanse, aur hari pauder ki bhaari mutthi se jawab diya jo seedha mere chehre par lagi. 

Hum ek doosre ke aas-paas ghoomte, phenkte, ek doosre ke baalon mein rang ragarate, jab tak dono chalte-phirte tyohaar nahi lagne lage. 

“Tum der se aaye,” maine kaha, abhi bhi has-has kar, papkon se hara saaf karte hue. 

“Haan, haan.” 

“Kya hua? Tumne kaha tha aag jalte hi yahan hoge.” 

Woh paas jhuke taaki dhol unki baat na nigal le. “Main vyast tha. Poori tarah bhool gaya tha kaun sa din hai jab tak us ladki ne yaad nahi dilaya.” 

“Kaun si ladki?” 

“Jo aaj dopahar mere paas thi. Jawaan, tight, jab jhali to tez. Main usko do baar choda, ek baar sofa par aur ek baar deewar se sata kar. Jab main khatm hua aur woh chali gayi, tab tak suraj doob chuka tha. Main Holi tab yaad kiya jab bahar nikla aur dhuen ko dekha.” 

Main zor se hansa. “Tum Holi bhool gaye kyunki tumhara lund kisi randi mein gehra tha?” 

“Ssshh dheere bolo. Lekin haan! Bilkul. Aur yeh keemat ke laayak tha. Usne mujhe acchi tarah khali kiya. Main ander tak santusht hoon, ladke. Taangein abhi bhi thodi kamzor. Yahi wajah hai ki main der se aaya.” 

“Tum ajeeb ho.” 

“Main sthalit hoon. Pehle chut, baad mein tyohaar. Tumhe yeh kram seekhna chahiye.” 

“Main pehle se seekh raha hoon, tumhare wajah se.” 

Woh muskuraye, rangile chehre par daant safed. “Accha. Ab baat band karo aur aur rang phenko. Main yahan saaf khade rehne nahi aaya.” 

Uske baad hum saath rahe, bheed ke saath hilte. Log dheele jhundon mein naachte, aag oonchi hoti jaati jaise aur lakdi daali jaati. Rang ka pauder hawa mein bhar gaya jab tak har saans uska swad na le. 

Mummy abhi bhi auraton ke ghere mein thin, purple saree ab laal aur peele paraton ke neeche lagbhag pehchaan se bahar, unki bhaari gaand hilti jab woh ghumti aur gulal ki mutthiyan oopar phenkti. 

Aag ki roshni geele kapde aur unke shareer ki harkat pakad leti. 

Vivek lambi der tak chup rahe. Maine dekha unki aankhein khule maidan ke paar kisi cheez par atki hui thin. Woh tezi se ghoor rahe the, bilkul usi tarah jaise apne deewaron ke posters ko ghoorte hain. 

Maine unki nazar ka peecha kiya lekin bheed hilti rahi—naachne wale, bacche, dhuen—aur main pakka nahi keh sakta tha kis par unka dhyan atka tha. 

Meri Mummy abhi bhi naach rahi thin, has rahi thin, unka shareer kharab purple saree ke neeche azaad hil raha tha, lekin unke paas aur auratein bhi thin. Mainne khud se kaha shayad koi aur ho. 

Phir Vivek ka haath mere oopar ke baazu par band ho gaya. 

Unhone mujhe ek kadam aur kheencha aur doosra haath uthaya, naachte ghere ke paar us jagah ki taraf ishara karte hue jahan auratein hil rahi thin. 

“Woh dekha?” unhone kaha, awaaz dhol ke neeche dheemi. “Jis par main baar-baar dekh raha hoon. Batao woh aurat kaun hai. Kya tum use jaante ho?” 

Unki ungli hilte shareeron ki taraf atki rahi, us peele chamak ki taraf jo doosre shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati. 

Main abhi bhi pakka nahi tha. 

Aag lambi chhayaen phenk rahi thi, rangili dhool gehri latki thi, aur meri Mummy ki hanshi ek baar sangeet ke oopar uth kar phir bheed hilte hi dab gayi. 

Vivek mujhse kis ke baare mein pooch rahe the?? Agle episode mein pata chalega....... 

 

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 4





Main wahan ghumti rangili dhool aur Holika dahan ki aag ki garmi mein khada tha jab Mummy naachti rahi. 


Main zor se soch raha tha ki Vivek itni tezi se kis par ghoor rahe hain. Unki aankhein naachte ghere ke paar kisi cheez par atak gayi thin aur chhodne se inkaar kar rahi thin. 

Safed saree ki peeli chamak hilte shareeron ke beech dikhti aur gayab ho jaati thi, lekin bheed gehri thi aur aag ka dhuen sab kuch chamakta bana raha tha. Main abhi tak pakka nahi tha. 

“Tum itni tezi se kis ko dekh rahe ho?” maine poocha, dhol ke oopar awaaz uthate hue. 

Vivek ne sar nahi ghumaaya. “Woh aurat. Jo safed mein hai. Dikhi?” 

“Kai auratein safed mein hain lekin main nahi dekh pa raha tum kis ki baat kar rahe ho.” 

“Woh wahan! Dekho! Is tarah nahi. Dekho woh kaise hilti hai. Us saree ka us par kaise baithta hai. Mainne is poori gali mein itni sexy cheez kabhi nahi dekhi.” 

“Tum har acche shareer wali aurat ke baare mein yahi kehte ho.” 

“Nahi. Yeh alag hai. Mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha woh kitni sexy hai. Jab ghumti hai to uske hips kaise hilte hain, uske chalne mein jo bojh hai, jab rang phenkne ke liye baahen uthati hai to kapda kaise chipakta hai. 

Yeh asambhav hai. Main ghoorta rehta hoon kyunki meri aankhein kahin aur jaane se inkaar karti hain.” 

Woh ghoorte rahe. Rang ka pauder humare beech hawa mein latka tha, aur phir bhi unki nazar atki rahi. 

Main unke chehre ka kinara dekh raha tha, har baar jab purple saree phir dikhti to unki aankhein thodi sikud jaati thin. 

“Tumhe aise ghoorna band karna chahiye,” maine kaha. “Inmein se kuch auratein shaadi-shuda hain. Tum khud ko musibat mein daal loge.” 






Vivek ne aakhir mein meri taraf nazar daali, phir wapas bheed par. “Shaadi kuch nahi. Ek kaagaz ka tukda aur kuch rasmein. Yeh kapdon ke neeche jo hai use nahi badalti. Shaadi-shuda chut bhi chut hi hai. Kabhi-kabhi to aur behtar hoti hai kyunki woh itni bhookhi hoti hain jo unke pati unhe ab nahi dete.” 

“Yeh sochne ka khatarnak tarika hai.” 

“Yeh sochne ka ekmatra imandaar tarika hai. Mainne pehle bhi shaadi-shuda auraton ko choda hai. Jab unhe pata hota hai ki unhe wahan nahi hona chahiye to woh zyada tezi se jhalti hain. Shaadi ek taala hai jo aasani se khul jaata hai agar tumhe tareeka pata ho.” 

Unhone jeb se cigarette nikali, rangili hawa mein match se jalayi jo thodi der chamki, aur gehri saans li. 

Dhuen aag ki mahak aur gulal se mil gaya. 

Smoke karte waqt bhi unki nazar nahi hati. Har saans par cigarette ki nok chamakti, lekin aankhein bheed mein usi jagah par atki rahi. 

“Use dekho,” unhone lambi kheench ke baad kaha. “Woh kaise hasti hai. Purple kapde ke neeche uska shareer kaise hilta hai. Woh chuchiyaan, unka baithna, jab ghumti hai to uski gaand ka bhaari golai.” 








Woh meri Mummy ko dekhte rahe jo har taraf naach rahi thin. Woh samjhate rahe. 

“Mainne sau-sau auraton ko nanga dekha hai aur paise dekar liya hai, lekin yeh… yeh kuch aur hai. Agar ek raat uske saath ho to mujhe ek mahine kisi aur ki zarurat nahi padegi.” 

Woh meri Mummy ki taarif kar rahe the bina jaane ki woh meri Mummy hain. 

Har shabd unhone usi aakar par giraya jise mainne bathroom ke keyhole se dekha tha, wahi shareer jise unke DVD ki wajah se main sirf maans ke roop mein dekhne laga tha. 

Mere seene mein ajeeb sa tanaav mahsoos hua, lekin maine unhe theek nahi kiya. 

“Tum pehle se hi paagal se lag rahe ho.” 

“Haan. Mujhe kuch batao. Woh aadmi jis se woh pehle baat kar rahi thin, baalon mein dhooli jiske, kya woh unka pati hai?” 

“Kaun sa aadmi?” 

“Jo unke saath moongphali bechne wale ke paas has raha tha. Bada, mazboot shareer.” 

“Haan. Woh unka pati hai.” 

“Kya use pata hai ghar mein kya hai? Aise aadmi aksar nahi jaante. Woh ghar aate hain, paanch minute mein khatm karte hain, aur so jaate hain. Aisi auratein behtar ke laayak hain. Unhe sahi tarike se istemaal kiye jaane ka haq hai.” 

Tab maine ubhaar dekha. Nazar andaz karna namumkin tha. Unke patloon ka saamna moti, bhaari ridge ban kar kapde se saaf dhakel raha tha. Unhone chhupane ya muh pherne ki koi koshish nahi ki. 

Woh thodi taangein faila kar khade the, ek haath mein cigarette, aankhein abhi bhi naachte ghere par atki, unke lund ki line rangile pauder se dhake kapdon ke neeche saaf dikh rahi thi. 

Unhe parwah nahi thi kaun dekhe. Woh aise hi the. 

Jab kuch unhe uttejit karta to shareer dikhane dete. 

Main poori tarah pakka nahi tha ki woh ubhaar meri Mummy ne paida kiya tha. 

Unke paas aur auratein thin, aur purple chamak, aur hilte hips. Lekin jitni der woh ghoorte rahe, jitna meri Mummy ki safed saree unki aankhein kheenchti rahi, utna mujhe shak hone laga. 

“Main abhi aata hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Main bheed mein ghus gaya, ek stall se thanda drink kharida, aur kuch minute alag kone se aag ko dekhta raha. Jab main wapas aaya toh woh bilkul usi jagah khade the, cigarette filter tak jal chuki thi, aankhein abhi bhi usi jagah par atki thin. 

Ab mujhe pata chal gaya. Har baar jab meri Mummy ki safed saree hilti unka sar uska peecha karta, unki nazar har doosri aurat ko thukra deti, unke patloon ka ubhaar abhi bhi nahi utra tha—woh wahi thin. 

Meri Mummy. Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki mujhe isse koi takleef nahi hui. 

DVD ke baad, unki deewaron ke posters ke baad, un mahinon ke baad jab main un vaishyaayon ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha, meri Mummy ab sirf ek aur garam, sexy shareer ban gayi thin dekhne ke liye. 

Meri Mummy ab aag ke paas thin aur jhund ek geet par naach raha tha aur meri Mummy bhi naach rahi thin. Unki peeth humari taraf thi. 








Mere saath baitha aadmi uski badi gaand dekhte hue sakht tha—yeh baat lagbhag swabhavik lag rahi thi. 

Holi ka tyohaar hamesha ki tarah dheere-dheere khatm hua. Aag neeche girne lagi, dhol dheeme pade, gulal ke packet khali ho gaye, aur log rangile chehre aur thaki hansi ke saath ghar ki taraf bhatakne lage. 

Hawa abhi bhi dhuen, cheeni aur kharch hue phatakon ki mahak le kar thi. Mujhe Mummy maidan ke kinare mili, unki safed saree bachane layak nahi rahi thi, baal har rang se bhar e hue. 

“Main ek dost ke saath thoda samay bitane ja raha hoon,” maine unse kaha. 

Woh wahi naram muskaan ke saath muskurayi. “Theek hai. Bahut der mat rukna. Aur sone se pehle woh rang dho lena.” 

Woh hamesha mujhe jaane deti thin. Unka mujh par bharosa tha. Unhe bilkul nahi pata tha Vivek asal mein kaun hain ya unke ghar mein kya hai. Unke liye woh sirf ek padosi the, ek kunwara aadmi jo do ghar aage rehta tha aur kabhi-kabhi jab woh guzarti thin to haath hila deta tha. 

Unhone kabhi unke ghar ke andar kadam nahi rakha, kabhi un deewaron se chipki sambhog ki mahak nahi sunghi, kabhi khuli chut aur bhaari chuchiyon ke posters nahi dekhe. 

Wahi anjaanpan hi wajah thi ki woh un shaamon par kabhi sawal nahi karti thin jo main wahan bitata tha. 

Main Vivek ke ghar ki chhoti doori taak gaya. Gali ab shaant thi, sirf kuch der se aaye log apne aakhri pauder phenk rahe the. Unka darwaza hamesha ki tarah khula tha. 

Andar jaate hi sambhog aur purani khushbu ki wohi bhaari mahak mujhe lapet li. 

Nangi auraton ke posters abhi bhi deewaron se neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek pehle se wahan the, sofa par baithe, nayi cigarette ke saath, farsh ko ghoorte hue. Woh alag dikh rahe the. 

Woh aam asaan vishwas nahi. Unke kandhe kas e hue the, aankhein door si, jaise unka dimag abhi bhi pehle aag ke rangile dhuen mein atka ho. 

“Tumhara dimag kisi cheez se bhara lag raha hai,” maine kaha, sofa ke doosre chhor par baithte hue. 

Unhone dhuen ki lambi dhaar chhodi. “Haan hai.” 

“Kya hua? Tyohaar par to tum theek the.” 

“Aaj raat mainne ek aurat dekhi. Sabse sexy aurat jo mainne saalon mein dekhi. Shayad kabhi.” 

“Tum har baar jab sakht hote ho tab yahi kehte ho.” 

“Yeh alag hai. Main usko chodunga. Bahut jaldi. Har aurat jise mainne kabhi chaha, aakhir mein usko choda. Yeh bhi alag nahi hogi.” 

Main hansa. “Tum pehle se usko chodne ke baare mein soch rahe ho aur uska naam bhi nahi jaante.” 

“Mujhe uska naam nahi chahiye. Mujhe woh mere neeche chahiye. Woh kaise hili, woh shareer saree ke andar kaise baitha… main pehle se mehsoos kar sakta hoon woh mera lund kaise legi.” 

“Tum hasyaaspada ho. Sirf sochne se itne chup ho gaye?” 

“Sochne se main phir se sakht ho gaya hoon.” Unhone sofa par hilkar baithne ki koshish ki, aur ubhaar abhi bhi wahan tha, abhi bhi saaf. “Main usko lunga. Yeh khwahish nahi hai. Yeh tathya hai.” 

Main abhi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki woh meri Mummy ki baat kar rahe hain. Safed saree, meri Mummy ki bhaari chuchiyaan aur gaand, unka naachna—mere dimag mein dono ko jodne ki soch kabhi nahi aayi. 

Vivek ne woh dheemi muskaan di jo woh purane vaishyaavritti network ke dinon ki baat karte waqt lagate the. “Mujhe auraton ko sambhalna aata hai. Shaadi-shuda ho ya na ho. Tum naram jagah dhoondte ho, akeli jagah, woh jagah jise unka pati chhoona band kar chuka hai. Phir dabaav daalte ho. Paise madad karte hain. Dhyan zyada madad karta hai. Jab unhe phir se chaha jaana mehsoos hota hai to woh taangein khol deti hain aur shukriya karti hain. Mainne pehle kiya hai. Phir karunga.” 

Hum is baare mein lambi der tak baat karte rahe. Maine unse kaha ki unhe ek aurat ke saath bas kar lena chahiye aur doosri randiyon ko chhod dena chahiye. Woh lagbhag saath ke the; paise dekar aane wali ladkiyon ka lagataar juloos aakhir mein thakaan paida karega hi. 

“Maine woh aurat pehle se dhoond li hai jiske saath rahunga,” unhone kaha. 

“Kya?” 

“Aaj raat wali. Wohi hai. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Doosri sirf samay kaatne ke chhed thin. Yeh alag hai. Main usko lunga aur tab tak rakhunga jab tak uske saath khatm nahi ho jaata.” 

Main phir hansa. “Itni jaldi kyun? Aur aaj hi kyun? Tumne usko aag ke paar das minute dekha aur pehle se uski chut ke saath poora bhavishya bana rahe ho?” 

“Kyunki kabhi-kabhi tum kuch dekhte ho aur tumhara lund tumhare liye faisla kar leta hai. Aaj aisa hi din tha. Jab mainne us par nazar atkai, tabhi jaan gaya. Shaadi, umar, jo bhi humare beech khada hai—main hata dunga. Woh jaldi hi mere liye peeth ke bal hogi. Jab tum dikhawa karna band kar dete ho ki auratein usse zyada kuch hain jo woh hain, to yahi hota hai.” 

Unhone ek aur cigarette jalayi aur peeche jhuk gaye, faili taangon aur khule munhon ke posters deewaron se hum dono ko dekh rahe the. Ghar ki bhaari mahak mere kapdon mein aur gehri baith gayi. Bahar, Holi ka aakhri shor aam raat mein ghul gaya. 

Lekin mujhe pata tha ki Vivek bilkul meri Mummy mein dilchaspi rakhte the, isliye unka dimag seedha nahi soch pa raha tha. Jo hone wala tha woh bahut bada hone wala tha 

 

[Mehtab_]

Hum usi dheemi, aasaan andaaz mein baat karte rahe.

Unhone mujhe un auraton ki kahaaniyan sunayi jinhone kasam khai thi ki kabhi dhokha nahi dengi, phir bhi ek hafte ke andar unke soye kamre mein ghutnon ke bal baith gayi thin. Main sunta raha, aadha hasi aadha bechain, jabki peeche door-darshan dheemi awaaz mein chalta raha. Thodi der baad main utha.

“Main paani laata hoon,” maine kaha. “Tumhe chahiye?”

“Nahi. Agar bottle mile to le aana.”

Maine apna mobile sofa ke gaddi par unke bilkul paas chhod diya aur rasoi mein chala gaya.

Ghar abhi bhi purane sambhog aur cigarette ke dhuen ki mahak le raha tha. Maine fridge khola, thandi bottle nikali, aur do glass bhare.

Mere peeche door-darshan chalta raha, lekin main samajh sakta tha ki Uncle ka dimag abhi bhi kahin aur tha—abhi bhi us purple saree aur us aurat par jo aag ke paas naach rahi thi.

Tabhi mera mobile baja.

Teekhi, jaani-pehchani tone ne kamre ko cheera. Maine Uncle ki awaaz suni, “Tumhara mobile.”

“Main uthata hoon,” maine rasoi se jawab diya, abhi bhi paani daalte hue.

Maine kuch aur second liye, geele glass ko kapde se ponchhte hue. Us chhoti si der mein Uncle uthe. Unhe bathroom jana tha aur mobile bilkul unke raste mein pada tha.

Jab woh sofa se guzre to screen aati call se chamak uthi. Woh wallpaper jo hamesha meri Mummy ke call aane par dikhta tha—unki ek saaf tasveer, pichhle saal ek parivaar ke function mein li gayi.

Woh muskurati thin, baal ek kandhe par gire hue, blouse ka neckline itna neeche ki unki chuchiyon ka naram oopar ka golai dikhta tha, wahi bhaari aakar jo kuch hi ghante pehle purple saree ke neeche hil raha tha.

Uncle ruk gaye.

Woh chamakte screen ko ghoorne lage. Jo chehra unhe dekh raha tha, wahi chehra tha jise unhone rangili dhool aur aag ki roshni ke paar dekha tha. Wahi aankhein, wahi bharpur honth, wahi shareer jise unhone pehle hi chode jaane layak decide kar liya tha.

Ek pal ke liye unhe yakeen hi nahi aaya. Woh thode jhuke, mobile uthaya, aur usko aur kareeb laaye, jaise kuch inch zyada se tasveer badal kar kisi aur ki ho jaayegi.

Nahi hui. Caller ID par likha tha “My Lovely Mom” aur tasveer bilkul waisi hi rahi.

Main rasoi se jaldi wapas aaya, dono glass haathon mein, kinaron se abhi bhi paani tapak raha tha. Unhe mere mobile ko ungliyon mein pakde khade dekh kar main ruk gaya.

“Tum itna kyon ghoor rahe ho?” maine poocha.

Unhone jawab nahi diya. Unki aankhein screen par atki rahi. Kuch unhe saaf tang kar raha tha; wahi aasaan vishwas gayab tha, uski jagah ek sakht, lagbhag hairan khamoshi ne le li thi.

Maine glass neeche table par rakhe, aage badha, aur unke haath se mobile le liya. Unhone bina rok-tok ke chhod diya. Maine swipe karke uthaya.

“Hello, Mummy.”

Unki awaaz garam aur aam si aayi. “Tum kahan ho? Der ho rahi hai.”

“Ek dost ke yahan. Sab theek hai?”

“Tumhare Papa kal safar par ja rahe hain. Doosre shahar mein zameen ke kaagazon mein kuch samasya hai. Woh do hafte ke liye bahar rahenge. Abhi ghar aao aur unka samaan pack karne mein madad karo. Woh chahte hain aaj raat hi sab taiyar ho jaaye.”

“Do hafte?”

“Haan. Vakil ne aaj shaam call kiya. Unhe subah wahan hona hai. Der mat karo.”

Hum ek aur minute baat kiye—keys, spare bag, aur dawaiyon ke baare mein aam maa-bete wali baatein.

Uncle poora waqt kuch foot door khade rahe, abhi bhi mujhe dekhte hue, abhi bhi aise jaise unke neeche zameen hil gayi ho. Jab main aakhir mein call kaat chuka to unhone turant kaha.

Main: (Mummy se call khatm karne ke baad mobile abhi bhi haath mein garam tha. Maine use sofa ke paas chhoti table par ulat kar rakh diya. Uncle poora waqt screen dekh rahe the jab woh baja, aankhein us tasveer par atki thin jo chamki—Mummy us naram safed saree mein muskurati hui jo hamesha unki profile picture thi.)

Uncle thode aage jhuke, cigarette adhi honthon tak.

Uncle: Tumhare mobile par jo aurat thi… jab abhi baja. Tasveer wali. Kya woh tumhari Mummy hain?

Maine unhe dekha. Sawal ajeeb laga, jitna hona chahiye usse bhari. Unhone unhe ghar ke saamne sau baar chalte dekha tha. Unhone haath hilaya tha. Phir aise kyon pooch rahe hain, jaise abhi-abhi kuch notice kiya ho?

Main: Haan. Wohi hain. Kyun?

Unhone turant jawab nahi diya. Lambi kheench li, aankhein abhi bhi kahin aur, shayad deewaron ke peeche.

Uncle: Woh… jaani-pehchani lagti hain. Aaj raat se. Holi ke maidan se.

Main: Kaise jaani-pehchani?

Uncle: Safed saree wali aurat. Jo aag ke paas thi. Jo dhuen ke gehri hone par bhi naachti rahi. Tum jaante ho kaun.

Mere pet mein thoda tanaav hua. Main pehle se jaanta tha, bilkul. Mainne tabhi jaan liya tha jab woh aag ke paar itni tezi se ghoorne lage the. Lekin unhe muh se kehte sunna abhi bhi ajeeb laga.

Main: Ruko… kaun? Tum bilkul kis aurat ki baat kar rahe ho?

Uncle: Safed wali. Purple wali nahi, bhaari gehnon wali nahi. Woh saadi safed saree jo har baar ghumne par roshni pakad leti thi. Jab rang phenkne ke liye baahen uthati thin to woh hips par kaise baithti thi. Unke chalne mein jo bojh tha. Wohi.

Main ek second chup raha, unhe dekhte hue. Unki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi thi, jaise mujhse zyada khud se baat kar rahe hon.

Main: …Woh meri Mummy hain.

Unhone ek baar dheere se palkein jhapkayi, phir chhota sa sar hilaya jaise pehle se jaante hon aur sirf shabdon ki tasdeek chahiye thi.

Uncle: Haan. Tasveer dekhte hi soch liya tha. Wahi chehra. Kapde ke neeche wahi shareer. Khade hone ka wahi andaaz.

Woh sofa mein peeche jhuk gaye, lekin aankhein tez rahi.

Uncle: Tum jaante ho… us bheed ke paar se bhi woh alag dikhti thin. Jab hawa pakadti to saree kaise chipakti thi. Jab thoda jhuk kar aur gulal uthati thin to unka poora aakar. Woh chuchiyaan… bhaari, naram-si, jo hanste waqt hilti hain. Aur unki gaand—jab unhone aag ki taraf peeth ki aur safed kapda us par tan gaya… main nazar nahi hata paya. Mainne kai auratein dekhi hain, kai ko paise dekar liya hai, lekin yeh… kuch alag. Jaise kapda unhe dhakne ka dikhawa kar raha ho.

(Mere seene mein wahi ajeeb tanaav phir se mahsoos hua. Wahi jo pehle tab hua tha jab woh unhe bina jaane ghoor rahe the. Ab unhe pata tha. Aur woh abhi bhi aise baat kar rahe the.)

Main: Tum meri Mummy ke baare mein aise baat kar rahe ho jaise woh sadak ki koi aurat ho.

Uncle: (chhoti, sukhi muskaan) Main woh bata raha hoon jo maine dekha. Aur kuch nahi. Shaadi neeche ke shareer ko nahi badalti. Itni bani hui aurat… itni naram, itni bhari… woh dimag mein rehti hai chahe tum chaaho ya na chaaho.

Unhone apni gardan ke peeche haath phera, lagbhag bechain se.

Uncle: Agli baar unhe mera salaam keh dena. Bas… padosi wala. Aur kuch nahi.

Main unhe dhyan se dekh raha tha. Woh abhi bhi un gehri sochon mein the, wahi jo tab thi jab main tyohaar ke baad pehli baar aaya tha. Kandhe sakht. Aankhein thodi zyada kisi khali jagah par atki. Kuch alag tha, lekin woh saaf usko daanton ke peeche dabaane ki koshish kar rahe the.

Main: Tum theek ho? Wapas aane ke baad se chup ho. Jaise dimag kahin aur ho.

Uncle: (sar hilate hue, awaaz halki karne ki koshish) Bas thake hue. Holi ka dhuen phepdon mein baith jaata hai. Kuch nahi.

Woh achanak uthe, baahen oopar utha kar tanaye. Unke patloon ke saamne abhi bhi ek halka, ziddi outline tha.

Uncle: Bathroom jana hai. Ek minute mein aata hoon.

Woh chhote corridor se chale gaye. Mujhe darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi. Ghar shaant ho gaya, sirf purane ceiling fan ki naram gungunahat aur bahar door se bache hue patakhe.

Main sofa par baitha raha, unke shabdon ko ulat-pulat kar. Unhone unhe kaise bayan kiya tha—itna detail, neeche se itna bhookha—aur phir achanak “unhe mera salaam keh dena” jaise yeh duniya ki sabse aam baat ho. Woh kuch chhupa rahe the. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha. Woh nahi chahte the main jaanun woh dilchaspi kitni gehri hai. Abhi nahi.

Kuch minute guzar gaye. Shayad zyada. Phir bathroom ka darwaza khula aur woh wapas aaye, chehra thoda laal, aankhein thodi saaf, shareer ki bechaini ek darja kam. Woh phir sofa par gir pade, doosri cigarette ki taraf haath badhate hue.

Main: Wahan itni der kya kar rahe the?

Uncle: (cigarette jalate hue, meri taraf nahi dekhte) Peshab. Chehra dhoya. Aag ki garmi abhi bhi jild par baithi hai.

Main: Peshab se zyada der lage.

Uncle: (dhuen chhodte hue, awaaz sthir) Kabhi-kabhi aadmi ko bas ek minute akele dimag saaf karne ki zarurat hoti hai. Bas itna. Isme kuch mat banao.

Woh sofa ke gaddi se sar peeche jhukaye, aankhein aadhi band.

Uncle: Main so raha hoon. Agar rehna ho to raho, lekin aaj raat ki baat khatm.

Main unhe kuch aur second dekhte raha. Woh sach mein aur kuch nahi kehne wale the. Jo kuch unke andar jal raha tha jab woh meri Mummy ko Holi ki aag ke paar ghoor rahe the, jo kuch unhone us bathroom mein akele karke shaant kiya, woh usko phir se band kar rahe the.

Main: Main ghar ja raha hoon. Mummy ne call kiya. Woh chahti hain main bahut der hone se pehle wapas aa jaun.

Uncle: (pehle se hi ek taraf karwat lete hue, awaaz gaddi mein dabi) Haan. Jao. Aur… unhe mera salaam keh dena. Jaise maine kaha.

Main utha, mobile jeb mein dala, aur darwaze ki taraf chala. Ghar ki bhaari mahak—sambhog, purani khushbu, cigarette ka dhuen—mere peeche shaant, rangile dag-lage gali mein aayi.

Mere peeche, Uncle sofa par rahe, pehle se aadhe soye hue, ya kam se kam dikhawa karte hue.

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CHAPTER 6



Ghar wapas aane par packing bedroom ke aam peele roshni ke neeche jari rahi. Papa shirts ko usi savdhaani se fold kar rahe the jaise koi aadmi pehle se do hafte door rehne ka bojh mehsoos kar raha ho. 


Maine unhe moze, zameen ke kaagazon ka chhota leather folder, aur reading glasses ka extra joda diya. 

Mummy kamron ke beech ghoom-ghoom kar chai laati thin aur unhe blood-pressure ki goliyon ki yaad dilati thin. Rasoi se pyaaz aur jeere ke talne ki mahak aa rahi thi, garam aur jaani-pehchani. 

Main ek pal ke liye darwaze par khada hua aur andar dekha. Woh chulhe ke paas khadi thin, ek tight purple satin dress mein jo har curve se chipki hui thi. Patli straps unke kandhon mein thodi dab rahi thin. 

Kapda unki bhaari chuchiyon par tan kar phir unki gaand ke dramatic ubhaar par girta tha, jahan sabse zyada khichta wahan satin chamakta. Unke lambe kaale baal, naram blonde roshniyon se rangin, peeth par latakte the. 

Woh dheere, aadat se ek bartan hila rahi thin, har baar ghumne par dress hilti aur chamakti. Kyunki Papa poore do hafte ke liye bahar ja rahe the, soch bina kisi warning ke aa gayi. 

Wahi shareer Uncle ke neeche, wahi purple satin oopar dhakela hua, wahi bhaari chuchiyaan azaad, wahi dominating gaand us tarah jhuki hui jaise DVD ki auratein jhukti thin. 








Main ghoorta raha. Jab woh neeche jhuk kar namak ke liye bottom drawer kholne lagi to dress oopar uth gayi aur unki full round gaand ka bojh patle kapde se dhakelne laga. Main nazar nahi hata paya. 

Papa ki awaaz kitchen ke darwaze se kaat kar aayi. 

“Tum kya ghoor rahe ho? Aao suitcase mein madad karo. Zipper phir atak gaya hai.” 

Maine palkein jhapkayi, chehre mein garmi uthne lagi. “Kuch nahi. Bas… khane ki mahak.” 

“Phir wahan murti ki tarah khade mat raho aur yeh trousers pack karo. Main subah paanch baje nikal raha hoon.” 

Main bedroom wapas aaya aur haathon ko kapdon par majboor kiya. Purple satin aur jhuke aakar ki tasveer humare bags band karne aur tickets check karne ke poore waqt meri aankhon ke peeche rahi. 

Us raat ghar aam si shaanti mein sama gaya. Main apne bed par darwaza band karke leta, aur Uncle ki ek DVD player mein daali. Film mein ek sundar, bhari shareer wali aurat ko ek mazboot, mote kandhon wale aadmi le raha tha. 

Woh usko sakhti se chod raha tha, hips peeche kheenchta, failata, bharta jab woh karah rahi thi. Turant hi chehre badal gaye mere dimag mein. 

Aurat meri Mummy ban gayi. Aadmi Uncle ban gaya. Maine tasveeron ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin woh rahi. DVD aur Uncle ki baaton ne jo neeche wale vichar mere andar baithaye the unke bawajood bhi, koi ziddi hissa abhi bhi nahi chahta tha meri Mummy ko kisi doosre aadmi ke saath sochna. 

Woh hamesha sirf Papa ki thin. Yeh soch aisi line lagti thi jise kabhi paar nahi karna chahiye. Phir bhi tasveerein aati rahi. Maine haath shorts ke andar daala aur sahlaate hue screen ki chamak dekhta raha. Main hasthmaithun karne laga. 

Fantasy film ki asli awaazon se mil gayi jab tak main apne pet par zor se jhal nahi gaya, saans tez, aankhein band. 

Baad mein sharm bhaari baith gayi. Mainne khud ko saaf kiya aur player band kar diya, khud se kehte hue ki yeh phir nahi hoga. 

Baad mein patli deewar unke bedroom se jaani-pehchani awaazein laayi. Mummy aur Papa sambhog kar rahe the. Gadda chichakta. Papa ke chhote karahte uthte-girte. Mummy naram awaazein karti thin jo sahi waqt par uth ti thin, woh chhote moan jo woh hamesha karti thin. 

Ab mujhe farq pata tha. Woh savdhaan, nap-tol ke, unhe santusht karne ke liye the, khud ke liye nahi. 

Woh phir se dikhawa kar rahi thin, unhe woh ant de rahi thin jo unhe do hafte ke liye jaane se pehle chahiye tha. Jab khatm hua to khamoshi jaldi laut aayi. Woh santusht nahi hui thin. Kabhi nahi hoti thin. 

Subah dhundhli aur jaldi aayi. Papa mere uthne se pehle hi nikal chuke the. Raat ki thakaan haddiyon mein baithi thi. 

Main kitchen mein gaya aur Mummy ko ek chamakti peeli saree mein paaya, geehri laal pallu ke saath. 





Kapda unki kamar aur hips par tightly lapeta hua tha, laal kinara har harkat par unki gaand ke bhaari golai ko frame karta. Unhone chulhe se oopar dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Tum thake hue lag rahe ho. Kya bilkul nahi soye?” 

“Zyada nahi,” maine kaha. 

“Tumhare Papa paanch baje nikal gaye. Taxi time par aa gayi. Baitho. Nashta taiyar hai.” 

Unhone mere saamne plate rakhi—toast, ande, poha ka bowl—aur chai daali. 

Jab main kha raha tha maine mobile check kiya. Uncle ke nau missed calls. 

Messages ki ek line poochti thi kya woh nashta ke liye aa sakte hain, kehte the woh pehle se kareeb hain, unke paas kuch zaroori baat hai. Main screen ko lambi der tak dekhta raha, phir Mummy ki taraf dekha. 

Main: Tum jaanti ho… kal raat Holi mein. Tumne bahut accha naacha. 

Mummy: (thodi muskurati hui) Tum dekh rahe the? 

Main: Bilkul. Sab dekh rahe the. Tum… khush lag rahi thin. Safed saree tum par suit karti thi. 

Mummy: Bas sangeet tha. Aur aag. Main saalon se aise nahi naachi. 

Main: Dikha. Tum azaad hil rahi thin. Doosri buain jaisi sakht nahi. 

Mummy: Bas karo. Mujhe sharm aa rahi hai. 

Main: Main serious hoon. Kai log tumhe dekh rahe the. Sirf casually nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe dekh rahe the? Kyun? 

Main: Kyunki tum alag dikhti thin. Tum kaise ghumti thin, saree kaise hilti thi… logon ne notice kiya. 

Mummy: (dheere se) Tum badha-chadha kar keh rahe ho. 

Main: Nahi. Mainne dekha. 

(Woh mere plate par ek aur paratha rakhti hain, ab zyada chup.) 

Mummy: Shukriya. Arre kal raat, aag bujhne ke baad tum apne dost ke ghar bahut der tak rahe. 

Main: Haan. 

Mummy: Yeh dost kaun hai? Aajkal tum wahan baar-baar jaate ho. 

Main: Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage wale. 

Mummy: Vivek? Woh lambe jo kabhi-kabhi apne gate par khade hote hain? 

Main: Haan. Wahi. 

Mummy: Main unhe zyada nahi jaanti. Woh colony ke meetings mein kabhi nahi aate. 

Main: Woh apne aap mein rehte hain. Akele. Na biwi, na bacche. Sirf woh us ghar mein. 

Mummy: Akele? Itne saalon se? 

Main: Haan. Woh… shaant hain. Lekin mere saath acche rahe hain. 

Mummy: Aur tum wahan itni der rehte ho? 

Main: Kabhi-kabhi bas baat karte hain. Kal raat unhone kuch poocha. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Main: Unhone poocha kya woh kabhi aa sakte hain. Nashta ke liye. Sirf ek baar. Unhone kaha woh zyada nahi pakaate aur ghar ka khana hamesha waisa hi hota hai. 

Mummy: (ruk kar) Yahan? Hamare ghar? 

Main: Haan. Sirf nashta. Aur kuch nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata, beta. Woh ajanabi hain. Mainne unse kabhi theek se baat bhi nahi ki. 

Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain. Woh hamare padosi hain. Aur akele hain. Yeh bas shista charan hoga. 

Mummy: Phir bhi… tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Yeh thoda… 

Main: Yeh sirf nashta hai, Mummy. Subah ka time. Main poora waqt yahan rahunga. Agar tum nahi chahti to zyada baat nahi karni. Bas jaise mujhe serve karti ho waise unhe. 

Mummy: Agar yeh aadat ban gayi to? 

Main: Nahi banegi. Ek baar. Unhone bas poocha. Agar tum sach mein nahi chahti to main mana kar sakta hoon. 

Mummy: (table par neeche dekhte hue) Mujhe nahi pata kya kahun. 

Main: Haan kaho. Woh bure nahi hain. Aur unhone humein saalon se dekh rakha hai. Yeh kuch ajeeb nahi. 

Mummy: Tum sure ho? 

Main: Sure hoon. Please. 

Mummy: …Theek hai. Unhe bata dena woh aa sakte hain. Lekin sirf ek baar. Aur sirf nashta ke liye. 

Main: Theek. Main bata dunga. 

Mummy: Aur tum poora waqt hamare saath rehna. Kahin mat jaana. 

Main: Rahunga. Promise. 

Maine reply bhej diya. Bees minute baad doorbell baja. Uncle andar aaye, neela shirt aur grey trousers pehne, wahi aasaan muskaan jo logon ke saamne lagate hain. 

Mummy aage aayi. Unhone sitting room ke beech mein haath milaya, unki peeli saree unke geehri kapdon ke khilaaf chamakti, unke kangan naram se khanakte. 

Maine unke hatheliyon ke chhote se sparsh ko dekha aur kal raat wala mila-jula garmi aur bechaini mahsoos ki. 







Main: Woh aa gaye. Main darwaza kholta hoon. 

(Main kholta hoon. Uncle wahan khade hain simple neela shirt aur grey trousers mein, baal abhi thode geele. Woh kal raat se shaant lagte hain, lekin aankhein mere guzarne ke second hi andar chali jaati hain.) 

Main: Mummy, yeh hain Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage se. 

Mummy: (dining table ke paas khadi, thodi anishchit) Oh… namaste. 

Uncle: Shobha ji. Suprabhat. 

(Woh aage badhte hain aur haath badhate hain. Mummy aadhe second ke liye hichkichati hain—woh aadmiyon se haath nahi milati, door ke rishtedaron se bhi nahi. Phir woh apna haath unke haath mein rakh deti hain.) 

Mummy: Suprabhat… 

(Unki ungliyan unke haath ke aas-paas band ho jaati hain. Woh turant nahi chhodte. Handshake jitna hona chahiye usse lamba chalta hai—teen poore second, phir char. Unka angutha unke haath ke peeche ek baar phisalta hai pehle ki woh aakhir mein chhoden. Main dekhta hoon woh apna haath thoda jaldi kheench leti hain, gaal halka gulabi.) 

Main: (dheere se, zyada tar khud se) Woh kisi se haath nahi milati… 

Uncle: (abhi bhi unhe dekhte hue) Mainne aapko gate se kai baar dekha hai, Shobha ji. Lekin hum kabhi theek se nahi mile. 

Mummy: Haan… main… main aapka chehra pehchanti hoon. Please, baithiye. Nashta taiyar hai. 

(Woh table ki taraf mudti hain. Subah ke liye pehni thin cotton night-saree chhati par halki chipki hai. Uncle ki aankhein ek saaf second ke liye unki chuchiyon ke naram aakar par kapde ke neeche girti hain pehle ki woh unhe phir uthayein aur main unke liye khichi kursi le lein.) 

Uncle: Shukriya. Ghar acchi mahak raha hai. Ghee aur kuch meetha. 

Mummy: Bas simple parathe aur dahi. Kuch khaas nahi. 

Uncle: Simple behtar hai. Main saalon se akele kha raha hoon. Koi bhi ghar ka pakaya hua khaas lagta hai. 

(Woh baithte hain. Jab woh aage jhuk kar unke saamne plate rakhati hain, saree ka neckline bas itna neeche jhuk jaata hai. Unki nazar harkat ka peecha karti hai—unke chuchiyon ke oopar ke golai par, unke beech ki halki chhaya par—pehle ki woh khane par neeche dekhein jaise kuch hua hi na ho.) 

Main: Uncle Vivek zyada nahi pakaate. Isliye maine poocha kya woh aa sakte hain. 

Mummy: (abhi bhi khadi, thodi ghabrai hui) Koi takleef nahi. Theek se khaiye. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, aap bhi baithiye. Khade-khade serve mat kariye jaise main bahar ka mehman hoon. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Main aadi hoon. 

(Woh lamp band karne ke liye mudti hain jo kal raat galti se chala reh gaya tha. Saree unke hips par tan jaati hai jaise woh chalti hain. Uncle unki kamar ke dheere sway aur unki peeche ki full roundness ko lambi der tak dekhte hain, phir chamach uthate hain jaise sirf table dekh rahe hon.) 








Uncle: Aapke bete ne bataya aapne kal raat Holi mein naacha. Aag ke paas. 

Mummy: (wapas baithte hue) Woh bahut baat karte hain. Bas thodi der ke liye tha. 

Uncle: Jahan main khada tha wahan se thoda nahi lag raha tha. Aap bahut azaad hil rahi thin. 

Mummy: (naram hanssi, thodi sharmindagi) Sangeet tez tha. Sab hil rahe the. 

Uncle: Har koi ek jaisa nahi dikhta tha. 

(Woh dheere se kehte hain. Unki aankhein ab unke chehre par hain, lekin jab woh table ke paar meri taraf aur dahi dene ke liye haath badhati hain to phir gir jaati hain. Kapda unki chhati par ek second ke liye tight khich jaata hai. Is baar woh nazar nahi chhupate.) 

Main: Khao, dono. Parathe thande ho jayenge. 

Mummy: Haan… khao. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, khana bahut accha hai. Jo mainne mahinon mein banaya usse behtar. 

Mummy: Aap bas shistachar dikha rahe hain. 








Uncle: Main nahi. Jab aurat apne haathon se pakati hai to swad alag hota hai. Khaas kar koi jo… apne ghar ka dhyan aise rakhti ho jaise aap. 

(Woh turant jawab nahi deti. Aakhir mein woh uske saamne stool par baith jaati hain. Khidki se subah ki roshni unke kandhe aur gardan ki naram line par padti hai. Uncle ki aankhein dheere-dheere wahan jaati hain, phir neeche, unki saans ke uthne-girne par saree ke neeche ek shaant second ke liye rukti hain pehle ki woh wapas apne plate par dekhein.) 

Mummy: Aapka ghar hamesha shaant rehta hai. Main kabhi kisi ko aate-jate nahi dekhti. 

Uncle: Sirf main hoon. Bahut din se. 

Mummy: Kabhi-kabhi khali mehsoos hota hoga. 

Uncle: Hota hai. Isliye aisi subah alag lagti hai. 

(Woh ek aur nip lete hain, lekin unka dhyan baar-baar bhatakta rehta hai—unke ungliyon ka chamach pakadne ka tarika, unke kalai ki chhoti harkat, jab woh thoda aage jhukti hain to unki chuchiyon ka table ke kinare se naram dabna. Kuch tez nahi. Kuch aisa nahi ki woh notice karein. Sirf itna lamba ki main saaf dekh sakun.) 

Main: Aur chai, Uncle? 

Uncle: Haan. Shukriya. 

(Mummy phir uthti hain daalne ke liye. Jab woh karti hain, Uncle ki aankhein unke peeche se poore aakar ka peecha karti hain—patli kamar, patle kapde ke neeche unke hips ka bhaari golai, pallu ka thoda fisalna aur unka jaldi theek karna. Woh tabhi nazar hataate hain jab woh cup le kar wapas mudti hain.) 

Mummy: Yeh lo. 

Uncle: Shobha ji… aane dene ke liye shukriya. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Aap hamare padosi hain. 

Uncle: Phir bhi. Bahut log aise aadmi ko nahi bulate jo akele rehta ho. 

(Woh muskurate hain, chhoti aur savdhaan. Unki nazar is baar unke chehre par rehti hai, lekin uske peeche garmi abhi bhi hai—shaant, control mein, aur bilkul zinda.) 

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe gussa aana chahiye jaise Uncle Vivek unke shareer ko ghoor rahe the. Mere ek hisse ne uth kar unhe kahin aur dekhne ko kehna chahta tha. 

Doosra hissa, jo posters, panty aur raat ki film se bana tha, bas dekhta raha aur wahi neeche wali garmi mehsoos karta raha jisne mujhe pichhli raat khatm karaya tha. 

Main utha. “Mujhe apne kamre se kuch chahiye.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala, darwaza peeche band kiya, aur intezar kiya. Phir maine kitchen mein ek teekhi awaaz suni aur woh meri Mummy ki awaaz thi. Mujhe nahi pata kya hua. Phir main kitchen ki taraf dauda. 

Sitting room khali tha. Uncle sofa par nahi the. Main kone se muda aur unhe kitchen se saath nikalte dekha. Mummy unke baazu par thodi jhuki hui thin. 

Woh unke kohni aur kamar ke neeche haath pakde the, unhe sambhalte hue jaise woh oonchi shelf ke liye haath badhate waqt fisal gayi hon ya kuch morda ho. Unki peeli saree thodi bigdi hui thi. 

Unka haath zarurat se kai second zyada un par raha. 







Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine kisi doosre aadmi ko meri Mummy ko is tarah pakde dekha—unke bojh ko sambhalte, unki ungliyan unki kamar ke naram maans par, unka shareer balance ke liye unki taraf muda hua. 

Jab unhone mujhe dekha to dono ne oopar dekha. 

“Maine awaaz suni,” maine kaha. “Aap theek hain?” 

Mummy ne chhoti, sharmindagi bhari muskaan di. “Maine masale ke jar ke liye bahut oopar haath badhaya aur stool hil gaya. Uncle ne girne se pehle pakad liya. Kuch nahi.” 

Uncle ka haath aakhir mein unse hata. Woh peeche hat gaye, lekin unki aankhon ka nazar nahi badla tha. Unke haath unki kamar pakde hue the. Mujhe yeh dekhna pasand nahi aaya. 

Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone mere mobile par unki tasveer ghoori thi, jo un lambi minuteon mein thi jab unhone bataya tha ki har aurat ko kaise moda ja sakta hai. 

Woh ab hamare ghar ke andar the, aur Papa chauda din ke liye bahar the. Woh mere paas se guzre lekin woh unhe kahan le ja rahe the? 

 

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 7




Woh unhe bedroom nahi le gaye. Unhone kaha ki woh sitting room mein hi rehna chahengi, bedroom bahut niji lagta hai, abhi bhi sirf unke aur Papa ka hi jagah. 

Uncle ne koi bahas nahi ki. Unhone bas sar hilaya, unhe sofa par baithaya, aur kaha ki pet ke bal let jaayein taaki woh unki takhne ke aas-paas bandage usi tarah baandh sakein jaise doctor ne dikhaya tha. 

Woh fail gayin, peeli saree hilti hui, unki gaand ka bhaari golai thoda oopar uthte hue jaise woh settle hui. 

Kapda dono gaalon par tight khich gaya. Woh sofa ke end par ghutnon ke bal baith gaye aur patli bandage unki neeche ki pindli aur takhne ke aas-paas lapetne lage, ungliyan dheere kaam karti hui. 







Main kuch foot door khada tha aur rok nahi paya. Main hansa. 

“Phir se, Mummy? Tumne pichhle hafte bhi usi stool se pair takraya tha.” 

Unhone sar ghumaaya, chehra gaddi ke khilaaf aadha chhupa. “Unhe yeh mat batana.” 

“Unhe pehle se pata hai,” maine kaha. “Uncle, woh har doosre din yahi karti hain. Hamesha wahi drawer, hamesha wahi kona.” 

Uncle bandage se oopar dekhe aur muskuraye. “Kya yeh sach hai, Shobha-ji? Aap hamesha usi takhne ko chot pahunchati hain?” 

Mummy ki awaaz chhoti aayi. “Har din nahi hota. Stool purana hai. Woh fisalta hai.” 

Main jaari raha. “Pichhle mahine doosra pair tha. Usse pehle bathroom mein girne wali thin. Uncle ko yahin rehna chahiye aur har baar pakadna chahiye.” 

Uncle hansse, geehri awaaz. “Mujhe unhe pakadne mein koi dikkat nahi.” Unhone bandage ek aur ghumaya. “Mujhse behtar floor se.” 

Mummy ne ek shaant, sharmindagi bhari awaaz ki. “Tum dono ruk jao. Yeh hasi ki baat nahi.” 

“Thodi to hasi ki hai,” maine kaha. “Ghar mein sirf tumhi ho jo furniture se ladti ho aur haar jaati ho.” 

Uncle meri taraf dekhe, abhi bhi muskurate hue. “Woh ziddi hain. Mainne dekha hai. Takhna soojha hua hone par bhi woh pakana-safai karna chahti hain jaise kuch hua hi na ho.” 

“Woh aisi hi hain,” maine jawab diya. “Papa unhe yahi kehte the. Woh kabhi nahi sunti.” 

Woh kaam karte hue baat karte rahe. Main unke haathon ko kapde aur unki pindli ki jild par hilte dekhta raha. Har baar jab woh aaram ke liye hilti thin saree thodi oopar uth jaati aur unki gaand ka poora, gol bojh aur saaf ho jaata. 

Uncle ki aankhein wahan ek se zyada baar giri. Unhone chhupaya nahi. Woh usi tarah ghoore jaise apne ghar ke posters ko ghoorte hain, jaise Holi ki aag ke paar unhe ghoora tha. Mummy ko yeh khulasa mehsoos hua hoga. 

Unhone ek haath se pallu neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki taaki gaand chhupaye, lekin pet ke bal hone se mushkil hua. Peela kapda dono gaalon par tan kar raha, laal kinara unke beech ki silwat ko frame karta. 

Tabhi Uncle ki nazar unke shareer se ek second ke liye hati aur mujh par padi. Unhone mere patloon ka ubhaar dekha, mera lund sakht ho gaya tha. Main unki gaand dekh raha tha jab woh bandage baandh rahe the, aur mere shareer ne waisa hi reaction diya jaise us raat jab main un dono ke baare mein soch kar khatm hua tha. 

Bechaini turant aur gehri ho gayi. Usi pal maine unke patloon ke saamne bhi waisa hi ridge dekha. Woh bhi sakht the. Bilkul. Woh usi bhaari, satin-dhaki gaand ko dekh rahe the, usi aurat ko jise unhone pehle hi chode jaane ka faisla kar liya tha. 

Mummy, abhi bhi munh neeche, kuch mehsoos kar gayi hongi. Unhone sar thoda uthaya aur mujhse unki taraf, phir wapas dekha, unka chehra bhramit, jaise samajh nahi aa raha ki mere aur Uncle Vivek ke beech us shaant second mein kya guzra. 

Hum dono seedhe hue. Uncle ne gale saaf kiya aur bandage par wapas aa gaye. Maine haath jebon mein daal diye aur deewar dekhne laga. Unhone aakhri gaanth baandhi, phir seedhe uthne ki jagah, unki gaand ke sabse oonche golai par apni hatheli rakh di aur ek mazboot, pakka thapki di, jaise koi aadmi ghode ya furniture ko thapki de jise usne abhi kaam khatm kiya ho. 








Awaaz naram lekin saaf thi. Unka haath zarurat se thoda zyada raha, ungliyan peele kapde par faili, neeche ke maans ki garmi aur narmi mehsoos karti hui. 

Mummy nahi hili. Unhone kuch nahi kaha. Unhone hataya nahi. Lekin mujhe unke kandhon ka tanaav pata tha, unki ungliyon ka sofa ki gaddi mein simatna. Unhe unki gaand par aise haath lagna pasand nahi aaya. Yeh pehli baar tha kisi doosre aadmi ne unke us hisse ko chhua. 

Pehli baar Papa ke alawa kisi ne unki gaand par haath rakha. Yeh jaankari mere seene mein garmi ki tarah baithi. Maine use neeche jaate mehsoos kiya, wahi gandi garmi jo pichhli raat mujhe jhalne par majboor ki thi. 

Us din se Uncle har dopahar ghar aane lage. Woh khane ke baad kisi bahane se aate—akelapan mehsoos hona, Papa ke chhode zameen ke kaagazon ka sawal, bazaar se mithai ka packet. 

Woh Mummy ke saath groceries ke liye jaane lage. Main unhe gali mein saath chalte dekhta, dono sabzi aur phal ke plastic bags uthaye, woh halki neeli saree mein jo hips se chipakti, woh safed shirt mein sleeves lapete hue. 








Woh bina pooche bhaari bags le lete. Woh pyaaz ke daam ya dukandaar ke hamesha kharab tamatar dene ki chhoti si joke karte, aur chahe woh rokne ki koshish karti, has padti. 

Awaaz pehle himmati se aati, phir aasaan. 

Shuru mein unhe yeh lagataar maujoodgi pasand nahi thi. Woh kitchen mein dheemi awaaz mein mujhe kehti ki Uncle Vivek bahut baar aa rahe hain, log baat karenge. Lekin unhone jab woh fisli to madad ki thi. 

Unhone bandage theek se baandha. Unhone bhaari chawal ka bor seedhiyon par uthaya jab unki takhna abhi dard karti thi. Dheere-dheere virodh patla hota gaya. Woh unhe accha insaan, kaam ka insaan dekhne lagi, koi jo Papa ke na hone par khali ghanton ko bhar deta. 

Kuch din baad, Uncle Vivek aur main unke ghar mein the. Unhone us pal ki baat uthayi jab unhone us din mera sakht dekha tha. 

Main: Tum tab se muskura rahe ho jab se main baitha. 

Uncle: (cigarette jalate hue, sofa par peeche jhukte) Main us dopahar ko yaad kar raha tha. Jab tumhari Mummy ka pair chot lag gayi. 

Main: (farsh dekhte hue) Tum woh kyun uthaye ja rahe ho? 

Uncle: Kyunki woh mere dimag mein reh gaya. Woh cot par pet ke bal leti hui thin, saree ghutnon tak uthaya hua taaki main bandage baandh sakun. Tum wahi khade the. 

Main: Main iske baare mein baat nahi karna chahta. 

Uncle: Kyun? Us din bhi tum chup ho gaye the. 

Main: Ajeeb laga. Bas itna. 

Uncle: Kaise ajeeb? Tumhara lund khada tha, beta. Mainne tumhare patloon ka ubhaar saaf dekha. Tum aise hil rahe the jaise haath rakhne ki jagah nahi mil rahi. 

Main: (bechain) Woh nahi— main bas wahan khada tha. 

Uncle: Ab jhoot mat bolo. Hum ek doosre se bahut kuch keh chuke hain. Tumhara lund kyun khada hua? 

Main: Mujhe nahi pata. Shayad garmi. Shayad main bechain tha. 

Uncle: Bechain? Tum unhe ghoor rahe the poora waqt jab woh munh neeche thin. 

Main: Main nahi ghoor raha tha. 

Uncle: Ghoor rahe the. Aur maine aur kuch dekha. Tumne mujhe dekha. Mere patloon ko. Tumne dekha main bhi sakht tha. 

(Main kuch second chup rehta hoon. Fan dhuen ko dheere hilata hai humare beech.) 

Main: Mera irada nahi tha dekhne ka. 

Uncle: Pata hai. Phir bhi ho gaya. Tum jaante ho main kyun aisa tha, hai na? 

Main: …Kyun? 

Uncle: Kyunki tumhari Mummy ki badi gaand ki wajah se. Woh pet ke bal leti hui thin, patle kapde ke neeche woh bhaari gol aakar, jo bina koshish ke bhi oopar baitha tha. Main dekhne se nahi rok paya. Jab main unke saath bazaar jaata hoon to unki badi gaand ka hilna mera lund bada kar deta hai. 








Main: Uncle Vivek..... 

Uncle: Mujhe ummeed hai tum ise buri baat nahi samajhte. Main tumse imandaari se keh raha hoon. Aisi aurat ka shareer anumati nahi maangta. Woh bas woh karta hai jo karta hai. 

Main: Main samajhta hoon. Sach mein. 

Uncle: Kya? To batao us din tumhara asal wajah kya tha jo tum sakht hue. 

Main: (ruk kar) Wahi wajah. Maine bhi dekha. Jab woh pet ke bal thin… unki gaand wahi thi. Badi. Naram-si. Kapda thoda chipka hua. Main notice kiye bina nahi reh paya. 

Uncle: (chhoti, geehri hanssi) Dekha? Yahi to meri baat hai. 

Main: Yeh hasi ki baat nahi. 

Uncle: Thodi to hai. Do aadmi ek kamre mein, dono khade hue apne lund patloon se dhakel rahe kyunki ek shaadi-shuda aurat pet ke bal leti hui hai. Apne bete ke saamne bhi. 

Main: Aise mat kaho. 

Uncle: Kyun nahi? Yeh sach hai. Tumhari Mummy ka shareer takatwar hai, beta. Sirf yahi shabd hai. Unhe koshish bhi nahi karni padti. Woh chalti hain, jhukti hain, bandage baandhne ke liye let jaati hain, aur aadmi control kho dete hain. Pati, padosi, apna beta tak. 

Main: Tum unke baare mein aise baat karte ho jaise woh insaan nahi. 

Uncle: Main us shareer ke baare mein baat kar raha hoon jo logon ke saath karta hai. Tumne khud dekha hai ab, unki badi chuchiyaan bhi. Holi mein, nashta mein, us din bathroom mein, aur us cot par. Har baar wahi. 

Main: Bathroom alag tha. 

Uncle: Kya? Unhone wohi dekha jo dekha. Aur tum jaante the main chahta tha woh dekhein. 

Main: (shaant) Haan. 

Uncle: Yahi unki taaqat hai. Woh ek aadmi ko sirf usi kamre mein hone se sakht kar sakti hain. Apne bete ko bhi sakht kar sakti hain bina jaane ki woh kar rahi hain. Yeh aam nahi hai. 

(Hum dono ek pal chup ho jaate hain. Phir woh chhoti hanssi nikalte hain aur main bhi has padta hoon, chhoti aur bechain.) 

Main: Yeh paagalpan hai. 

Uncle: (dhuen chhodte hue, halki muskaan) Accha. Kam se kam ab hum iske baare mein imandaar hain. 

Woh shaamon ko saamne ke darwaze ke paas do plastic kursiyon par baithne lage. Woh safed baniyan mein aate, wahi jo ghar par pehnte, aur unhe ab unki nangi baahon aur chhati ke kaale baalon ka nazaara bechain nahi karta tha. 

Woh aam baatein karte—garmi, doodh ka daam, koi door-darshan serial jo unhe pasand tha. Main seedhiyon par baith kar sunta. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya chahte hain. Har baar jab woh unhe dekhte main dekhta. Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone unki tasveer pakdi thi, jo us second thi jab unhone unki gaand par thapki di thi. 

Woh meri Mummy ko itna chodna chahte the. Main sochta Mummy maanti hain ki woh sirf meherbani kar rahe hain, ek akela kunwara aadmi jo sangat aur ghar ke khane ka maza leta hai. Main sochta woh khud se kehti hain yeh dhyan nirleh hai kyunki woh unke saamne kabhi khuleaam gandi baat nahi karte. 

Yahi main khud se kehta tha ki woh sochti hain. 

Jab woh andar chai banane jaati, Uncle aur main bahar rehte aur baat badal jaati. 

“Woh mujhe aadi ho rahi hain,” unhone ek shaam kaha, cigarette jalate hue. 

“Haan,” maine jawab diya. 

“Shareer to mere dimag mein pehle se mera hai. Bas baaki unka hissa catch up kare.” 

“Tum ab bhi sochte ho woh maan jaayengi?” 

“Har aurat aakhir mein maan jaati hai. Tumne woh film dekhi hain jo mainne di thin. Tum jaante ho kaise hota hai. Woh bhookhi hain. Unke pati do hafte ke liye gaye hain aur yahan hone par bhi kabhi unhe santusht nahi karte the. Main un par mehsoos kar sakta hoon.” 

Main chahta tha woh meri Mummy ko chodein. Tasveerein pehle se jadd pakad chuki thin. Main jaanna chahta tha woh unke neeche kaisi dikhengi, kya woh wahi dikhawa wali awaazein karengi ya asli. Uske saath-saath main taiyar nahi tha kamre mein khade ho kar yeh hote dekhne ke liye. 

Yeh isko us tarah asal bana dega jise main wapas nahi le sakta. Iska matlab hoga maine maan liya ki meri Mummy mere Papa se dhokha kar rahi hain. 

Videoyon ne pehle hi unhe dekhne ka mera tarika bigad diya tha; mujhe nahi pata tha main agla kadam uthakar ise apni aankhon se dekh sakta hoon ya nahi. 

Us raat khane ke baad hum teeno sofa par baithe. Mummy ne halki neeli lilac saree pehni thi chhote chandi ke bindiyon ke saath. Woh chehra door-darshan ki taraf rakhe rahi, Uncle ko seedha kabhi nahi dekha. 

Woh unse bazaar ke baare mein, kisi padosi ki beti ki shaadi ke baare mein, aam jumle kehte. Woh chhote, shistachar wale shabdon mein jawab deti. Plate saaf hone ke baad woh uthe aur kaha jaane se pehle bathroom jaayenge. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya karne ja rahe hain. Mainne dekha tha unki aankhein unka peecha kaise kar rahi thin jab woh kitchen gayi. Mainne wahi bhook dekhi thi jo woh vaishyaayon aur unki chhodi panty ke baare mein baat karte waqt dikhate hain. 

Das minute guzar gaye. Phir pandrah. Mummy ne ghadi dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Yeh itni der kyon laga rahe hain? Jaao dekho sab theek hai ya nahi.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala. Mehmaan bathroom ka darwaza khula tha aur khali. 

Maine doosra toilet check kiya. Khali. Main aage badha, apne kamre se guzra, aur apne Papa-Mummy ke bedroom ke darwaze par ruka. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Main andar jhuk kar dekha. 

Uncle bed ke paas khade the apne safed baniyan mein, woh peeli satin ki na-dhoi panty jo maine us subah Mummy ko pehnte dekhi thi, unke chehre se sata hui. 

Unki aankhein band thin aur woh dheere saans le rahe the, usi tarah jaise main unke ghar mein doosri auraton ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha. Kapda dono haathon mein sikuda hua tha. Woh poori tarah doobe hue dikhte the. 

Main muskuraya. Wahi gandi garmi phir se uthne lagi. 

Main sitting room wapas aaya. Maine jhoot banaya kyunki main chahta tha meri Mummy unhe unki gandi na-dhoi panty ki khushbu lete dekhe. 

“Uncle aapko bula rahe hain,” maine unhe kaha. “Woh aapke bedroom mein hain. Unhone kaha kuch dikhana hai.” 

Unhone ajeeb nazar se dekha. “Mere bedroom mein? Woh wahan kyun gaye?” 

“Mujhe nahi pata. Unhone bas kaha aapko bulao.” 

Woh hichkichi. Unki ungliyan halki neeli lilac saree ke pallu ko masal rahi thin. 

Woh dheere uthi, abhi sochti, abhi anishchit, aur hallway mein chali. 

Maine unhe wahan rukte dekha, ek haath deewar par, chehra thoda neeche muda jaise khud se jhagda kar rahi hon aage badhein ya nahi. Phir woh aage badhin, bedroom ka darwaza tak pahunchin, aur use dhakel diya. 

“Vivek-ji?” unhone pukara. “Aapne mujhe bulaya?” 

Woh ruk gayin. 

Woh abhi bhi wahan khade the, peeli panty unke haathon mein, kapda abhi bhi unke muh ke kareeb. 

Ek lambe second tak koi nahi hila. Unke haath uth kar muh dhakne lage. Unki aankhein chaudi ho gayin. 

Woh ek doosre ko poori hairani mein ghoorne lage, bedroom ke lamp ne scene par garam roshni daali, peela kapda unke safed baniyan ke khilaaf chamakta, unki lilac saree darwaze par kaanpti hui. 











 

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 8



Jab bedroom ka darwaza khula aur woh lilac saree mein wahan khadi thin, haath pehle se hi chehre ki taraf uthte hue, Uncle shocked nahi dikhe. Unhone peeli panty nahi giraayi, peeche nahi hate, na hi jo kar rahe the use chhupane ki koshish ki. 


Bajaaye iske unke muh par ek dheemi, santusht muskaan fail gayi. Unhone satin kapda apni naak se sataaye rakha aur saans lete rahe, is baar aur gehri, aankhein kapde ke oopar unki aankhon se atki hui. 

Muskaan rahi chahe unki ungliyan unke honthon ko dhak rahi thin. Unhone ek baar aur jaan-bujhkar saans li, unhe har second dekhne diya, pehle ki aakhir mein panty neeche karein aur shaant, lagbhag komal awaaz mein bole. 

“Yeh tumhari mahak le rahi hain.” 

Unhone ek chhoti ghutan si awaaz ki, mudi, aur itni jaldi kamre se nikalin ki saree ka pallu unke peeche ghisatta raha. 



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Woh thodi der aur wahan khade rahe, abhi bhi muskurate, abhi bhi peela kapda pakde, pehle ki shaanti se doosri panty uthayein aur unki khushbu lete rahein. Lagbhag 7 panty thin aur unhone ek-ek karke sabki mahak li. 

Us raat ghar alag mehsoos hua. Uncle Vivek ke jaane ke baad, Mummy kamron mein aise ghoomi jaise koi sapne mein chal raha ho. Unhone wahi plate do baar dhoya. 

Woh khule refrigerator ke saamne lambi der khadi rahi bina kuch nikale. Jab maine poocha kya chai chahiye to haan kaha, phir bhool gayin ki unhone maangi thi. 

Main apne kamre ke darwaze se unhe dekh raha tha jab woh kitchen mein paani pee rahi thin. Unke vichar saaf kahin aur the. Mujhe pata tha unmein kya bhara hai: Uncle ka chehra unki gandi panty mein dooba hua, unke chehre par khuli maza, yeh baat ki unhe sharm nahi aayi. 








Woh apne blouse ke neckline ko chhuti rahi jaise kapda achanak bahut tight lag raha ho. Ek baar woh apne bed ke kinare baithin aur band almari ko ghoor rahi thin jahan unke baaki underthings rakhe the. 

Woh jaldi nahi soyin. Roshni band hone ke bahut baad main unhe ek taraf se doosri taraf karwat lete sun sakta tha. Main unke bedroom mein dekh raha tha, woh ghumti-ghumti rahi, kuch saaf unhe tang kar raha tha. 

Woh nahi so pa rahi thin kyunki woh Uncle Vivek ke unki panty ki khushbu lene ke baare mein soch rahi thin. 



Kuch din baad dopahar ki garmi bhaari thi. Mummy bahar kapde clip kar rahi thin. Main gate ke paas neeche diwar par baitha tha, mobile scroll karte hue, jab maine andar se Uncle ki awaaz suni. 

“Shobha-ji, kya aap ek saaf towel la sakti hain? Yeh bilkul geela ho gaya hai.” 

Woh hamare bathroom ka istemaal kar rahe the. Mummy ne ijazat di thi kyunki unke ghar ki plumbing us din theek ki ja rahi thi. Main jahan tha wahi raha, sunte hue. Naram kadam corridor se guzre. 

Mummy: Vivek ji… main towel le aayi. Darwaze ke paas chhod rahi hoon. 

Uncle: (andar se, paani abhi chal raha) Shobha ji, yahan se nahi pahunch sakta. Rack bahut door hai. Bas thoda andar aakar mujhe de dijiye. 

Mummy: (bahar khadi, awaaz savdhaan) Theek hai, main handle par rakh deti hoon. Darwaza kholte waqt le lijiye. 

Uncle: Farsh geela hai. Agar main aise bahar nikla to fisal jaunga. Please, bas do kadam andar. Main parda ke peeche hoon. 

(Woh darwaze ke threshold par kuch second ruki. Main corridor se dekh sakta tha unhe yeh pasand nahi aa raha. Unke kandhe sakht the, awaaz pehle se hi chhoti.) 

Mummy: Andar dhundhla hai… mujhe nahi lagta mujhe aana chahiye. 

Uncle: Exhaust aaj theek se nahi chal raha. Bas andar aao, towel do, aur chali jaao. Main nahi dekhunga. 








Mummy: …Theek hai. To aankhein band rakhna. 

(Woh andar kadam rakhti hain. Moti bhaap chhote bathroom ko bhar deti hai. Woh apni aankhein neeche, lagbhag band rakhti hain, aur fold kiya hua towel aage badhati hain.) 

Uncle: Thoda aur kareeb, Shobha ji. Abhi bhi nahi pahunch raha. 

Mummy: Main pehle se andar hoon. Please le lijiye. 

Uncle: Mera haath geela hai. Bas ek aur kadam aao taaki floor par na gire. 

(Woh himmat se aage badhti hain. Main unki awaaz mein sun sakta tha—woh jaise hi andar aayi nikalna chahti thin. Unki posture se sab kuch bechaini bata raha tha.) 

Mummy: Yeh lo… jaldi le lo. 

Uncle: Shukriya— 

(Unki ungliyan towel ki jagah unki kalai ke aas-paas band ho jaati hain. Ek smooth kheench mein woh unhe aur andar kheench lete hain, aadhe khule parda ke paar. Towel geele farsh par gir jaata hai.) 

Mummy: Vivek ji—! 

(Unki aankhein shock se khul jaati hain. Teen-char saaf second ke liye woh unhe seedha dekh rahi thin. Woh poori tarah nange the, paani abhi bhi unki chhati aur pet se beh raha tha. Unka lund bhaari, mota, aur aadha sakht, bhaap ke beech saaf latak raha tha.) 

Mummy: (awaaz toot-ti hui) Yeh— yeh aap kya— 

Uncle: (abhi bhi unki kalai halki pakde) Shobha ji, maaf kijiye— mujhe laga aapka haath towel hai. Dhundh bahut gehri hai, theek se nahi dikha. 

Mummy: Chhodiye— 

Uncle: Mera irada aapko kheenchne ka nahi tha. Haath ne bas jo saamne tha pakad liya. Yahan sab kuch safed hai. 

Mummy: (apni kalai chhudate hue, aankhein abhi bhi chaudi) Aap… aapko mujhe warning deni chahiye thi. 

Uncle: Maine kaha tha main parda ke peeche hoon. Sach mein nahi dikha. Bhaap soch se zyada thi. 

Mummy: Main… main sirf isliye aayi kyunki aapne kaha nahi pahunch pa rahe. 

Uncle: Aur main shukrguzar hoon. Sach mein. Main aapke ghar mein tipakta aur nanga nikalna nahi chahta tha. 

(Woh pehle se hi mud rahi thin, lagbhag thokar khate hue darwaze ki taraf. Unka chehra laal, saans asamaan. Unhone unhe saaf dekha—woh kuch second kaafi the.) 

Mummy: Mujhe maaf kijiye. Mujhe itna andar nahi aana chahiye tha. 

Uncle: Nahi, Shobha ji, maafi mujhe maangni chahiye. Dhundh, geela farsh… sab galat ho gaya. 

Mummy: Please bas… towel le lijiye. Main ja rahi hoon. 

(Woh jaldi bahar nikalti hain, darwaza zarurat se zyada jor se band karti hain. Unke kadam corridor se tez hote hain. Maine suna woh seedha apne kamre gayin, meri taraf dekhe bina.) 

Uncle: (dheere se, darwaze ke peeche se) Shobha ji… towel farsh par hai. Kya aap— 

Lekin woh pehle se chali gayi thin. 








Us din ke baaki hisse mein woh khud nahi thin. Unhone dal mein cheeni daal di. Chai taiyar hone ke baad gas chalu chhod di. Mere sawalon ka jawab aadhe dhyan se diya. 

Jab maine poocha kya kuch galat hai to kaha garmi se sir dard ho raha hai. Mujhe sach pata tha. Woh us mote, bhaari lambai ko dekh rahi thin jo unhone galti se dekha jab towel le kar bathroom mein gayi thin. 

Das inch, sakht, paani us par beh raha, nazar andaz karna namumkin. Woh ek nazaara unki aankhon ke peeche atak gaya tha aur chhodne se inkaar kar raha tha. 

Us shaam main unhe bedroom mein kapde fold karte paaya. Main darwaze ke frame se jhuk gaya. 








“Dopahar se aap chup hain,” maine kaha. 

“Bas thaki hui.” 

“Aapne pehle doodh mein namak daalne wala tha.” 

Unhone chhoti, majboori hanssi di. “Main kuch aur soch rahi thi.” 

“Kya?” 

“Kuch zaroori nahi. Ghar ka kaam. Tumhare Papa ke zameen ke kaagaz.” 

“Aap apni gardan chhute ja rahe hain jaise kuch tang kar raha ho.” 

Unhone turant haath gira diya. “Mausam hai. Bahut nami.” 

Maine khamoshi ko ek pal baithne diya. “Uncle bathroom mein bahut der rahe.” 

Unki ungliyan fold ho rahi saree par sakht ho gayin. “Paani ka pressure kam hai. Bas itna.” 

“Aap unhe towel le gayi thin.” 

“Unhone maanga tha.” 

“Aur phir aap aisi nikalin jaise bhoot dekh liya ho.” 

Woh muh pher kar almari kholi. “Tum soch rahe ho. Jao khao. Khana thanda ho raha hai.” 

Mujhe pata tha woh chhupa rahi thin. Unke kandhe kaise sakht rahe, mujhe muh dikhane se inkaar, awaaz mein savdhaan khali-pan—sab bata raha tha unke lund ki tasveer abhi bhi unki aankhon ke peeche chal rahi hai. 

Baad mein usi shaam main Uncle ke ghar gaya. Unhone darwaza pehle se muskurate hue khola, jaise mera intezar kar rahe hon. 

Main: Main seedha yahan aaya. Ghar par baith nahi pa raha tha. 

  

Uncle: (pehle se cigarette peete, ek bhaun upar) Tum bechain lag rahe ho. Kya hua? 

  

Main: Main sab sochta rehta hoon. Khaas kar bathroom. 

  

Uncle: (dheemi muskaan) To aakhir mein tum iske baare mein theek se baat karna chahte ho. 

  

Main: Tumne unhe dhoka diya, hai na? 

  

Uncle: Haan diya. Maine kaha towel nahi pahunch raha. Nirleh banaya. Mujhe pata tha woh hichkichayengi, mujhe pata tha agar sahi tarike se poochun to phir bhi andar aayengi. Main chahta tha woh dekhein, beta. Main chahta tha woh kuch second jahan unki aankhon ke paas koi chara na ho. 

  

Main: Main corridor mein tha. Maine poora dekha. 

  

Uncle: Tumne dekha woh aankhein lagbhag band karke andar aayi? 

  

Main: Haan. Aur maine dekha tumne unki kalai kheenchi. Maine unka chehra dekha jab unhone aankhein kholi. 

  

Uncle: Unka chehra kaisa tha? 

  

Main: Shock. Phir kuch aur jo woh dikhana nahi chahti thin. Unhone usko zarurat se zyada der dekha. 

  

Uncle: Accha. Yahi to maqsad tha. 

  

Main: Aur bhi hai. Mujhe pata hai unhone tumhe unki gandi panty ki khushbu lete dekha. 

  

(Uncle ek second ke liye ruk jaate hain, phir ek shaant hanssi nikalte hain.) 

  

Uncle: Kab? 

  

Main: Us dopahar jab tum unke bedroom mein the. Maine unhe jaan-bujhkar wahan bheja. Maine kaha almari se kuch gayab hai taaki woh andar aayein jab tum unhe chehre se sataaye hue the. 

  

Uncle: (ab mujhe ghoorte hue) Tumne yeh kiya? 

  

Main: Haan. 

  

Uncle: Tum chhote haramzade. Idhar aao. 

  

(Woh haath badha kar mera kandha pakadte hain, ek baar sakhti se dabate, lagbhag pyaar se.) 

  

Uncle: Main iske liye tumhe chum sakta hoon. Tumne sach mein setup kiya taaki woh mujhe pakad le. 

  

Main: Main chahta tha woh dekhein. Main chahta tha woh jaanein tum kya karte ho jab koi nahi dekh raha. 

  

Uncle: Aur unhone dekha? 

  

Main: Woh kuch second wahan khadi rahi. Tumne pehle notice bhi nahi kiya. Unhone dekha tumne kapda naak se sataya. Phir woh bina kuch kahe peeche hat gayin. 

  

Uncle: Yahi wajah hai ki uske baad se woh mere saath itni ajeeb hain. 

  

Main: Unka dimag theek se kaam nahi kar raha, Vivek. Bathroom ke baad se. Woh doodh jala deti hain, jumle ke beech mein bhool jaati hain kya keh rahi thin, pallu theek karti rehti hain chahe zarurat na ho. 

  

Uncle: Kyunki unhone mera lund dekha. Aur kyunki unhone mujhe us jagah ki khushbu lete dekha jahan unki chut din bhar baithti hai. 

  

Main: Haan. 

  

Uncle: Main unhe hafte se chodna chahta hoon. Holi ki raat se. Us pal se jab maine woh safed saree unke hips ke aas-paas hilte dekhi. Mainne tab kaha tha main unhe lunga. Mainne matlab kiya tha. 

  

Main: Mujhe koi dikkat nahi. 

  

Uncle: Phir se kaho. 

  

Main: Mujhe koi dikkat nahi agar tum meri Mummy ko chodo. Main iska intezar kar raha hoon. 

  

Uncle: Tum iske baare mein kitni der se soch rahe ho? 

  

Main: Har raat. Tumhare ghar se jaane ke baad main ghar jaata hoon, bed par leta hoon, aur apne aap ko sahlaata hoon soch kar tum unke oopar ho. Sochta hoon unki chuchiyaan kaisi dikhengi jab tum blouse neeche kheenchoge. Sochta hoon woh chup rehne ki koshish karengi jab tum andar dhakeloge. 

  

Uncle: Tum yeh kar rahe ho? 

  

Main: Holi ke baad se lagbhag har raat. Kabhi main nashta ki table sochta hoon. Kabhi bandage wali dopahar jab woh pet ke bal thin. Kabhi bathroom. Hamesha tum unhe chod rahe ho. 

  

Uncle: (awaaz neeche, moti) Aur tum abhi yahan baith kar yeh bata rahe ho. 

  

Main: Kyunki main chahta hoon yeh asal mein ho. 

  

Uncle: Aur kya kar rahi hain woh? 

  

Main: Jab tum nahi hote to woh tumhare baare mein poochti hain. Chhote sawal. “Vivek ji ne theek se khaya?” “Woh akele kyun rehte hain?” Phir chup ho jaati hain, jaise unhe ehsaas ho gaya bahut pooch liya. 

  

Uncle: Unki chut geeli ho rahi hai, beta. Main bina chhue bata sakta hoon. Koi aurat aadmi ka lund galti se nahi dekhti phir doodh jalati hai aur uske baare mein poochti hai jab tak unki taangon ke beech kuch na ho raha ho. 

  

Main: Tum sochte ho woh iske baare mein sochti hain to geeli hoti hain? 

  

Uncle: Mujhe pata hai. Unka shareer uske baad sukha nahi rehta jo unhone dekha. Bathroom se nikalte unka tarika, agli subah mujhe dekhne se inkaar… unki chut pehle se iske baare mein soch rahi thi chahe unka muh na bol raha ho. 

  

Main: Saaf kaho. 

  

Uncle: Unki chut mere liye geeli ho rahi hai. Yahi mera yakeen hai. Aur ab mujhe vaishyaayein nahi chahiye. Pehle unhe bulaata, paise deta, istemaal karta, bhej deta. Kuch der baad sab ek jaisi lagti hain. Tumhari Mummy nahi. Ab main sirf unhe hi chodna chahta hoon. Sirf unhe. 

  

Main: Papa abhi bhi unse shaadi-shuda hain. 

  

Uncle: Khaas kar tab. Woh unki biwi rehti hain. Woh meri randi ban jaati hain. Yahi bandobast hai jo mainne tumse kaha. Kuch nahi badla. 

  

Main: To bahut der mat karo. 

  

Uncle: Main der nahi kar raha. Main bas soch unke dimag mein thodi der aur baithne de raha hoon. Bathroom, panty, us subah unka haath pakadna… yeh pehle se kaam kar raha hai. Agli baar jab main unhe akele paunga, main dekhne par nahi rukunga. 

  

Main: Accha. 

  

Uncle: (saans chhodte, lagbhag muskurate) Tum sach mein ismein mere saathi ho, hai na? 

  

Main: Haan. Main ismein tumhara hoon aag se. 

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 9



Uske kuch din baad, jab hum nashta kar rahe the, Mummy ne plate se nazar uthaye bina kaha. 


“Kya tumhare paas Vivek ka phone number hai?” 

Maine chabana band kiya. “Kyun?” 

“Mujhe unse kuch poochna pad sakta hai. Bazaar ke baare mein. Ya agar woh shahar ja rahe hon. Bas practical baatein.” 

“Tum seedha ja sakti ho. Woh do ghar door rehte hain.” 

“Kabhi-kabhi call karna aasaan hota hai.” 

“Kya yeh dosti ke baare mein hai?” 

Unhone chhoti, savdhaan sar hilayi. “Haan. Unhone takhne aur groceries mein madad ki hai. Yeh bas shista charan hai.” 

Mujhe pata tha yeh sirf shista charan nahi hai. Unki ungliyan tablecloth ke kinare ko masal rahi thin, bata raha tha woh kuch aur soch rahi hain. Phir bhi maine kaagaz ka tukda liya, number saaf likha, aur unki taraf ghuska diya. 

Unhone use do baar fold kiya aur blouse ki jeb mein daal diya jaise woh cheez gayab ho sakti ho. 

Us raat khane ke baad main chup raha. Jab woh apne bedroom mein gayin to main kuch minute intezar karta raha, phir bina awaaz ke corridor se chala aur us jagah khada hua jahan se aadhe khule darwaze se dikh sake. 

Woh bed ke kinare baithi thin usi lilac saree mein, chhota fold kiya hua kaagaz haathon mein. Woh us kaagaz ko bahut lambi der tak dekh rahi thin. Unke dimag mein sau-sau vichar daud rahe the. 








Unhone use kai baar ulat-pulat kiya. Unka angutha numberon par phira. Woh side table par rakhe phone ko lambi der ghoor rahi thin, saaf khud se jhagda kar rahi thin. 

Ek baar unhone kaagaz neeche rakha aur uthi jaise faisla kar liya na karne ka. Phir phir se baithin, use uthaya, aur dheere-dheere number type kiya. 

Maine dekha unhone call button dabaya. 

Woh unhe kehna chahti thin ki ruk jaayein. Yeh kehna chahti thin ki unki panty ke saath jo kiya woh galat tha, unhe kabhi unke bedroom mein nahi aana chahiye, towel wala waqya bhool jana chahiye. 

Yahi wajah thi unhone number maanga. Unhe line kheenchna tha. Phir bhi jab phone unke kaan se bajne laga, unka doosra haath gale par tha aur saans sthir nahi thi. 

Wahi aurat jo shock mein muh dhak leti thi ab us aadmi ko call kar rahi thi jisne yeh sab kiya, aur main dekh sakta tha ki jo line woh kheenchna chahti thin woh pehle se hi usse patli thi jise woh maan ne ko taiyar thin. Raat mein unhone unhe call kiya. 

Mummy: Vivek, mujhe chahiye tum dhyan se suno kyunki main tumse jhagda karne call nahi kar rahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh ummeed bhari shuruat hai, Shobha. Aam taur par jab tum aisi awaaz mein call karti ho to mujhe lecture milne wala hota hai. 

Mummy: Shayad tumhe chahiye. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad. Khaas kar tumhari jaisi sundar aurat se. Lekin tum bahut serious lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Main serious hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: To main apna poora dhyan dunga. 

Mummy: Accha. Kyunki main sun rahi hoon tum mere baare mein kya keh rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Mere akele hone ke baare mein? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur? 

Mummy: Aur yeh sach nahi hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Tumne bahut jaldi jawab diya. 

Mummy: Kyunki yeh kehna hi bekaar hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum nahi sochti aajkal tum akele lag rahi ho? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Thoda bhi nahi? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum hichkichi. 

Mummy: Nahi hichi. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul hichi. 

Mummy: Vivek, main nahi dungi tum isko apne khelon mein badalne. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf sawal pooch raha hoon. 

Mummy: Tum hamesha yahi kehte ho usse pehle ki mujhe chhedna shuru karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad mujhe maza aata hai dekhna tum kitni jaldi naraz hoti ho. 

Mummy: Yahi to meri baat hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum isko dilchasp bana deti ho. 

Mummy: Main serious baat karne ki koshish kar rahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: To karo. 

Mummy: Mujhe nahi chahiye tum mere feelings diagnose karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main kuch diagnose nahi kar raha tha. Main observe kar raha tha. 

Mummy: Tum nahi jaante meri zindagi mein kya ho raha hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad sab nahi. 

Mummy: Bilkul. 

Uncle Vivek: Lekin main cheezein notice karta hoon. 

Mummy: Aur kabhi-kabhi tum aisi cheezein notice karte ho jo hain hi nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Kabhi-kabhi main aisi cheezein notice karta hoon jo tum khud nahi notice karti. 

Mummy: Yeh unhi mein se ek hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tum aisa kehti ho. 

Mummy: Main aisa kehti hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum bahut determined lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Kyunki main hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh tumhari impressive qualities mein se ek hai. 

Mummy: Mujhe flirt mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe nahi pata tha mujhe tumhari taarif karne ke liye ijazat chahiye. 

Mummy: Tum jaante ho mera matlab. 

Uncle Vivek: Main bilkul jaanta hoon. 

Mummy: To ruk jaao. 

Uncle Vivek: Main koshish karunga. Lekin mushkil hai khaas kar tumhari jaisi rani ke liye. 

Mummy: “Koshish”? 

Uncle Vivek: Maine kaha main koshish karunga. 

Mummy: Vivek. 

Uncle Vivek: Theek hai, theek hai. Jari rakho. 

Mummy: Mainne call karne ki ek mukhya wajah hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe shak tha. 

Mummy: Tumhe meri cheezon mein ghusna band karna hoga. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh bahut zyada serious ilzaam hai. 

Mummy: Main ilzaam nahi laga rahi. Main keh rahi hoon band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tumhe kya lagta hai main kar raha hoon? 

Mummy: Mujhe explain mat karwao. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sach mein utsuk hoon. 

Mummy: Kyunki main jaanti hoon maine kya notice kiya. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tum pakki ho? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Matlab main tumhari underwear ki khushbu le raha tha? Tum bahut pakki lag rahi ho. 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Theek. Main samajhta hoon tum kyun naraz ho. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul. 

Mummy: To joke mat banao. 

Uncle Vivek: Mainne koi nahi banaya. 

Mummy: Tum banane wale the. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum mujhe bahut acchi tarah jaanti ho. 

Mummy: Badkismati se. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe “yaadgar” pasand hai. 

Mummy: Tum namumkin ho. 






Uncle Vivek: Aur phir bhi tumne mujhe call kiya. 

Mummy: Kyunki main yeh saaf karna chahti thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Natural. 

Mummy: Isliye nahi ki main tumse baat karna chahti thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yeh thoda sakht hai. 

Mummy: Yeh sach hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tumhe yeh khud se kehna hai. 

Mummy: Vivek! 

Uncle Vivek: Main chhed raha hoon. 

Mummy: Mujhe chhedna band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum sach mein nafrat karti ho maan ne se ki main tumhari jild ke neeche utar gaya. 

Mummy: Mujhe kuch maan na nahi hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul nahi. 

Mummy: Mera matlab hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. 

Mummy: To tum kyun muskura rahe ho? 

 

Uncle Vivek: Kyunki jab tum naraz hoti ho to tum predictable ho. 

Mummy: Main predictable nahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Ho. 

Mummy: Kaise? 

Uncle Vivek: Tum tez bolne lagti ho. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Haan. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur phir tum israr karne lagti ho ki tum naraz nahi ho. 

Mummy: Main naraz hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul. 

Mummy: Tum iska maza le rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Thoda. 

Mummy: Tum namumkin ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Tumne yeh pehle bhi kaha hai. 

Mummy: Kyunki yeh sach hai. 

Uncle Vivek: Yaad hai us dopahar jab main naha raha tha? 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Yaad hai. 

Mummy: Yaad hai tum naha rahe the. 

Uncle Vivek: Aur tum mere liye towel laayi thin. 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum andar aayi, mujhe dekha, ek second ke liye ruk gayi— 

Mummy: Main nahi ruki. 

Uncle Vivek: Bilkul ruki. 

Mummy: Main hairan hui thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum aisi lag rahi thin jaise bhool gayi ho kya kehne wali thin. 

Mummy: Kyunki mainne ummeed nahi ki thi tum us haalat mein hoge. 

Uncle Vivek: Mujhe tumhare chehre ka nazaara yaad hai. 

Mummy: Shuru mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf yaad kar raha hoon. 

Mummy: Tum jaan-bujhkar mujhe sharminda kar rahe ho. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad mujhe yaad dilane mein maza aata hai un palon ka jab tum ab jitni composed nahi thin. Shayad tumne kuch bada dekha tha, hai na? 

Mummy: Main poori tarah composed thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Natural. 

Mummy: Thi. 

Uncle Vivek: Agar tum aisa kehti ho. 

Mummy: Yeh kehna band karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? 

Mummy: “Agar tum aisa kehti ho.” Tum aise kehte ho jaise mujhe vishwas nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Shayad nahi. 

Mummy: Vivek— 

Uncle Vivek: Phir se. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Uncle Vivek: Woh tone. 

Mummy: Main bhaari saans le rahi hoon kyunki main frustrated ho rahi hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Maine notice kiya. 

Mummy: Uspar comment mat karo. 

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf poochne wala tha ki tum theek ho. 

Mummy: Main theek hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Sure? 

Mummy: Haan. 

Uncle Vivek: To main ruk jaunga. 

Mummy: Accha. 

Uncle Vivek: Abhi ke liye. 

Mummy: Vivek! 

Uncle Vivek: Kya? Tum jaanti ho main rok nahi sakta. 

Mummy: Yeh baat khatm. 

Uncle Vivek: Tum call kaat rahi ho? 

Mummy: Haan. 

(Line dead ho gayi. Maine suna unhone phone jor se rakha. Jab main shaanti se unke kamre ke darwaze par gaya to woh bed ke kinare baithi thin, jabda sakht, aankhein gusse se bhari, ek haath chhati par dabaya hua jaise saans ko normal dhakel rahi hon.) 

Woh phone ko lagbhag poora ek minute ghoor rahi thin. Phir use uthaya aur phir se dial kiya. 

Call connect hua. Kai second tak sirf awaaz thi. 

Geeli. Rhythmic. Jild par jild. Sthir aur bina jaldi. Phir ek geehri, control wali saans jo baat-cheet ki nahi thi. 

Mummy: Vivek ji…? 

Awaaz jaari rahi. Ab kareeb, jaise phone source ke bilkul paas rakh diya gaya ho. 

Mummy: Vivek ji, jawab do. 

Abhi bhi sirf naram, geeli stroke aur unki shaant saans. Jaise woh hasthmaithun kar rahe hon. 

Mummy: Mujhe pata hai tum kya kar rahe ho. Band karo. Yeh koi joke nahi. 

Unki apni saans bhi uthne lagi, us raftaar se milti hui jo woh sun rahi thin. 

Mummy: Vivek… please. Main jo keh rahi thi use khatm karne call ki thi. Iske liye nahi. 

Stroke nahi ruka. Woh poori tarah chup rahe, apne lund par haath ki awaaz line bharne de rahe. 

Mummy: Main sun rahi hoon. Samajh rahe ho? Main sab sun rahi hoon. 

Unki awaaz patli ho gayi. Gussa abhi bhi tha, lekin shabdon ke beech wahi asamaan saans thi jo pehle thi, ab aur tezi se. 

Mummy: Kuch kaho. Kaho ki tum meri undergarments chhuna band karoge. Kaho ki tum mujhse aise baat nahi karoge. 

Sirf geeli rhythm ne jawab diya. Sthir. Bina sharm. Itna kareeb ki unki mutthi ka har hilna saaf tha. 

Mummy: Vivek… 

Unhone unka naam ek baar aur kaha, naram, aur phir line par hi rahi, sunte hue, unki saans andhere mein uth-gir rahi jab woh kuch nahi bole. 

Uncle Vivek: Inhi dino mein se kisi din, tumhare pati ke wapas aane se pehle, main tumhe chodunga. 

Mummy: Kya? Tum mujhse aise kaise keh sakte ho. Aisa mat kaho. 

Uncle Vivek: Main kahunga. Ghar shaant hoga. Tum darwaza khol dogi. 

Mummy: Nahi. 

Uncle Vivek: Khol dogi. Tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanta hai. 

(Maine dekha meri Mummy apne aap ko chhune lagi thin, mujhe apni aankhon par yakeen nahi hua) 








Mummy: Main shaadi-shuda hoon. 

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Yeh nahi badalta jo main chahta hoon. 

 

 

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 10



Mummy: Tum aisa faisla nahi kar sakte.


Uncle Vivek: Tumhara shareer pehle se tumhare liye faisla kar raha hai.

Mummy: Nahi.

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari saans haan keh rahi hai.

Mummy: …Yeh sirf garmi hai. Tum mujhe nahi jaante.

Uncle Vivek: Yeh garmi nahi hai. Yeh mere lund ki soch hai.

Mummy: Vivek ji—

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari woh chuchiyaan. Bhaari. Naram. Mainne unhe har saree ke neeche hilte dekha hai jo tum pehnti ho.

Mummy: Unke baare mein mat bolo.

Uncle Vivek: Kyun nahi? Woh jald hi mere haathon mein hongi.

Mummy: Ruko.

Uncle Vivek: Aur neeche. Tumhari chut. Bathroom ke baad se geeli hai, hai na?

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Jab main bahut kareeb aa jaata hoon to tum jawab nahi deti.

(Uncle unki awaaz sunte hue apna lund sahlaate rahe)








Mummy: Kyunki tum galat ho.

Uncle Vivek: Kya? Tumne pehle meri awaaz sunte hue apne aap ko chhua.

Mummy: Woh galti thi.

Uncle Vivek: Galtiyan kisi aurat ko aisi saans nahi dilwati.

Mummy: Main shaant rehne ki koshish kar rahi hoon.

Uncle Vivek: Tum haar rahi ho. Main sun sakta hoon.

Mummy: Please topic badlo.

Uncle Vivek: Nahi. Main chahta hoon tum sach suno. Unke wapas aane se pehle kisi dopahar ya raat, main andar aaunga aur tumhare saath apna time lunga.

Mummy: Main kabhi ijazat nahi dungi.

Uncle Vivek: Tumhe ijazat dene ki zarurat nahi padegi. Jab main tumhe chhunga tab tum pehle se geeli hogi.

Mummy: Tumhe yeh nahi pata.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Jo aurat theek se chodi nahi jaati woh bechain rehti hai. Tumhari chut bechain hai.

Mummy: Woh shabd mat use karo.

Uncle Vivek: Chut. Yahi sahi shabd hai uske liye jo abhi tumhari taangon ke beech tadap rahi hai.

Mummy: (saans tez) Main call kaat rahi hoon.

Uncle Vivek: To kaat do. Ya ruko aur ladti raho.

Mummy: Tum poori tarah galat ho.

Uncle Vivek: Galat hone se nahi rukta ki tumhari chuchiyaan kaisi mehsoos hoti hain jab tum mere muh un par sochti ho.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Phir se chup.

(Maine dekha Mummy ab takiye par sar rakh kar apne aap ko chhu rahi thin, main hairan tha)








Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata tumse kya kahun.

Uncle Vivek: Kaho ki tum chahti ho main call karna band karun. Aise kaho jaise tumhara matlab ho.

Mummy: Mujhe… mujhe yeh kehna chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: Lekin tumne nahi kaha.

Mummy: Kyunki mera ek hissa bhramit hai.

Uncle Vivek: Accha. Bhram imandaar hai. Tumhari shaadi shaant hai. Tumhara shareer nahi.

Mummy: Mere pati mujhe pyaar karte hain.

Uncle Vivek: Woh tumhe dino ke liye akele chhod dete hain. Main nahi chhodunga.

Mummy: Tum sirf ek cheez chahte ho.

Uncle Vivek: Main chahta hoon tumhe kholun aur dekhun tumhari chut har inch le. Main chahta hoon woh chuchiyaan uchhalen jab main tumhe dheere chodun.

Mummy: Please…

Uncle Vivek: Please ruk jaun? Ya please baat jaari rakhun? Tumhari awaaz ab bahut naram hai.

Mummy: Main yeh nahi kar sakti.

Uncle Vivek: Tum pehle se kar rahi ho. Tum abhi bhi line par ho. Tumhari saans abhi bhi tez hai. Tumhara haath shayad phir se taangon ke beech hai.

Mummy: Nahi hai.

Uncle Vivek: To wahan rakho aur kaho ki sukhi hai.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Yahi socha tha.

Mummy: Yeh khatm hona chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: Yeh us din khatm hoga jab main aakhir mein tumhare andar dhakelunga. Tab tak har raat aisi hi hoti rahegi.

Mummy: Tum meri baat nahi sun rahe.

Uncle Vivek: Sun raha hoon. Tum lad rahi ho. Inkaar kar rahi ho. Geeli ho. Teenon ek saath sach ho sakte hain.

Mummy: Mujhe sona hai.

Uncle Vivek: To so jaao. Lekin tum iske baare mein sapna dekogi. Mere baare mein. Iske baare mein ki tum kitni bhari mehsoos karogi jab main aakhir mein woh lunga jo intezar kar raha hai.

Mummy: Vivek…

Uncle Vivek: Main yahan hoon. Inhi dino mein se kisi din, Shobha ji. Unke ghar aane se pehle. Tum jaanti ho. Tumhara shareer jaanta hai.

Mummy: (lambi, kaanti hui saans ke baad) Mujhe jaana hai.

Uncle Vivek: Jao. Jab tum call kaatogi tab bhi main tumhari chut aur un chuchiyon ke baare mein soch kar sakht rahunga.

(Woh kai second chup rahi, phone mein tez saans leti rahi, phir aakhir mein call kaat diya. Maine suna woh andhere mein baithi rahi bina hile, har asamaan saans mein woh jadd-o-jahad saaf thi.)

Uncle Vivek: (kuch hi minute baad phone phir baja. Woh use lambi der ghoor ti rahi pehle ki aakhir mein uthaye.)

Mummy: Tum phir se kyun call kar rahe ho?

(Meri Mummy ab bed par jhuk rahi thin, saaf tha ki woh uttejit ho rahi thin, kuch unhe horny bana raha tha aur uska ek hissa Uncle Vivek ke shabd the)








Uncle Vivek: Kyunki tumne bahut jaldi kaat diya. Aur kyunki line dead hone par bhi main sun sakta tha tumhari saans kitni tez thi.

Mummy: Maine kaha tha ruk jaao.

Uncle Vivek: Tumne kai cheezein kahi. Tumhare shareer ne kuch aur kaha.

Mummy: Tum mere shareer ke baare mein kuch nahi jaante.

Uncle Vivek: Kaafi jaanta hoon. Jaanta hoon tumhari chuchiyaan bahut tez uth-girti hain jab tum ghabrati ho. Jaanta hoon tumhari awaaz naram ho jaati hai jab tum kuch mehsoos na karne ki koshish karti ho. Aur jaanta hoon tumhari chut pehle meri baat sunne se abhi bhi geeli hai.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Phir se khamoshi. Theek hai. Main khamoshi ke saath kaam kar sakta hoon.

Mummy: Tum mujhse kya chahte ho?

Uncle Vivek: Main chahta hoon tum usse ladna band karo jo pehle se ho raha hai. Tumhare pati ke wapas aane se pehle inhi dino mein se kisi din, main tumhe chodunga.

Mummy: Aisa mat kaho.

Uncle Vivek: Kyun nahi? Yeh sach hai. Woh dino ke liye gaye hain. Ghar shaant hai. Tumhara beta sota hai. Aur tum raat ko mujhe call karti rehti ho chahe dikhawa karti ho ki sirf daantna chahti ho.

Mummy: Main isliye call karti hoon ki tum ruk jaao.

Uncle Vivek: Aur har baar jab tum call karti ho, tum zyada der rehti ho. Zyada der sunti ho. Tez saans leti ho. Yeh us aurat ka behaviour nahi jo chahti ho main ruk jaun.

Mummy: Tum sab kuch mor rahe ho. Tum kitne gande insaan ho.

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf woh keh raha hoon jo tumhare shareer ne pehle maan liya. Jab main tumhari chuchiyon ki baat karta hoon, tumhari saans badalti hai. Jab main tumhari chut ki baat karta hoon, tum chup ho jaati ho. Woh chup gussa nahi hai, Shobha ji. Woh kuch aur hai.

Mummy: Main shaadi-shuda hoon.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Mainne kabhi inkaar nahi kiya. Lekin shaadi ne tumhare nipple sakht hone se nahi rokha jab main bolta hoon. Taangon ke beech geelapan se nahi rokha. Aur us din mujhe andar dhakelne se nahi rokegi jab waqt aayega.

Mummy: Tum aisa faisla nahi kar sakte.

Uncle Vivek: Main kar chuka hoon. Kisi shaant dopahar ya der raat, main aaunga. Tum andar aane dogi kyunki tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanna chahta hai kaisa lagta hai. Main woh saree dheere utarunga. Main apna muh un bhaari chuchiyon par rakhunga jise tum chhupane ki koshish karti ho. Aur phir main tumhari taangein kholunga aur tumhe us tarah chodunga jaise tumhare pati nahi karte.

Mummy: Ruko…

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari awaaz kaanp rahi hai. Kya tum phir se apne aap ko chhu rahi ho? Sun rahi ho main hasthmaithun kar raha hoon. Main ab bathroom mein hoon, tumhare soch kar apna lund sahla raha hoon.









Mummy: Nahi. Main aisi gandi cheez nahi kar rahi, aur mujhe mat batao tum kya gandi cheez kar rahe ho.

Uncle Vivek: Jhoothi. Main sun sakta hoon. Gale mein woh chhoti si atkan. Tum kaise nigalti rehti ho. Tumhari ungliyan pehle se jaanghon ke beech hain, hai na?

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Accha. Wahan rakho. Socho main usse kitna mota hoon jiski tum aadi ho. Socho main kitna gehra jaunga. Socho tumhari chuchiyaan kaise uchhalengi jab main sakhti se hilna shuru karunga.

Mummy: Yeh galat hai.

Uncle Vivek: To tumhara haath abhi bhi kyun hil raha hai? Tum abhi bhi phone par kyun ho? Tum mujhe unhi cheezon ka bayan karne kyun deti ho jinke baare mein kehti ho nahi chahti?

Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Tum akeli ho. Bhookhi ho. Aur har baar jab main tumhari chut ki baat karta hoon tum use dhadakte mehsoos karti ho. Yahi wajah hai ki tum theek se call nahi kaat paati. Yahi wajah hai ki jab main wapas call karta hoon to uthati ho.

Mummy: Mere pati…

Uncle Vivek: Tumhare pati yahan nahi hain. Main hoon. Aur inhi dino mein se kisi din, unke wapas aane se pehle, main tumhe lunga. Poori tarah. Ab koi khel nahi. Ab koi phone call nahi. Sirf tum mere neeche, woh naram chuchiyaan mere haathon mein, tumhari geeli chut har inch leti hui jab tum awaaz na nikalne ki koshish karogi.

(Mummy ab phir se bed par jhuk rahi thin, saaf horny thin, unki jhuki posture se unki badi moti gaand dikh rahi thi, main dekh sakta tha unki chut geeli ho rahi thi. Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha meri Mummy aisa behave kar rahi hain)








Mummy: Tum mujhse aise baat nahi kar sakte.

Uncle Vivek: Kar sakta hoon. Aur tum sunti rehti ho. Yeh mujhe sab bata deta hai jo jaanna zaroori hai.

Mummy: Mujhe jaana chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: To jaao. Lekin haath wahi chhodna. Jo shuru kiya hai use khatm karna, soch kar kitni jaldi main tumhari ungliyon ki jagah kuch bahut bada rakhne wala hoon.

Mummy: Vivek—

Uncle Vivek: Main ab ijazat nahi maang raha, Shobha ji. Main bata raha hoon kya hone wala hai. Inhi dino mein se kisi din, tumhare bewakoof pati ke ghar aane se pehle, main tumhe sakhti se chodunga. Aur jis tarah tum abhi saans le rahi ho… tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanta hai tum mujhe nahi rokogi.

(Unki saans itni tez ho gayi thi ki main deewar ke paar se saaf sun sakta tha. Unhone call kaata. Unhone turant nahi kaata. Woh kuch second aur line par rahi, kuch na kehti, sirf tez saans leti, jaise shabd andar gehra baith gaye hon aur chhodne se inkaar kar rahe hon.)

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 11



Agli subah ghar mein abhi bhi pichhli raat ka shaant tanaav tha.


Mummy compound ke bahar jhaadu laga rahi thin, usi bhatke hue andaaz mein, unke haath counter ke kinare par zyada der tikte, aankhein kabhi-kabhi us corridor ki taraf bhatakti jo bathroom ki taraf jaata tha.

Maine kam kaha. Mujhe pehle se pata tha kya aane wala hai.







Das baje ke thoda baad mera mobile baja. Uncle ka naam screen par chamka. Main patli balcony par nikla aur uthaya.

“Beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz geehri aur sthir, shabdon ke beech cigarette kheenchne ki awaaz. “Tumhare Papa kal shaam wapas aa rahe hain. Aaj raat hi ek saaf mauka hai jo hamare paas hai.”

Main railing se tik gaya. “Tum plan bataane call kar rahe ho.”

“Main yeh bataane call kar raha hoon ki aaj raat main pehla kadam uthane wala hoon. Ab unke vicharon ke baithne ka intezar nahi. Panty, bathroom, phone call, woh beej pehle se zameen mein hain. Aaj raat main unhe paani dunga.”

“Kaise?”

Unhone dheere saans chhodi. “Main tumhari Mummy ko chodne wala hoon, unhe apni randi banaunga aur unhe maza aayega. Apni zindagi mein pehli baar, woh apne pati ke alawa kisi doosre aadmi ke saath soyengi.”

Main ek pal chup raha. “Tum bahut pakke lag rahe ho.”

“Hoon. Pocho kyun.”

“Itna vishwas kyun hai?”

Doosri taraf naram hanssi aayi, lagbhag pyaar si. “Kyunki maine us doosri call par unhe suna, beta. Unki saans ka har badlav suna. Jab geeli awaazein shuru hui to unki awaaz kaise patli hui. Aur main jaanta hoon aurat kaisi lagti hai jab uska shareer uske muh se jhagda kar raha ho. Tumhari Mummy abhi bhi shabdon se nahi keh rahi hain, lekin unka shareer pehle se kuch aur kehne laga hai. Yahi wajah hai main itna pakka hoon.”

Maine nigala. “Aur bhi hai. Mujhe tumhe kuch bataana hai.”

“Kaho.”

“Us doosri call ke dauran… main unke darwaze ke bahar khada tha. Gap kaafi tha. Maine unhe dekha.”

Unki awaaz tez ho gayi. “Unhe kya karte dekha?”

“Woh tumhe sunte hue apne aap ko chhune lagi thin. Ek haath phone par, doosra saree ke neeche. Unhone rokne ki koshish ki, phir nahi roki. Unki ungliyan usi rhythm mein hil rahi thin jo awaazein tum nikal rahe the, woh apni chut chhu rahi thin. Unhone kabhi call nahi kaati. Bas sunti rahi aur chhuti rahi.”

Kai second tak khamoshi faili. Jab Uncle phir bole to unki awaaz moti, geehri thi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Maine kapde ke neeche harkat dekhi. Woh chhoti awaazein suni jo phone nahi pakad paya. Woh itni geeli thin ki unki ungliyon ki apni naram, geeli awaazein nikal rahi thin. Woh dheemi awaaz mein tumhara naam leti rahi jaise khud ko rokna chahti hon aur haar rahi hon.”

“Beta…” Unhone lambi saans chhodi. “Tumne sach mein apni Mummy ko yeh karte dekha jab main line par tha.”

“Haan.”

“Aur tum wahan khade dekhte rahe.”

“Haan.”

Phir ek lamba rukav. “Mainne asal mein yahi socha tha. Socha tha woh itni naraz hongi ki phone patak dengi aur naraz hi rahengi. Nahi socha tha woh apne hi haath ke liye taangein kholengi jab meri awaaz sun rahi hongi. Yeh sab kuch ka tapman badal deta hai.”

“Woh poora waqt isse lad rahi thin. Chehra laal, aankhein band, khali haath bedsheet itni sakhti se pakde ki knuckles safed ho gaye. Lekin unhone nahi roka.”

“Bilkul nahi rokta.” Uncle ki awaaz mein geehri santushti thi. “Jab aurat woh dekh leti hai jo bathroom mein dekha aur woh mahak le leti hai jo apni hi panty par thi, shareer apne faisle lene lagta hai. Dimag jitna chillaye. Shareer pehle vote de chuka hota hai.”

Hum ek pal line par chup rahe, dono wahi tasveer ulat-pulat karte.

“Ek aur baat karni chahiye,” maine kaha.

“Kya?”

“Jab tum nahi hote to woh tumhare baare mein kaise poochti hain. Chhote sawal. Kya tumne theek se khaya. Kyun akele rehte ho. Phir khud ko pakad leti hain aur topic badal deti hain. Pichhle hafte unhone tumhari ek shirt istri ki jo galti se yahan reh gayi thi aur itni savdhaani se fold ki jaise baad ke liye rakh rahi hon.”

Uncle ne pehchan ki geehri awaaz nikaali. “Woh pehle se fantasy ke aadhe andar hain. Bas muh se abhi maana nahi. Yeh kaam ka hai. Aaj raat main unhe pehle shareer se manwaunga. Shabdon ka baad mein aana hai.”

“Tum ab bhi aise lag rahe ho jaise intezar nahi ho raha.”

“Nahi ho raha. Doosri call khatm hone ke baad se iske soch mein sakht hoon. Unhe us bathroom ki bhaap mein khade dekhta rehta hoon, aankhein chaudi, mere lund ko aise ghoorte jaise nazar hataana chahti hon lekin nahi hata pa rahi. Unki saans ka atakna sunta hoon jab maine kaha unke pati ke aane se pehle unhe chodunga. Aaj raat main woh wada unke andar rakhunga. Main tumhare ghar chalunga, unhe dhoondunga, aur woh lunga jiska Holi se intezar kar raha hoon.”

Mera muh sukha laga. “Shuru kaise karoge?”

“Unhe deewar banane ka time nahi dunga. Woh sochenge se pehle ghar ke andar ho jaunga. Unhe sitting room ya kitchen mein paunga. Ijazat nahi maangunga. Haath un par usi tarah rakhunga jaisa us din se chahta hoon jab woh safed saree unke hips par hilti dekhi.”

Maine sar hilaya chahe woh dekh nahi sakte the. “Tumhe andar aane ka rasta chahiye hoga.”

“Haan. Spare keys.”

Main andar gaya, hallway cabinet ke chhote drawer se nikaala jahan Mummy extra set rakhti thin. Simple metal ring par do chabiyan. Samne ka darwaza aur peeche ka. Mainne unhe hatheli par tola, phir balcony wapas aaya.

“Yeh tumhe de raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Dono. Samne aur peeche. Aaj raat jab chaaho andar aa sakte ho. Na dastak. Na unke darwaza kholne ka intezar.”

Uncle ki awaaz mein kuch manzoori si naram ho gayi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Haan. Main chahta hoon yeh ho. Us dopahar se chahta hoon jab maine unhe setup kiya ki tumhari panty chehre se sataaye hue andar aayein. Har raat chahta hoon jab bed par leta sochta hoon tum unke oopar ho. Keys aakhri practical kadam hain.”

“Dopahar ko mere paas le aana. Gate ke paas gay ke pot ke neeche chhod dena jaise chhote the tab cheezein chhodte the. Main uthunga. Koi nahi dekhega.”

“Kar dunga.”

“Accha. Kyunki jab woh keys mere haath mein hongi, bas raat bachi hogi.”

Hum timing ke baare mein thodi aur baat kiye—main kab nikalunga, woh kab aayenge, kitni der rukne ka irada hai. Phir call khatm hua.

Us raat maine Mummy ko call kiya aur kaha main motel mein raat bitane wala hoon.

Main: Mummy, main hoon.

Mummy: Beta? Itni der call kyun kar rahe ho? Aur tum aa nahi rahe? Tum kahan ho?

Main: Mummy itni chinta mat karo, maine motel book kar liya kyunki ghar jaldi nahi pahunch sakta tha. Sab theek hai. Bas kuch bataana tha.

Mummy: Kya?

Main: Uncle Vivek aaj raat chai ke liye aane wale hain.

Mummy: (rukav) Kya? Kyun?

Main: Unhone kaha ghar par thoda bechain mehsoos ho raha hai. Maine kaha thodi der ke liye aa sakte hain.

Mummy: Nahi. Mujhe nahi lagta yeh accha idea hai.

Main: Kyun nahi? Sirf chai hai.

Mummy: Kyunki main ghar mein akeli hoon. Tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Mujhe raat ko kisi aadmi ko bulane mein aaram nahi.






Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain, Mummy. Woh hamare padosi hain. Tum unse kai baar baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Phir bhi… mujhe situation par bharosa nahi. Akeli aurat ko raat ko aise aadmiyon ke liye darwaza nahi kholna chahiye.

Main: Woh “aise aadmi” nahi hain. Woh Uncle Vivek hain. Tum unke saath nashta kar chuki ho. Baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Woh alag tha. Tum yahan the. Ab tum nahi ho.

Main: Main sirf raat ke liye motel mein hoon. Door nahi hai.

Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi pasand nahi. Unmein kuch aisa hai jo bechain karta hai.

Main: Kaise bechain?

Mummy: Pata nahi. Bas… ek ehsaas. Theek se samjha nahi sakti.

Main: Tum zyada soch rahi ho. Woh acche insaan hain. Akele rehte hain, apne mein rehte hain, aur jab bhi aaye hamesha samman se rahe.

Mummy: Samman ho ya na ho, main akeli hoon. Koi jokhim nahi lena chahti.

Main: Kaun sa jokhim? Woh chai ke liye aa rahe hain, raat guzarne nahi.

Mummy: Log ghar ke andar aane ke baad apna irada badal sakte hain.

Main: Nahi badlenge. Maine saaf kaha hai sirf chhoti si mulaqat hogi. Unhone maan liya.

Mummy: Unhe aana hi kyun hai?

Main: Unhone kaha aajkal akelapan mehsoos hota hai. Bas thodi sangat aur halki baat chahiye. Bas itna.

Mummy: To tumse baat karein.

Main: Main motel mein hoon, Mummy. Abhi wapas nahi aa sakta. Aur tum dono bade ho, baat karna jaante ho.

Mummy: To kal subah aa jaao, tab aayein jab tum yahan ho.

Main: Der ho chuki hai. Woh ek-do ghante mein aane wale the. Ab cancel karna ajeeb hoga.

Mummy: Ajeeb hone do. Mujhe aaram nahi.

Main: Tum isko bada bana rahi ho. Woh adhe-umar ke aadmi hain jo do ghar door rehte hain. Unhe sirf chai aur baat chahiye.

Mummy: Sochti rehti hoon ghar kitna shaant hoga. Aur koi nahi hai.

Main: Yahi to accha hai. Poori shaam akeli nahi baithogi. Thodi sangat khamoshi se behtar hai.

Mummy: Mujhe khamoshi se koi dikkat nahi.









Main: Tum aisa kehti ho, lekin jab ghar bahut raaton tak zyada shaant rehta hai to tum bhi bechain ho jaati ho.



Mummy: Woh alag hai.



Main: Kya? Papa ke jaane ke baad se zyada tar shaamein tum akeli ho. Padosi ki ek chhoti si mulaqat khatarnak nahi.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi bechaini hai.



Main: Theek se batao kyun. Kis cheez ka darr hai?



Mummy: Kuch khaas nahi. Bas… raat ko ghar mein kisi aadmi ke saath akeli hone ka khayal pasand nahi. Bas itna.



Main: Pehle bhi unke saath akeli rahi ho jab main kuch minute ke liye bahar gaya. Kuch nahi hua.



Mummy: Woh chhote pal the. Yeh alag hai. Woh chai ke liye baithenge.



Main: Aur phir chale jayenge. Maine unhe pehle se saaf kaha hai ki raat nahi rukenge. Unhone samajh liya. (Maine unse jhoot bola)



Mummy: Tumne unhe yeh kaha?



Main: Haan. Unhone kaha sirf thodi baat chahiye aur baad mein apne ghar wapas chale jayenge.



Mummy: Phir bhi…



Main: Mummy, tum bahut zyada chinta kar rahi ho. Woh theek insaan hain. Kabhi awaaz nahi uthayi, kabhi rudeness nahi ki, kabhi koi asli masla nahi banaya.



Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata.



Main: Kya nahi pata? Tumne unka behave dekha hai. Shaant, thode akele, aur shistachar wale. Bas itna.



Mummy: Akele aadmi kabhi-kabhi chai se zyada chahte hain.



Main: Tum soch rahi ho. Unhone chai aur baat maangi. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: Tum aaj raat ghar kyun nahi aa sakte?



Main: Motel booking pehle se paid hai. Aur mujhe subah jaldi kareeb kaam khatm karna hai. Yahan rukna aasaan hai.



Mummy: Yeh kamzor wajah lagti hai.



Main: Yeh practical hai. Kal dopahar tak wapas aa jaunga.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi yeh zaroori nahi lagta.



Main: Sirf thodi der ke liye. Unhe akelapan hai, tum akeli ho, thodi sangat kisi ko nuksan nahi degi.



Mummy: Maine kaha main akeli theek rahungi.



Main: Pata hai theek rahogi. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki padosi ki saadi si mulaqat mana kar do jiske paas baat karne ko aur koi nahi.



Mummy: …



Main: Sirf chai, Mummy. Woh thodi der baithenge, aam baatein karenge, phir chale jayenge. Maine pehle se kaha hai woh wahan nahi soyenge.



Mummy: Tum yeh baar-baar dohraate ho.



Main: Kyunki yahi hissa tumhe sabse zyada chinta de raha hai. Woh raat nahi rukenge. Maine pakka kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur agar woh zyada der rukne ki koshish karein?



Main: Nahi karenge. Unhe pata hai kal main poochunga mulaqat kaisi rahi. Woh koi masla nahi banayenge.



Mummy: Tum un par bahut bharosa karti ho.



Main: Haan. Unhone kabhi aisi wajah nahi di ki na karun.



Mummy: Kash tum yahan hote.



Main: Pata hai. Lekin main door nahi hoon. Aur tum theek rahogi.



Mummy: Mujhe abhi bhi himmat nahi ho rahi.



Main: Samajhta hoon. Lekin sirf chai hai. Aur kuch nahi. Woh akele hain aur thodi der baat karna chahte hain. Tum poori raat akeli nahi baithogi.



Mummy: Maine pehle hi kaha main akeli theek hoon.



Main: Aur maine sun liya. Lekin yeh behtar hai. Ek chhoti mulaqat. Aam baat. Phir woh chale jaayein.



Mummy: …



Main: Please, Mummy. Sirf is baar. Woh pehle se sochte hain aa rahe hain. Ab bina sahi wajah cancel karna ajeeb lagega.



Mummy: Tumhe pehle mujhse pooche bina nahi kehna chahiye tha.



Main: Pata hai. Kehna chahiye tha. Ab pooch raha hoon.



Mummy: (lambi khamoshi) …Theek hai.



Main: Unhe aane dogi?



Mummy: Sirf chai ke liye. Aur sirf thodi der. Baad mein unhe chale jana hoga.



Main: Jayenge. Maine pehle se saaf kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur tum kal bina der kiye ghar aaoge.



Main: Aaunga. Dopahar tak latest.



Mummy: Theek. Unhe bata dena aa sakte hain.



Main: Shukriya, Mummy. Theek hoga. Dekhogi.



Mummy: Umeed hai.



Main: Hoga. Sirf chai aur thodi baat. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: …Theek. Shubh ratri, beta.



Main: Shubh ratri, Mummy.



Jab main khud motel pahuncha to gali se system check kiya. Naram static, phir Mummy ka sitting room mein kursi hilane ki awaaz, glass ki halki khanak. Perfect.



Maine volume badha diya.



Kuch second tak sirf unke tiles par kadmon ki awaaz thi. Phir Mummy ki awaaz, hairani se bhari, ghar ke andar se.



Phir dastak hui.



Mummy: Kaun hai?



Uncle Vivek: Shobha ji. Main hoon.



(Maine darwaza khulte suna. Unki awaaz pehle se thandi thi.)

[Mehtab_]

Dosto, is hisse mein gifs aur tasveerein nahi hain kyunki maine poora scene intercom connection se suna. Isliye jo hua use apne dimag mein bana sakte ho. 






  

Mummy: Tum aa gaye. 

  

Uncle: Haan. Maine tumhare bete se kaha tha aaj raat akelapan mehsoos ho raha hai. Unhone kaha tumhe meri baat karna sach mein pasand hai. 

  

Mummy: Kya? Yeh un dinon tumhari har cheez ka bahana ban gaya hai. 

  

Uncle: Yeh bahana nahi hai. Kabhi-kabhi ghar bahut shaant lagta hai. 

  

Mummy: To radio kharid lo. Raat ko akeli aurat ke paas mat aao. 

  

(Thodi khamoshi hui. Phir intercom chiraya aur mar gaya. Line poori tarah dead ho gayi. Mera pet sitak gaya. Main utha, receiver check kiya, hilaya, jo extra batteries laaya tha woh badlein. Kuch nahi. 

  

Ab barish theek se shuru ho chuki thi, tez, aur connection mein kuch fail ho gaya. Mainne lagbhag das minute frequency theek karte, kamre mein ghoomte, motel ki chhoti balcony par nikal kar bhi try kiya jahan signal thoda tez tha. Aakhir mein static saaf hua aur unki awaazein wapas aayi. Tab tak woh pehle se baith chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Chai acchi mahak rahi hai. 

  

Mummy: Sirf chai hai. Kuch khaas nahi. 

  

(Main unhe kitchen jaate soch sakta tha. Woh apni aam satin sone wali dress pehne hue thin—woh naram, thodi chamakdaar jo aam raaton ko pehnti hain. Mainne socha tha jab unhe pata hai woh aa rahe hain to kuch zyada dhaki hui pehenengi. Nahi pehni. Shayad kapdon se zyada doosre vichar unke dimag mein jagah le chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Phir bhi, jo main khud ke liye banata hoon usse behtar mahakti hai. 

  

Mummy: Woh koi ooncha standard nahi. 

  

Uncle: Sach. Baithiye, Shobha ji. Aise khadi ho jaise bhagne ko taiyar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main zyada der nahi baithne wali. Piyo aur chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Jaisa tumhari marzi. Lekin chai sach mein acchi hai. Tum hamesha zyada logon se tez banati ho. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai ki taarif nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Main sirf woh keh raha hoon jo sach hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum kai cheezein kehte ho jo tumhare hisaab se sach hain. Us raat phone par tumne kaha tha inhi dino mein se kisi din mere pati ke wapas aane se pehle tum mujhe chodoge. Mujhe woh pasand nahi aaya. 

  

Uncle: (shaant hanssi) Tumhe exact shabd yaad hain. “Chodna” shabd bhi? Hehehe, tumhari yaad acchi hai. 

  

Mummy: Bilkul yaad hai. Woh besharam tha. 

  

Uncle: Woh imandaar tha. Farq hai. 

  

Mummy: Jo marzi kaho. Mujhe pasand nahi aaya. Shaadi-shuda aurat se aadmi ko aise nahi bolna chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Aur phir bhi uske kehne ke baad tum yahan khadi mujhe chai pila rahi ho. 

  

Mummy: Main chai isliye pila rahi hoon kyunki mujhme ghar-grihasthi ka swabhav hai. Tumhare shabdon ki wajah se nahi. 

  

Uncle: Tumhara beta ab yahan nahi hai. Sirf hum hain. Thodi der baat kyun na kar lein. 

  

Mummy: Isse kuch nahi badalta. Aur maine kaha hai zyada baat nahi karni. 

  

Uncle: Tumhare pati un dinon kahan hain? Abhi bhi safar par? 

  

Mummy: Haan. Woh kuch din mein wapas aayenge. 

  

Uncle: Kuch din is ghar ke itna shaant rehne ke liye lamba waqt hai. 

  

Mummy: Main shaanti ki aadi hoon. 

  

Uncle: Kya? Tum darwaze ko aise dekhti rehti ho jaise kisi ke andar aane aur is baat se bachane ka intezar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main intezar kar rahi hoon tum chai khatm karo aur jaao. 

  

Uncle: Tumne apne liye nahi daali. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Jab banati ho to hamesha peeti ho. Aaj raat kyun nahi? 

  

Mummy: Kyunki mood nahi hai. 

  

Uncle: Ya kyunki baithne ka matlab hoga mere saath usi kamre mein zyada der rehna. 

  

Mummy: Tum khud ko bahut samajhte ho. 

  

Uncle: Shayad. Barish suno. Aur tez ho gayi hai. 

  

Mummy: To? 

  

Uncle: Aisi barish se poori duniya chhoti lagti hai. Sadkein khali. Khidkiyan band. Log andar rehte hain. Yeh un cheezon ke liye accha waqt hai jo niji rehni chahiye. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tumhara matlab. 

  

Uncle: Aa raha hai. Barish wali raatein shaant raatein hoti hain. Shaant raaton mein woh aurat jo bahut soch rahi hoti hai aakhir mein usse ladna band karti hai jo uska shareer pehle se chahta hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum phir bakwas kar rahe ho. 

  

Uncle: Main usi cheez ki baat kar raha hoon jo phone par kahi thi. Inhi dino mein se kisi din—shayad aisi hi raat—main baat karna band karunga aur woh karunga jo hum dono jaante hain aane wala hai. 

  

Mummy: Kuch nahi aane wala. 

  

Uncle: Tumhari awaaz darwaza kholte waqt se naram hai. Yeh pehle se bata raha hai kuch hil chuka hai. 

  

Mummy: Main thaki hui hoon. Bas itna. 

  

Uncle: Thaki auratein itni seedhi nahi khadi rehti jab aadmi unhe chodne ki baat kare. Woh ya to kamra chhod deti hain ya ruk kar sunti hain. Tum abhi yahan ho. 

  

Mummy: Apni chai piyo, Vivek ji. Barish jaldi nahi rukegi. Badhne se pehle chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Ya main thodi der aur ruk sakta hoon. Chai abhi garam hai. Aur barish wahi keh rahi hai jo main keh raha hoon. Kuch raatein un lakiron ko paar karne ke liye bani hoti hain jo din ki roshni nahi maanti. 

  

(Main motel ke bed par baitha sun raha tha, receiver kaan se sataaye, aur andhere mein muskuraya. Woh abhi bhi virodh kar rahi thin, doori banaye rakhne ki koshish, lekin darwaze wali sakhti pehle se patli ho chuki thi. Barish girti rahi, sthir aur bhaari, aur abhi tak kisi ne mulaqat khatm nahi ki.) 

 

Barish aur tez ho gayi. Line par karkarahat shuru hui, phir lambe-lambe palon tak sirf shor reh gaya. Lagbhag paanch minute tak mujhe sirf tutati hui line ka safed shor aur yatri-niwas ki khidki par barish ki thap-thap sunai di. 

Maine tarang theek ki, yantra ko sarkaya, chhajje ke aur kareeb bhi gaya. Aakhir line saaf hui. 

Jab awaazein wapas aayin to woh ab baithak mein nahi thin. Woh rasoi mein thin. 

Mummy: Baithak mein wapas chale jao. 

Uncle: Main sirf dekhne aaya tha ki tumhein kisi cheez mein sahara chahiye ya nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe sahara nahi chahiye. Chai taiyar ho chuki hai. Tum baith jao. 

Uncle: Rasoi zyada garam hai. Aur yahan roshni bhi behtar hai. 

Mummy: Itne kareeb khade hone ki yeh wajah nahi banti. 

Uncle: Main itna kareeb nahi hoon. 

Mummy: Tum kaafi kareeb ho. Kripya jao aur baitho. 

Uncle: Ek pal. Tumhari slati poshak is roshni mein alag dikhti hai. 

Mummy: Shuru mat karo. 

Uncle: Main sirf nazar daal raha hoon. Reshmi kapda har chhoti harkat ko pakad leta hai. Jab tum taak ki taraf haath badhati ho to woh tumhari kamar se chipak jaata hai aur phir phisak jaata hai. Bina dekhe rehna kathin hai. 

Mummy: To dekhna band karo. Yeh sirf sone ki poshak hai. Kuch vishesh nahi. 

Dosto, mujhe woh slati sone wali poshak saaf yaad hai jo Mummy pehenti hain. Isliye ki tum log man mein banao na, yahan usi sone wali poshak mein unka roop hai. Yeh chhavi maine chaar din pehle li thi. Raat ko woh ise pehenna bahut pasand karti hain. 







Uncle: Tum par yeh saadhaaran nahi dikhti. Jab tum ghumti ho to yeh tumhari chhatiyon par kaise baithti hai… naram, bhari, patle feeton se mushkil se sambhali hui. Koi purush andha ho tabhi ise na dekhe. 

Mummy: Tum meri rasoi mein raat ko aisi baatein kar rahe ho. Yahi kaafi wajah hai ki tum mujhe lubhana band karo. 

Uncle: Main wahi bol raha hoon jo dikh raha hai. 

Mummy: To kam bolo aur baith jao. 

Uncle: Mere saath baitho to main baith jaaunga. Yahan khade-khade us poshak mein tumhari harkatein dekhna vinay banaye rakhna kathin kar raha hai. 

Mummy: Vinay kabhi tumhari taakat nahi rahi. 

Uncle: Sach. Visheshkar jab tum aisi cheez pehne ho jo har saans par tumhare shareer ka theek aakaar dikha deti hai. 

Mummy: Doosre kamre mein wapas jao, Vivek ji. Main sach keh rahi hoon. 

Uncle: Aur agar main na jaaun? 

Mummy: To main tumse kahungi ki theek se raho. 

Uncle: Tum keh sakti ho. Lekin tum dwar ki taraf nahi hili ho. Tum abhi bhi haath mein pyala liye wahan khadi sun rahi ho. 

Mummy: Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki tum woh karo jo maine kaha. 

Uncle: Yeh poshak tum par sach mein bahut lubhaavni hai, Shobha ji. Jitna tum sweekaar karna chahti ho usse zyada. Jab bhi tum chalti ho reshmi kapda tumhare peeche se aise sarakta hai jaise use dekha jaane ke liye hi banaaya gaya ho. 

Mummy: Mere vastron ki baat band karo. 

Uncle: Main tab band karunga jab tum wahan khadi ho kar mujhe dekhne dena band karogi. 

Thodi chup rahi, phir harkat ki awaaz—pair sarakna, ek naram dhamaki jaise koi jaldi peeche hata ho, uske baad ek chhoti tez saans jo unki thi. Ek chauki khisaki. 

Kapda kisi cheez se ragda. Ek pal aisa laga jaise halki thees ho, jaisi tab hoti hai jab ek vyakti nikalna chahe aur doosra poori tarah kinara na kare. 

Phir karkarahat wapas aayi, pehle se tez. Line poori toot gayi. Mere haath ke yantra mein sirf barish aur khaali shor bacha. 

Main yatri-niwas ke kamre mein use takta baitha raha, line ke wapas aane ka intezaar karta raha, lekin is baar woh nahi aayi. 

Baithak wali line barish ke neeche patli pad gayi. Paani lohe ke chhajje aur khidkiyon par itna pada ki wahan ki awaazein gudgudi ho gayin, isliye maine shayan-kaksh wale yantra par ungli feri. 

Maine woh wahan isliye lagaya tha kyunki ghar ki har larai aakhir us galiyaare se hokar ek dwar band karti thi. Kuch pal safed shor ke baad line pakad mein aa gayi. Pehle takhti boli, phir kapda, phir unki awaaz. 

Woh ise chhota rakhne ki koshish kar rahi thin. Woh khuli awaaz nahi thi jo haar maan le. Ek andar dabi karah, ant mein kaati hui, jaisi koi tab nikaalta hai jab deewaaron ko pata na chale. 

Karkarahat uchi hui. 

“—yahan nahi ho sakte. Yeh hamara kamra hai. Unka kamra.” 

“Yeh ek kamra hai jisme palang hai, Shobha.” 

Phir barish, yantra par uski lambi leep. Jab line saafi to maine suna sukha sarsarahat—kandhe se pallu sarkaaya jaana, phir choli ke kaanton par naram kheench. 

“Main saaf ghar rakhti hoon,” unhone kaha, awaaz neechi aur tez. “Shaam ko deep jalaati hoon. Jab upvaas banana chahiye tab banati hoon. Main yeh nahi karti.” 

“Tum yeh kar rahi ho.” 

“Main yahan khadi hoon kyunki tum aise chaabi le kar ghusey jo tumhari nahi thi. Yeh waisi baat nahi hai.” 

Unka vaakya poora hone se pehle ek chumban lag gaya. Pehle bhookha nahi tha. 

Dheema, jaanchta hua, geeli awaaz toofaan ke paar bhi saaf. Unhone uske munh mein ek chauki hui awaaz nikali, phir ek aur chhoti, jaise pehli nikal gayi ho aur doosri ko woh pakadna chahti hon. 

Karkarahat. 

“—woh band karo. Mere honth......” 

“To band kar do.” 

Unhone nahi kiya. Agli chumban gehre lagi, daanton ki halki takkar, unki saans usse takraati hui. Kapda ulajha. Kangan lakdi se takraya. 

“Main is parivaar ke liye bees saal rasona karti rahi,” unhone phusphusaya, lagbhag apne aap se. “Har rishtedaar ki nazar jheli. Kabhi kisi ko bolne ka kaaran nahi diya. Kya tum samajhte ho kisi naari ko iski keemat kya padti hai?” 

“Main samajhta hoon tum kaamp rahi ho.” 

“Woh krodh hai.” 

“Nahi. Krodh aisa nahi sunai deta.” 

Unke munh se ek aur dheemi karah nikal gayi, jald daba di gayi. Barish us khaali jagah ko bhar gayi. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh shayan-kaksh hai kyunki awaaz dehleez se sakht thi: almari ka dwar jo kabhi milkar band nahi hota, chhat ke pankhe ki tedhi kundi par tik-tik, khidki se teesri takhti ki khaas chinchinahat. 

Main in awaazon ko deewaaron ke paar sunte bada hua tha. Yeh baithak ki awaazein nahi thin. 

“Vivek, meri taraf dekho. Main kisi ki patni hoon. Kal woh isi dwar par apna thaila rakhenge. Mujhe us thaila ko dekhna padega.” 

“Kal, kal hai.” 

“Yeh bachche ka uttar hai.” 

Usne ek baar hansa, yantra ke kareeb. “Aisi raat par poori gali andhi hai. Suno ise. Us rasthe par koi nahi aa raha.” 

Barish itni bhari thi ki do imaaraton paar main bhi use daanton mein mehsoos karta tha. Usne use aadhar diya aur unhein bahaana diya, aur woh dono ka istemaal kar rahi thin. 

Phir sarsarahat—sadi, saya, subah se atyant sambhaal kar bandhe kapde ko bekaraar dhakka. Gale par chumban. Unhone aise saans kheenchy jaise jal gayi hon. 

“Mujhe veshya ki tarah mat chhoo” 

“Nahi chhoonga.” 

“Chhooge. Ek baar shuru kiya to rukna nahi aata tumhein.” 

“To mujhe koi sach baat batao,” usne kaha. “Mandir wali bhasha nahi. Achhi-patni wala bhaashan nahi. Batao dwar khulte hi tumne cheekha kyun nahi.” 

Chup. Barish. Line ke kinare ko karkarahat kutar rahi thi. 

“Mujhe laga woh the,” unhone aakhir kaha. “Ek pal laga mera beta jaldi laut aaya. Phir tum the, aur meri awaaz chali gayi.” 

“Yeh poori baat nahi hai.” 

“Jo milna hai wahi hai.” 

Jab uske haath unhein mile to unhone phir karaha, aur unhein apni hi awaaz se ghrina hui. Woh ghrina mujhe is baat se sunai di ki unhone use kitni jaldi kaat diya, kaise use shikayat bana diya. 

“Mere ghutne ab pehle jaise nahi rahe. Aise mat kheenchho. Yeh farsh thanda hai.” 

“To palang par.” 

“Kripya Vivek ” 

 

[Mehtab_]

Adhik chumma. Ab aur geela. Awaz pakadne wale yantra ne woh chhota, asahay shor pakda jo usne kiya jab uska munh uske honthon se hata aur phir wapas aaya. 


Kapda fars h par phusphusaya. Ek kundi. Pankha tik-tik kar raha tha. 

“Tum wahan khadi hokar har wada dohra sakti ho jo tumne kabhi kiya,” usne uske khilaf kaha. “Main phir bhi tumhe is barish ke din theek se chhodunga. Itna dheere ki tum sun sako. Itna gehrai tak ki tum yeh natak band kar do ki sirf yeh tufan hi tumhe geela kar raha hai.” 

“Mujhse un auraton jaisi baat mat karo jinko tum pehle paise dekar lete the.” 

“Main tumhe paise nahi de raha.” 

“Yeh koi prashansa nahi hai.” 

Adha vaakya kat gaya. Jab wapas aaya tab woh abhi bhi bol rahi thi, apne shareer aur uske beech neki ki deewar khadi karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. 

“Phir dono uthana.” 

“Tum asambhav ho.” 

“Tumne yeh phone par bhi kaha tha.” 

Is baar lamba karahna, jitna chahata tha usse kam awaz mein, barish khidki par dastak dete hue uske gale se nikal aaya. Usne use saans banaya, phir shabd. 

“Agar tum yeh karoge, to iska zikr mat karna. Na usse. Na mazak mein. Kabhi nahi. Main apne ghar ko koi kahaani nahi banne dungi.” 

“Yeh pehle se hi kahaani hai,” usne kaha. “Tum sirf aakhiri ho jo yeh dikhane ki koshish kar rahi ho ki tum isme nahi ho.” 

Khadkadahat, gadda bojh le raha tha, chamdi ki naram hairani bhari awaz. Usne kaha uski kurti silwat pad jayegi. Usne kaha deepak band hi rehna chahiye. 

Usne kaha padosi uski chaal pehchante hain aur jaan jayenge agar woh badal gayi. Inme se koi rok nahi tha. 

Sab uski koshish thi ki woh us aurat jaisi na dikhe jo isi kamre mein ho rahi cheez ko bilkul chahati thi, jab barish baaki gali ko mita rahi thi. 

Main andhere mein baitha tha, kaan mein yeh prasaran leke, aur static aane-jane diya, aur har toot ke peeche bhi main use sun sakta tha: vaakyon mein pavitra, gale mein asahay, aur itni sakhti se saath nahi de rahi thi ki woh pehli baat ko doosri par vishwas kara sake. 

Shayankaksh ka prasaran uski saans ke beech mein mar gaya. Ek pal ke liye socha ghar jaakar uske darwaze ki purani daar mein aankh lagaun jaise aur raaton mein kiya tha. Soch seedhi aur kathor thi, aur lag raha tha ki ab bachi hui akeli imandaar upkaran yahi hai. 

Bees minat baad shayankaksh ka yantra khanskar wapas jaga. Main nahi hila. Sirf awaz itni badhai ki sarsarahat sir mein bhar gayi. 

Do-teen minat tak sirf static tha, geele oon jaisa ghana. Uske peeche, dheeme, pankha apne tedhe kaante par tik-tik kar raha tha. Phir static patla hua, aur main ne use suna. 

Woh phir karah rahi thi, lekin ab aakriti alag thi. Pehle wali nigali hui awaz nahi. Yeh neeche se aa rahi thi, tooti hui, jaise muh band rakhna chahti ho lekin shareer woh shishtachar nahi manne de raha. 

Uske neeche geela, sthir taal tha, yantra ke bahut kareeb, khade rehne ke liye bahut antarang. Main jaanta tha ki woh use choos raha hai kyunki barish us naramapan ko chhupa nahi sakti thi, rukaav, wapas aana, gale mein woh chhoti asahay atak har baar jab woh ek pal zyada ruka. Main jaanta tha dono nange hain kyunki sarakne par kuch nahi phusphusaya. 

Na sadi. Na ghaghra. Sirf chamdi chadar ke khilaf aur geele munh ki halki chipchipahat. 

Pehle uski awaz aayi, isme aalsi. 

“Tumhara chehra chup ho gaya hai aur baaki jagah shor. Haath se mat dhakna; main tumhare shalinta ke natak ka poora mausam wait kar chuka hoon.” 

Usne kaanpti hui saans kheenchi. 

“Yeh koi natak nahi hai, Vivek. Yeh tarika hai jis se main is ghar mein rahi hoon bina ise kalaank banaye.” 

Static ne rekha chatkar wapas thook di. 

“Tumhara kalaank is palang par khula pada hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhari jaanghen kaanp rahi hain jaise kisi aise munh ka intezaar kar rahi hon jo jaldi nahi kar raha.” 

“Yeh kaanp rahi hain kyunki tum sochne nahi dete. Agar tum ek minat ke liye bhi ruk jao to main yaad kar sakti hoon ki mujhe kaun hona chahiye.” 

Usne uske khilaf ek gehra shor kiya jo yantra ne bahut saaf pakda. 

“Yaad baad mein kar lena. Abhi yeh tumhara woh akela imandaar hissa hai jise chhoone ki ijazat mili hai.” 

Woh takiye mein karahi, phir uske through shabd dhakelne lagi. 

“Aaahhh oohhh Aise mat bolo jaise tumhe koi sach mil gaya jo main Bhagwan se chhupa rahi thi. Tumhe ek kamzor raat mili, ek band gali aur ek aurat jiska beta agle kamre mein nahi hai.” 

“Tumhare bete ne mujhe chaabi di,” usne kaha, aur chadar phusphusayi jab woh aur neeche baith gaya. “Isliye agla kamra utna khali hai jitna tum maanna nahi chahti, aur tumhare shareer ne pehle hi bhashan ke khilaf mat de diya.” 

Barish khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Uski agli awaz patli thi, khud se gusse jaisi. 

“Agar tum apna munh wahan rakhe rahe to main ek bhadri vyakti ki tarah nahi bol paungi. Yeh ijazat nahi hai. Yeh tab hota hai jab tum kisi ke saath nirlajj kaam karte ho jo itne samay se aise achhoota raha ho.” 

“Phir yeh natak band karo ki itna samay kisi durghatna se hai. Main tumhari yoni par munh rakhna chahta hoon us dopahar se jab tum us bhaap mein khadi hokar dekhti rahi.” 

Ek aur geela chumma, aur neeche. Woh hansphuli jaise hawa ka tapman badal gaya ho. 

“Tum us din ko raseed ki tarah istemal nahi kar sakte. Main isliye gayi thi kyunki tumne toliya manga tha, isliye nahi ki maine yeh pesh kiya.” 

“Tum itni der ruki ki sab dekh liya,” usne kaha. “Jo aurat sirf darwaza chahti, use darwaza tumse jaldi mil jata.” 

Usne jawab dene ki koshish ki aur jawab karahne mein toot gaya. 

“Meri taangein isliye nimantran nahi ban jaati ki khul gayin. Tumne unhe dhakela. Main abhi bhi kisi ki patni hoon barish ki raat mein, koi cheez nahi jo tumne yaad se manga ho. aahhhhhhh” 








“Tumhara swad aisa hai jaise tum hukum milne ke baare mein sochti rahi ho. Mujhe batao ki us varta ke baad ek bhi raat aisi nahi gayi jab yeh tasveer tumhari aankhon ke peeche na baithi ho.” 

Static chamka, mar gaya. 

“Main tumhe apni raatein rakhne ko nahi dungi,” usne phusphusaya. “Andhere mein jo socha woh mere aur andhere ke beech hai. Woh tumhara isliye nahi ho jata ki tumne ab apna munh mujh par rakh diya. aaahhh ooohhhhhh” 

“Woh us pal se mera ho gaya jab tumne doosra chumma lamba hone diya. Tumhari yoni pehle se hi mujhe us bhasha mein jawab de rahi hai jo seekhne mein tumhara munh bahut ghamandi hai.” 

Usne ek asahay shor kiya aur phir vaakya phir mil gaye. 

“Iska naam aise mat lo. Tum aise bolte ho jaise haat mein phal bayan kar rahe ho. Is darwaze ke us paar meri ek zindagi hai aaahhhh ooohhhhhhh” 

“Main woh bayan kar raha hoon jise main mahinon se khana chahta hoon,” usne kaha, aur imandari mein koi narmi nahi bachi thi. “Har baar jab tum dhag par jhukti, har baar jab pallu khisakta, main sochta tumhe peeth ke bal litakar apna samay lene ka.” 

Pankha tik-tik karta raha. Barish ghar ki dararon ko bhar rahi thi. 

“Mahine ek sweekarokti hain, ashirwad nahi. Tyoharon aur sadharan Mangalwaron se hoti hui ek vivahit stree ko chahna aaj ki raat ko pavitra nahi bana deta.” 

“Maine kabhi pavitra nahi manga. Maine tumhe khuli manga, aur tum ho.” 

Woh phir karahi, is baar lambe samay tak, awaz agle shabdon mein bahne lagi unhe mitane ke bajay. 

Usne uski jaangh ke andar ke hisse ko itni zor se chuma ki main sun saka. 

“Phir keemat chukao. Tumhari yoni aise naram hai jo upadeshon se mel nahi khati. Yeh tumhare ghamand ke likhe jaane se lambi der se taiyar hai.” 

“Aaahhh oohhhhh Taiyar woh shabd hai jo purush tab istemal karte hain jab unhe stree ko dosh mein saajhedar banana ho. Maine tumhe is palang par nahi bulaya.ah ah ah aoohhhhhh” 








Antarik yantra phir kat gaya, barish itni bhari thi. Main jaanta tha maa sach mein kisi aur purush ke avaidh munh ka anand le rahi thi jo uska pati nahi hai. 

Main us mrit sarsarahat ke saath lambe dhundhle daur tak raha, pehli baar se zyada krodhit kyunki ab mere sir mein ek awaz thi jise main utar nahi sakta tha. Jab sambandh wapas aaya to uski awaz ke saath nahi aaya. 

Woh geeli, tooti hui hawa ke saath wapas aaya. 

Ubkaai. Shabd nahi. Bhasha jaisi aakriti wala karahna nahi. Gale mein ek ghana, taalmaya sangharsh, yantra ke kareeb, jaise uska munh bhara ho aur barish ka isse koi lena-dena na ho. 

Meri pehli soch thi ki use takiye mein munh niche kar diya gaya ho aur saaf saans na mil rahi ho. Doosri soch thi ki usne uska munh dhak liya ho. Dono theek nahi baithi. 

Awaz mein geela kheenchaav tha, andar jaate hue gala atakna aur bahar aate hue chhota atakna, phir bhi main tasveer ko tikka nahi saka. Main ne use bolte nahi suna. Woh anupasthiti tufan se tez thi. 

Sirf woh bol raha tha. 

“Bas yahi. Bilkul aise. Tumhe mere liye natak nahi karna; tum isme pehle se hi usse behtar ho jitna tum hona chahti ho.” 

Ubkaai ne use jawab diya. Ek chhoti, gala-ghuti awaz. Phir ek aur. 

“Dheere. Tum ise vivad ki tarah lene ki koshish karti rehti ho. Apna munh usi tarah istemal karo jaise us doorbhash varta par saans istemal ki thi.” 

Main itna jhuka ki kaan ka yantra dard karne laga, uski koi shabd, ek na, ek naam, kuch bhi dhoondhta jo awaz ki aakriti samjha sake. Kuch nahi aaya siway us doobe hue gale ke kaam aur honthon ki halki geelapan ke. 

“Achha,” usne kaha, aur usme prashansa thi jisse mera pet palat gaya. “Tum aisi stree dikhti ho jisne yeh kabhi nahi kiya aur aisi stree jo isi pal iske liye bani ho. Isi par raho.” 

Ek gala-ghutne wali awaz, lambi. Yantra phata. Barish dastak de rahi thi jaise kamre mein ghusna chahti ho. 

Main abhi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki kya sun raha hoon. Main jaanta tha woh nahi bol rahi. Main jaanta tha woh prasann hai. Main jaanta tha awaz kisi ke us vastu ke aas-paas kaam karne ki thi jo vaakyon ke liye jagah nahi chhodti. 

Mera man takiye tak, uske haath tak, uski apni mutthi tak pahuncha, aur koi andaza tikka nahi. Rekha kathor, antarang aur adhoori rahi. 

“Aaram se,” usne phusphusaya. “Tum le sakti ho. Tum le rahi ho. Jab tum iske aakaar se ladna band karogi, tum bilkul utni achhi sunogi jitna main socha tha aisi raat par.” 

Woh phir ubki, aur barish baaki par chha gayi. 

Antarik yantra jitni der main chahta tha usse zyada mara raha. Barish yatri-griha ki khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Main chakra ghumata raha, intezaar karta. Phir static phootkar wapas aaya—karkasha, asaman—aur uske saath uski awaz. 

Woh khans rahi thi. Sadharan khansi nahi. Geeli. Gale mein atki. Waisi awaz jo insaan tab karta hai jab kuch munh mein bahut andar ho aur shareer use bahar dhakelne ki koshish kare. 

Maa: Ruko… ruko— 

Vivek: Naak se saans lo. Bas yahi. 

Maa: Yeh… bahut zyada hai. 

Vivek: Tum pehle hi aadha le chuki ho. Tumne iska swad liya. Tumne mehsoos kiya yeh jeebh par kaise baithta hai. Ab main baaki chahta hoon. 








(Rekha phati, kuch pal ke liye gayab hui, phir kamzor wapas aayi, jaise barish sanket ko chaba rahi ho. Lagta tha maa ne apna raatri vastr phir pehan liya) 

Maa: Tum mujhe isme kyun badal rahe ho? 

Vivek: Main tumhe kuch nahi bana raha. Main sirf woh nikal raha hoon jo tum pehle se chhupa rahi thi. Woh stree jo doorbhash par ruki rahi. Woh stree jisne mere bolte hue apne aap ko chhua. Woh stree jo aaj raat resham pehankar darwaza kholi. 

Maa: Main shayankaksh iske liye nahi aayi thi. 

Vivek: Phir bhi tum palang par mere bade ling ko choos rahi ho. Khidkiyon par barish. Chai thandi ho gayi. Das minat pehle mera munh tumhari yoni par tha aur ab tumhara munh mujh par hai. Yeh koi durghatna nahi hai, Shobha ji. 

Maa: Yeh bada hai… 

Vivek: Main jaanta hoon. Isliye tumhari awaz aisi hai. Ise aur dheere lo. Tum pehle aadhe ko pehle hi sama chuki ho. Aasan hisse par mat ruko. 

(Sanket mein ek aur giravat. Jab wapas aaya woh tez saans le rahi thi, aur uski saans ke neeche ek geeli, sarakti awaz thi.) 

Maa: Main poora nahi le sakti. 

Vivek: Tum le sakti ho. Tum sirf yeh maanna nahi chahti ki tum chahti ho. Khud dekho. Apne hi shayankaksh mein baithi ho mere ling ko munh mein liye hue jab tumhare pati ki tasveerein kuch kadam door latki hain. 

Vivek: Phir humein kahin aur chale jana chahiye. Tumhare bete ke kamre mein. 

Maa: Haan. Bas… mera nahi. 

Vivek: Nahi. Main tumhe ladke ke palang par nahi chhodunga jaise humein asbab se kuch chhupana ho. Agar tumhara gale mein mera ling chahiye, to yahin karogi. Ya us kamre mein logi jahan tum patni ki tarah soti ho. Woh tasveerein dekh sakti hain. Mujhe parvah nahi. 

(Woh chup ho gayi. Sirf barish aur uske munh ki geeli awaz bachi. Main grahak ko kaan par aur zor se dabaya.) 

Maa: Tum gande ho. 

Vivek: Aur tum abhi bhi choos rahi ho. Yeh batata hai hum dono mein kaun jhoot bol raha hai. 








Ubkaai phir shuru hui—is baar tez, kachchi, jaise woh bahut aage chali gayi ho aur uska gala uske aas-paas band ho gaya ho. Mujhe ek kaan ka yantra hatana pada. Woh bahut kareeb, bahut geela, bahut saaf tha. Main abhi bhi unke shareeron ki sahi sthiti nahi jaanta tha. 

Mere paas sirf awaz thi. Mujhe tasveer chahiye thi. Main dekhna chahta tha uska munh uske aas-paas kaisa khicha hua dikhta, uske stan kaise latakte jab woh aur lene ki koshish karti, uske haath uski jaanghon par kaise rakhe the. Chahne se aur bura ho raha tha. 

Vivek: Aaram se. Poori tarah mat hatao. Wahin raho. 

Maa: Mujhe hawa chahiye— 

Vivek: Phir hawa lo aur wapas aao. Tum rekha paar kar chuki ho. Ab rukna sirf natak hai. 

Static ne unhe phir nigal liya. Jab rekha wapas aayi main ne sirf use suna—gehre karahne, uske munh ka geela kheenchaav, chhote asahay shor jo woh koshishon ke beech karti. 

Mera apna ling sirf usi se dardnak tarah se kathor ho gaya tha. Koi chhavi nahi. Koi chalit-chitra nahi. Sirf barish, uska gala, aur yeh gyan ki woh karti rahi chahe uski awaz kehti rahi ki woh yeh nahi banna chahti. 

Maa: Main aisi nahi hoon. 

Vivek: Yahi tum ho jab tumhare palang par koi aisa nahi baitha jo madad kare. Jaari rakho. Poora. Aadha nahi. 

Ubkaai ek baar phir uthi, phir antarik yantra static mein phatkar mar gaya. Main yatri-griha ke kamre mein baitha raha ek kaan ka yantra abhi bhi lagaye, ling patloon ke khilaf kathor, sirf barish sunte, aur rekha ke wapas aane ka intezaar karte. 

 

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Usne ek aur neki wala vaakya jodne ki koshish ki aur kho diya jab usne apni kamar sarkaayi. Mujhe dekhne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Awaz kaafi thi: unke beech abhi kapda, phir kam kapda, phir chamdi ka chamdi se milna wala geela, hairan-sa shant. 


“Oh—oh Bhagwan—uuuhhh—” 

“Wahan. Yeh tum ho. Yeh barish nahi hai.” 

“Mat bolo.” 

“Main bolunga. Tumhe kisi ki zaroorat hai jo sach kahe jab tum deepak aur vadon ke peeche chhupti ho.” Usne uske honth ke kone ko chuma. “Tumhari yoni pehle se geeli hai, Shobha. Tum gali se jhoot bol sakti ho. Usse nahi bol sakti.” 

“Tum mujhe yoni mat kaho.” 

“Phir kya kahun? Woh jagah jahan tumne ungliyan rakhin jab tum meri sun rahi thi? Woh jagah jo tumhara pati sirf apni samajhta hai?” 

“Vivek—” 

“Yeh meethi hai,” usne kaha, aur uski awaz karari ho gayi, lagbhag hairani se, jaise kisi purush ki awaz hoti hai jab usne mahinon tak kisi cheez ki kalpana ki ho aur asli cheez soch se garam nikle. “Usse meethi jiski ummeed mujhe us stree se rakhne ka koi adhikar nahi tha jo deepak jalti hai aur kamiz mojhti hai. Meethi jaise tumne ise band rakhha aur yeh phir bhi pak gayi.” 

Woh usme karahi—aahhhh, oonchi aur kaati hui—aur main ne suna uske ghutne chadar par sthiti badal rahe the. 

Aise chaude hokar nahi khulna jaise kisi stree ne faisla kar liya ho. Aise khulna jaise shareer tab khulta hai jab usne pehle hi mat de diya ho aur munh abhi ginti kar raha ho. 

“Dheere,” usne phusphusaya. “Kripya. Tum— tum bade ho. Main mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Uuuhh—kripya dheere chalo.” 







“Chalunga. Humare beech pehli baar, main tumhe chor ki tarah faadkar nahi nikalunga. Main ise us tarah rakhunga jaise koi purush apna naam kisi aisi cheez par rakhta hai jahan woh wapas aane ka irada rakhta ho.” 

“Naam mat kaho.” 

“Phir main patni kahunga. Doosre purush ki patni. Main tumhare pati se jalan karta raha hoon, jaanti ho? Uski kursiyon par baithna. Uski chai peena. Tumhe uske ghar mein us safed sadi aur badi nitambon ke saath chalte dekhna jaise ghar hi tumhari kamar ka ho. Aaj raat main uski patni ko chhodta hoon. Barish ke neeche yahi sach hai.” 

“Mat— aahhh—use is palang par mat lao.” 

“Woh pehle se isme hai. Isliye tumhari awaz aisi hai.” 

Main ne pehli asli dhakel suna. 

Ek saath nahi. Ek ghana, savdhani bhara dabav. Usne woh awaz ki jo main ne usse jeevan mein kabhi nahi suni thi—na krodh, na prarthana, kuch aisa jo us jagah se kheenchkar aaya jise usne blauz aur upvaas ke neeche band rakha tha. 

“Aahhhh—ruko—ruko—uuuhhh—yeh bahut zyada hai—” 

“Saans lo.” 

“Main saans le rahi hoon. Tum... aaahhh....Vivek, tum khich rahe ho— oohh—” 

“Main jaanta hoon. Main mehsoos kar raha hoon tum ise le rahi ho. Sakht jaise tum bahut samay se nahi khuli. Sakht jaise ek vivahit stree jo sirf ek purush ko jaanti ho aur use bhi aise nahi.” 

“Woh nahi— hum nahi— aahhh—aise baat karte.” 

“Main jaanta hoon tum nahi karte. Isliye tum chadar pakde ho.” 

Palang ne ek gehli lakdi ki shikayat ki. Barish khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Prasaran ke through main ne unka pehla geela milna suna, phir ek aur, phir ek aise taal ka aarambh jo abhi vinamra tha aur pehle se imandaar. 

Thap. 

Pehle naram. Maas ka maas se milna, geeli, gaddi-si awaz jise tufan nigalna chahta tha aur na nigal saka. 

Thap. Thap. 

“Aahhhh—Bhagwan—” 

“Batao agar dard ho.” 

Main barish sunta raha. Yeh baat ki barish ho rahi thi aur woh us bhavya samay par sambhog kar rahe the, sab ko ek saath jod deti thi. Garam shayankaksh ke andar yeh gupt vyabhichar jab bahar barish ho, bas sona-sa ehsaas tha. 








“Dard is tarah hai— uuuhh—jis tarah achha nahi lagna chahiye.” 

“Yeh pehli-baar ka dard hai. Sambandh ka dard. Yeh main-tumhare-neeche-nahi-hona-chahiye wala dard. Agar tum hone do to yeh kuch aur ban jata hai.” 

“Main nahi chahti ki yeh bane.” 

Usne yeh tab kaha jab uski saans pehle se badal rahi thi. Main woh awaz jaanta tha. Main uske neeche pal-badha tha. Main jaanta tha kab woh rishtedaron ke liye dhairya ka natak karti thi aur kab natak mein daar padti thi. Daar ab khuli thi. 

Mera haath apne aap par tab tak aa chuka tha jab maine faisla kiya. Bhandar-kaksh kala tha siway gali ki halki geeli chamak ke. Kaan ke yantra uske munh ko gharo ke beech ki deewar se kareeb mehsoos karate the. 

Har baar jab woh karahati—aahhhh, phir ek neeche wala uuhhh jab woh khud ko aur gehra baithata—meri mutthi bina ijazat kas jaati. Main ne khud se kaha main sirf sun raha hoon. Mere shareer ko parvah nahi thi main kya kehta. 

Uski awaz, woh khaas pighli-aur-lajjit pitch, mujhe uske shabdon se zyada kathor karti. Yeh meri maa ki awaz thi jo pa rahi thi ki uske gale mein iske liye jagah hai. 

“Kya woh tumhe aise bharta hai?” Vivek ne poocha, lagbhag baatchit ki tarah, jaise woh chai ki charcha kar rahe hon jab woh kamar ghumata. 

“Mujhse yeh mat poochho.” 

“Main poochh raha hoon.” 

“Aahhh—Vivek—” 

“Tumhare pati ka ling kitna bada hai, Shobha? Kya woh tumhe aise chhodta hai, itna dheere ki tum khud ko suno? Ya woh samapt karke palat jata hai aur tumhe jalte deepak ke saath chhod deta hai?” 

“Kripya mat— uuuhh—kripya mujhe tulna mat karwao.” 

“Tum pehle se tulna kar rahi ho. Main mehsoos kar raha hoon. Tum mujhe aise pakde ho jaise us stree ne abhi antar paaya ho.” 

Woh us jawab ke beech karahi jo dena nahi chahti thi. 

“Woh hai— woh mera pati hai. Woh— aahhhh—theek hai. Woh theek hai. Tum— tum alag ho. Motey. Tum rukte ho. Woh aise nahi rukta.” 

“Yeh phir kaho.” 

“Nahi kahungi.” 

“Tumne abhi kaha.” 

Thap. Thap. Thoda tez. Woh vinamra taal khud ko bhoolne laga tha. 

“Maine tumse binti ki thi yeh prashn mat poochho.” 

“Aur phir tumne unka uttar diya.” Usne use chuma, ab bigada hua. “Yahi yeh barish ki raat hai. Tum munh se binti karti ho aur baaki se deti ho.” 

“Main nahi de rahi.” 

“Tum chadar bhigaa rahi ho. Yahi dena hai.” 

Usne ek asahay shor kiya—nnnhhh—aur main ne uske nakhun sune, main qasam se kehta hoon sune, uski peeth ya gaddhe par atakte. 

Palang-chaukhat ne phir kaha, woh bayi-taraf ki chichiyahat jo main tab sunta tha jab koi kapde mojhne baithta. Yeh kapde mojhna nahi tha. 

Main prasaran ke taal par apne aap ko sahlaata raha kyunki us shor ke saath aur kuch karna nahi tha. Lajja mere pet mein pathar ki tarah baithi rahi aur mere haath ko nahi roki. Yahi saaf baat hai. 

Putra ko isliye kathor nahi hona chahiye ki uski maa ka karahna sur badalta hai. Main hua. 

Uski awaz sakht aur krodhit se geeli aur vismit ho chuki thi, aur vismay ek kaamuk awaz hai jab woh us stree ki ho jo bees varsh se savdhan rahi ho. 

“Tumhara shareer,” Vivek ne kaha, aur gandagi ke neeche sachcha vismay tha, pehle-sambandh wala vismay us purush ka jo vishwas nahi kar pata ki ijjatdar cheez sach mein uske neeche hai. 

“Yakeen nahi aata main kisi aur purush ki patni ko chhod raha hoon. Yeh nitamb. Yeh sakht yoni jo tum sooti kapde ke neeche chhupati rahi. Yeh stan jo sirf paalan, dhakne aur bhadrapan ke liye rahe. Yeh mere haathon mein hain. Tum mere haathon mein ho.” 

“Aaahh oohhhhh Ise mahima mat do.” 

“Main mahima nahi de raha. Main dekh raha hoon. Farq hai.” Ek sarak, ek gehri ragar. “Aah—tumne abhi apni yoni ki deewaron ko mere ling ke aas-paas jakad liya. Tumhe dekhe jaane mein maza aata hai.” 

“Nahi ah ah ah ahhhhh h” 

“Phir tumne deepak band karke aankhein kyun khuli rakhin?” 

Uske paas uska vaakya nahi tha. Uske paas karahna tha. Aahhhh, lamba, phir chhote uuh-uuh-uuh shor mein toot gaya jab usne woh jagah paayi jisse woh pados ki ladkiyon aur vidyalay ke karyakramon wala bhashan bhool gayi. 

“Aur dheere—” 

“Main jitna chahta hoon usse dheere ja raha hoon. Mehsoos ho raha hai? Yeh rok hai. Yeh main tumhari yoni ko sikha raha hoon ki woh ek aise purush ko le sakti hai jo vinamra nahi.” 

“Main koi— nnnhhh—main woh nahi hoon jo tum sochte ho.” 

“Main sochta hoon tum ek vivahit stree ho jisne upvaas aur istri ki hui blauzon ke neeche veshya-si bhookh chhupaayi. Main sochta hoon tumne mujhe doorbhash par suna aur apna haath wahan rakha jahan main apna ling rakh raha hoon. Main sochta hoon tum bilkul waisi banne mein bahut achha kar rahi ho.” 

“Aaaahhh!!!! Mujhe woh mat kaho.” 

“Maine shabd poora nahi kiya. Tumne kiya, apne sir mein.” 

Thap-thap-thap. 

Tez. Barish parda thi aur phir bhi maas ki awaz aa rahi thi, ab zyada geeli, woh saaf taali jab har dhakel ke ant par woh usse milta. 

Main sthiti awaz aur us tarike se jaanta tha jaise uski awaz kamre mein baithti thi: munh oopar, woh uske oopar, woh uske oopar tha kyunki pehli varjit baar aksar aise hi shuru hoti hai—chehra chehre ke saamne, chhupne ko jagah nahi, uski taangon ko faisla karna ki woh siddhant mein band rahengi ya vastav mein khulengi. 

Woh vastav mein khuli thin. 

“Tum karah rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Tumhe maza aa raha hai. Main jaanta tha tumhe mote ling ka maza aayega jab yeh vichaar na rahkar woh khichav ban jaye jo pet tak mehsoos ho.” 

“Aahhhh—yeh khich raha hai—oohh—Vivek, yeh meri— main nahi kah sakti—” 








“Yoni kaho. Tum badi ho. Tum mujhse bhari ho. Kaho.” 

“Meri— uuuhhh—meri yoni. Lo. Khush ho. Aahhh—mat muskarao. Main sun rahi hoon tum muskara rahe ho.” 

“Main muskara raha hoon kyunki tumne aise kaha jaise us stree ne abhi apna munh paaya ho aaahhh ooohhhhh” 

Palang tez ho gaya kyunki woh kam savdhan ho gaye. Yahi akela imandaar kaaran hai. Shuru mein woh apna shareer aise thaame thi jaise gadda uski report kar dega. 

Phir barish ne gali ko seel diya, aur uske bojh ne use seel diya, aur pehli-baar ka jhatka us purani, seedhi cheez mein pighal gaya: ek stree itni achhi tarah chhodi ja rahi thi ki uske maanspeshi haziri lena band kar chuke the. 

Jab aisa hota hai palang bolne lagta hai. Hamara palang hamesha baatuni raha. Do logon ke iska aise istemal se lagta tha purani jod sirhane ke paas phat jayegi. 

Maine murkhata se aur saaf socha ki chaukhat chala jayega. Maine socha woh awaz kaisi hogi aur kal subah jab mere pita apna thaila us dehleez par rakhenge aur nahi jaanenge ki chadar ke neeche lakdi alag kyun lagti hai. 

Yeh soch mujhe naram karti. Nahi ki. Main sahlaata raha, jabda kasa, apni maa ko ek aise purush ko lete sunta jo hamare ghar mein nahi rehta. 

“Mujhe rukne ko kaho,” Vivek ne kaha. 

Khatarnak vaakya. Woh use istemal kar sakti thi. 

Usne kuch aur istemal kiya. 

“Mat— aahhh—poori tarah mat ruko. Bas— bas kam zor. Main— uuuhhh—main soch nahi pati jab tum—” 

“Tumhe sochne ki zaroorat nahi. Tumhe chhode jaane ki zaroorat hai jab tak achhi-patni wala bhashan saans se na toot jaye.” 

“Mere paas abhi saans hai.” 

“Phir use karahne mein lagaao.” 

Usne lagaya. Aahhhh, phir ek kachchi awaz, phir uska naam aise kaha jaise shikayat jisne apna mukadma haar diya ho. 

Woh uske through bolta raha jaise kuch purush us stree ke saath pehle sambhog mein bolte hain jise bahut dinon se chaha ho: ganda, lagatar, prabhutva mein lagbhag komal, har cheez ka naam lete hue taaki woh yeh na dikha sake ki sapna tha ya theeshar. 

“Yeh sakht vivahit yoni mujhe seekh rahi hai. Woh tapka mehsoos ho raha hai? Woh tum ho. Woh barish nahi. Main yeh yaad rakhunga—jaise tum mujhe pakadti ho jab main gehra jata hoon, jaise tum sir na mein hilati ho aur nitamb haan mein uthati ho. Main tumhare pati se jalan karta raha jo ghar aakar is tak aata hai aur so jata hai. Aaj raat mujhe woh hissa milta hai jise woh jaldi niptaata hai.” 

“Woh mujhe pyar karta hai aahhh mera pati mujhe pyar karta haaaaaai” 

“Maine nahi kaha ki nahi karta. Maine kaha woh tumhe us purush ki tarah nahi chhodta jo Holi se kathor hai.” 

“Aahhhh—” 

“Wahan. Woh jagah. Maine mehsoos kiya tum uchli.” 

“Mat— mat jagah dhoondho. Yeh nyaya nahi.” 

“Nyaya ghar se nikal gaya jab tumne mujhe doorbhash par suna aur nahi kataya.” 

Main nikat aa gaya aur haath rokna pada, daanton se saans lete hue gali-andhere mein, kyunki agar main jaldi samapt ho jata to uske andar ka badlav chhoot jata. Ek badlav tha. 

Static ke through bhi suna ja sakta hai. Karahne ab aise durghatna nahi rahe jise woh pakadne ki koshish karti. 

Woh samay par aane lage, uski dhakel ki jeb mein, jaise uske shareer ne taal sweekar kar liya ho aur apne hi patan ko sangeet banaane ka faisla kiya ho. 

“Main tumhe seekha raha hoon,” usne kuch der baad kaha, awaz ab ghisi hui, us purush ki kararapan jo yeh dikhana band kar chuka ho ki yeh sirf baat hai. 

“Bhashanon se nahi. Is chudai se. Tumhare andar ruke rehkar jab tak tum hairani se na bolo. Tum achha kar rahi ho, Shobha. Us stree ke liye jisne qasam khai thi ki yeh nahi karti, tum mujhe aise le rahi ho jaise seekhe jaane ka intezaar tha.” 

“Main nahi— nnnhhh—main tumhari— aahhh—main woh shabd nahi hoon.” 

“Kaun sa shabd. Kulta. Kaho ki tum meri kulta nahi ho jab tum mera pet bhigoti ho.” 

“Main kisi ki patni hoon.” 

“Aaj raat tum yeh bhi ho.” 

Usne poore vaakya se inkaar kiya aur beech mein karaha, jo inkaar ki awaz hoti hai jab woh haar chuka ho. 

“Main nahi— uuuhhh—seekhai jaungi. Main deepak jalti hoon. Is gali mein mera naam hai. Aahhhh—Vivek, kripya, tum jin tarah yeh baatein kehte ho usse aur bura hota hai—” 

“Bura ya zyada geela.” 

“Dono. Tum dono chahte ho. Main jaanti hoon tum kya chahte ho aahhh oohhhhhh” 

“Aur tum palang par ruki rahi.” 








Usse uske tark ka ek tukda band ho gaya. Barish ne ched bhara. Thap-thap nahi ruka. Tufan ke neeche bhi main suna: thap-thap-thap, bhaari, geela, munh-oobhar sambhog ki awaz jo savdhani nahi rahi thi aur tathya ban chuki thi. 

Meri ichha thi ki dekh sakun. Yahi doosri saaf baat hai. Ichha thi uska rasbhara palat, pet jo woh chhupati, uski yoni, sadi-wale shareer ka woh roop jab use galat haathon ne aakhir khola ho. Mere paas sirf awaz thi. 

Awaz kaafi thi ki meri mutthi phir chale, dheeme, kathor, uske saath milti. 

Usne use hilaaya. 

Achanak tha. Ladayi wale atyachar se nahi—us purush wale atyachar se jisne faisla kar liya ho ki pehli sthiti ka kaam ho chuka. Main ne gadda sarakte suna, uski jaangh ki taali, ek bhaari, jiye-hue shareer ka ghana punah-nyas. 

“Vivek—tum kya— aahhh—” 

“Jhukao.” 

“Main nahi banana chahti— main aisi nahi dikhna chahti—” 

“Veshya. Woh shabd kaho jiske aas-paas tum naach rahi ho. Phir bhi jhukao.” 

“Maine kabhi aise nahi kiya. Na apne pati se. Na kisi se. Woh sthiti— uuuhhh—woh sthiti patniyon ke liye nahi.” 

“Aaj raat tumhare liye hai.” 

Woh dikhana jaanti thi. Woh hafte bhar dikhati rahi—usne khaya ya nahi ke chhote prashn, bahut savdhani se istri ki kamiz, doorbhash jo nahi kata. Dikhawa uski janm-bhasha thi. Chahna uske oopar bolne laga tha. 

Chacha Vivek ne bhashan khatam hone ka intezaar nahi kiya. Main ne uska bojh palatte suna, nitamb aur stan aur pet ka woh rasaal, saaf shor jab unhone palang par apna naksha badla, ek stree ka shareer sasta yantra ke through bhi khud ko ghoshit kar raha tha. 

“Woh dekho,” usne kaha, ganda aur lagbhag shraddha se. “Kisi aur purush ki patni usi ke palang par ghutnon par, nitamb oopar kyunki barish kaafi tez hai aur uska putra gaya hua hai aur uski yoni pehle se mere aakaar ki hai. Tumne yeh sthiti kabhi nahi ki kyunki kisi ne tumhare shareer se nahi poocha woh kya le sakta hai. Main poochh raha hoon.” 

“Main veshya nahi banana chahti.” 

Usne ise karahkar kaha. Aahhhh, takiye ya chadar mein, inkaar garmi banakar aaya. 

“Phir subah mat banna. Agle kuch minat ke liye ban jao jab main dikhaun kyun striyan ise chhupati hain aur phir yeh yaad karti hain.” 

“Dheere—kripya—uuuhhh—aise tum aur gehre ho—” 

“Isliye purushon ne jhukana socha. Taaki ek ijjatdar yoni jaan sake uske andar ek aur gehra kamra hai.” 

Phir jaise hi woh peeche se usme pravesh karne hi wala tha, main ne uska doorbhash bajte suna, antarik yantra saaf tha aur main sochne laga is raat ke samay use kaun bula raha hoga. 

Maine socha yeh pita hain aur sach mein pita hi the. Maa hairani mein chillayi, “Vivek! Mera pati bula raha hai......” 

Aage kya hua, agle prakarana mein jaane ke liye jude rahiye. 




 

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Doorbhash bajta raha. “OOh tumhara pati tumhe isi dasha mein bula raha hai, uthogi?” Chacha Vivek ne poocha. Maa ne kaha “Aaah ahhh ahhh nahi nahi main yeh jokhim nahi le sakti ki pati jaan jaye... aaahhhh kripya dheeme chalo ooohh” 


Phir Chacha Vivek ne kaha, “ooh tum kitni kulta ho, yeh bhi nahi jaanna chahti ki pati koi aapat-kaal poochh raha hai? Tumhe sirf mere ling ka tumhari yoni mein hona chahiye.” Maa sirf anand mein karahi. 

Maine kalpana ki pita yatri-griha mein doorbhash thaame hue abhi bhi soch rahe hain maa kyun nahi utha rahi. 








Wapas us ghar mein jahan yeh ashuddhata ho rahi thi, nayi kon se maas ki awaz moti, geeli, barish ke khilaf lagbhag nirlajj ho gayi. 

Woh chillayi—rukne ki cheekh nahi, kshamta ki cheekh, woh awaz jo pehle-sambandh wala shareer tab karta hai jab use ek aakaar milta hai jise baad mein rasoi mein yaad rakhna padega. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—main nahi—yeh bahut—oohh—” 

“Tum le sakti ho. Tum le rahi ho. Khud ko suno. Tumhara pati tumhe bula raha hai jab tum mere naam par karahne mein vyast ho, kitni achhi kulta” 

“Mujhe apni awaz se nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nahi. Main us awaz mein reh sakta hoon. Vivahit gala, varjit ling, barish gali ko ponchhti hui taaki gawah na bane siway us purush ke jo tumhare andar hai aur uske jo khud ko sunna seekh chuka ho.” 

Main us par kaanpa, jaise use prasaran-yantra ka gyan ho. Nahi ho sakta tha. Yeh sirf us purush ka aham tha jo chudai ke beech tha, poori raat ka naam aise le raha jaise woh uski ho. 

Mera haath chipchipa tha. Main nahi ruka. Uska karahna ghana ho chuka tha—aahhh aur uuhhh aur toote chhote oh-oh-oh jab woh ant tak baithta—aur wahi ghanatva tha jisne mere andar ke taar ko ant tak kas diya. Putra maa ko peeda mein sunta hai aur daudta hai. 

Ab woh tukdon mein baat karte, kyunki pehli-baar ka sambhog jab asal sambhog ban jata hai to aisa hi hota hai. Vaakya dhakelon ke beech aate. 

“Kya tumhara pati kabhi tumhe aise chhodta hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhh—nahi.” 

“Achha.” 

“Yeh achha nahi. Yeh paap hai jo main uthungi.” 

“Pehle is ling par uthao.” 

“Tum asambhav ho aaahhh ooohhhhh” 

“Tumne yeh doorbhash par bhi kaha tha.” 

“Tum bahut yaad rakhte ho.” 

“Main tumhari ungliyon ki geeli awaz yaad rakhta hoon. Yeh usse geeli hai.” 

“Iski prashansa mat karo.” 

“Jo chahe uski prashansa karunga. Yeh jaanghen. Yeh peeth. Jaise tumhari kamar un saare varshon ke neeche bhi aakaar rakhti hai jo tumne pehle doosron ko khilane mein bitaye. Yakeen nahi aata itna wait kiya kisi aur purush ki patni mein khud ko rakhne ke liye.” 

“Aahhhh—patni mat kaho.” 

“Kyun. Usse tum jakadti ho.” 

Usne uska vivad nahi kiya. Woh karahi, aur karahna haara hua vivad tha. 

“Main tumhari kulta nahi banungi.” 

“Tum padvi se inkaar karte hue kaam ki riyaz kar rahi ho. Theek hai. Padvi wait kar sakti hai. Yeh sthiti nahi kar sakti.” 

“Maine kabhi— uuuhhh—maine kabhi khud ko kisi ko aise nahi dikhaya.” 

“Tum mujhe dikha rahi ho. Barish tumhara parda hai. Mere haath baaki hain.” 

Phir usne kuch aur ganda kaha, yantra ke kareeb, waisa vaakya jo purush tabhi kehta hai jab woh seedha us jagah ko dekh raha ho jise istemal kar raha ho. 

“Yeh sunder vivahit chhed aisa khula hai jaise akela tha. Us sooti ke neeche akela. Main iski akelapan ko chhodkar nikalunga jab tak tum yeh na bhool jao aane par kaun sa naam kehna hai.” 

“Mujhe mat aane do.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Tum pahunch rahi ho.” 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main itni aasan nahi.” 

“Tum us raat aasan thin jab tumne meri awaz par khud ko chhua. Yeh sirf imandaar roop hai.” 

Palang dastak de raha tha. Maine sach socha purani jod chali jayegi. Awaz shikayat se dhamki tak chadh chuki thi, lakdi par lakdi, unke shareer ek geeli taal jod rahe the jise tufan dooba nahi saka. 

Maine use uski jhuki aakriti dhakte socha, ek haath shayad baal mein ya nitamb par, us purush ki prabhavi, anavarata chaal jisne faisla kar liya ho ki path hi taal hai. Woh isliye komal nahi hua ki woh karahi. Usne karahne ko praman banaya aur chalta raha, bolta raha, naam leta raha, galat ko mahima deta raha kyunki galat hi garmi thi. 








“Kaho tumhe nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nafrat— uuuhhh—nafrat hai ki main nahi chahti tum nikaalo.” 

“Yeh achhi nafrat hai.” 

“Kal...aahhh...kal mera pati ghar aata hai.” 

“Kal tum waise hi chalogi, waise hi baithogi, waise hi chai dalogi. Aaj raat tum mujhe logi jab tak ghutne yaad na rakhen.” 

“Aahhhh—” 

“Mera naam kaho.” 

“Vivek.” 

“Phir.” 

“Vivek—oohh—Vivek—” 

Maine apna veerya chhoda, maatha bhandar-kaksh ki geeli deewar se lagaye, apni awaz daanton mein kaatkar taaki woh usi raat uski awaz ke saath na rahe. Yahi sabse kathor hissa laga. Maa ka karahna jab use koi aur purush chhod raha tha, usne mujhe itni zor se gira diya. 

Mera shareer samapt ho chuka tha aur uski awaz nahi, abhi chadh rahi thi, abhi lajjit, abhi use us bhasha mein jawab deti jise kehne ki usne qasam khai thi ki nahi bolti. 

Barish nahi kami. 

Sambandh chichiyaya, tikka raha, aur baaki le gaya: maas ki thap, toota aahhhh, gehra ganda protsahan, vivahit stree apne hi palang ke udhaar kon par seekhti hui, dheere aur phir bilkul dheere nahi, us antar ko jo bhadra jeevan aur sachchi raat mein hota hai. 

Barish nahi dhimi hui. Usne sirf apna bojh badla, peetne se ek lambe, lagatar barsaav mein jo ghar ki har doosri awaz ko niji bana deta. Shayankaksh ke prasaran-yantra se main ne uska shareer uske munh se pehle suna. 

Woh kaanp thi. 

Chhoti thitharahat nahi. Ek poori nitamb wali stree ka bhaari, jeevit kaanpna jo peeche se purush le rahi ho, maas uski kamar se aadhi taal baad hilta kyunki hilne layak usme tha. Main woh awaz jaanta tha jaise andhere mein koi parichit kamra. Chamdi par chamdi, phir vilambit lahar, phir beech mein geela milna. 

Yahi hota hai is tarah ki chudai mein jab stree aisi bani ho jaise meri maa bani thi: chulhe par khade varsh, sadi se bandhe nitamb jo kabhi patle nahi hue, narmi jo shalinta dikhti hai jab tak koi peeche na khada ho aur use istemal na kare. 

Nitamb kaanpta hai kyunki usme bojh hai. Bojh awaz banata hai. Awaz ne bataya uske dono haath us par the aur woh dekh raha tha uski dhakelen kya karti hain. 

Phir usne us par thappar maara. 

 

Khel nahi. Ek chapti, daava karti thap jo ek pal barish ko kaatkar nikli aur uski awaz mein jalan bankar wapas aayi. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—mat—” 

“Yeh hilta hai,” usne kaha, tez saans lete. “Isliye maara. Taaki tum sun sako tumne us saye ke neeche kya chhupaya hai.” 

“Uuuhhhhhh—aise mat baat karo uski.” 

“Kyun nahi? Yeh mere haathon mein hai. Yeh mere khilaf wapas thapakta hai. Ek vivahit nitamb jo sochta hai abhi bhi sirf tasveer wale purush ka hai.” 

Ek aur thappar. Woh usme karah uthi pehle us karahne ko krodh ka libas pehnati. 

“Aahhhh—dard hai.” 

“Yeh tapta hai. Farq hai. Kaho tumhe nahi mehsoos hota yeh garmi seedha taangon ke beech chali jaati hai.” 

“Mujhe mehsoos— nnnhhh—bahut zyada mehsoos ho raha hai. Kripya bas— bas samapt karo aur jao. Barish rukne se pehle.” 

“Main tab samapt karunga jab yeh nitamb jhoot bolna band kare.” 

“Main jhoot nahi bol rahi. Uuuhhhhhh—main maang rahi hoon ise khatam karo.” 

“Tum us awaz se maang rahi ho jo har baar geeli ho jaati hai jab main tumhe ek aur ungal deta hoon.” 

Main pehle dheere khud ko malne laga, phir us kathor niyam se jo us vyakti ka hota hai jo ek baar veerya gira chuka ho aur phir kathor hone par lajjit ho. Kiya kyunki uska karahna sur badal chuka tha aur mera shareer ek murkh pashu hai. Yahi saaf kaaran hai. 

Putra ko mutthi nahi chalani chahiye isliye ki uski maa ka nitamb doosre purush ke pet par geeli awaz kare. Main ne mutthi phir bhi chalayi. 

“Tum us stree ki tarah karah rahi ho jisne iski keemat di ho,” Vivek ne kaha. 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Phir yeh tumse aise kyun nikalta hai? Woh lamba aahhhh. Woh patni-awaz nahi. Woh awaz hai jo stree tab karti hai jab ling us kahaani se bada ho jo woh suna rahi ho.” 

“Tum bahut bade ho. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—main tumhe jakad nahi pati. Iska yeh matlab nahi ki main woh naam chahti hoon jo tum mujh par rakh rahe ho.” 

“Iska matlab hai tumhare shareer ne munh se alag report di.” 

“Mera munh keh raha hai samapt karo. Kripya. Aao aur chale jao. Mujhe yeh kamra wapas rakhna hai.” 

“Kamra pehle se badal chuka hai. Tum chadar mojh sakti ho. Jo main ne tumhare saath abhi kiya use nahi mojh sakti.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai, aur seedha kehna chahiye taaki awaz samajh aaye. Jab purush stree ko peeche se lambe samay tak leta hai, visheshkar pehle sambandh mein, uski bahen khud ko uthaye rakhne se thak jaati hain. Peeth dhasne lagti hai. 

Chehra gaddhe ke kareeb chala jata hai. Kon durghatna se gehra ho jata hai. 

Woh gehra kon use tez sunata hai chahe woh chup rehne ki koshish kare, kyunki dhakel ab us jagah lagti hai jise sochkar nahi samjha ja sakta. Main ne woh hote suna. Uske karahne chhote hue, phir ghane hue, phir uske taal par aane lage chahe use manzoor ho ya na ho. 








“Aahhhh—itna gehra nahi—” 

“Yeh isliye gehra nahi ki main nirdayi hoon. Yeh isliye gehra hai ki tumne chhati gira di. Tumhare shareer ne maanga.” 

“Maine nahi maanga.” 

“Tum dhas gayi, Shobha. Yahi maang hai.” 

Mujhe soch wale hisse mein yakeen nahi hua ki meri maa itni achhi tarah kundi ja sakti hai. Kundi ek kathor shabd hai. Main use isliye leta hoon kyunki prasaran kartavya jaisa nahi suna, na us shant vivahit sambhog jaisa jo main ne hamesha ghar ke asbab ki tarah socha tha. 

Suna jaise ek stree poori tarah istemal ki ja rahi ho aur phir bhi jawab de rahi ho. Main ne use upvaas karte dekha tha. 

Main ne use deepak jalte dekha tha. Main ne use pyali chhodne par daantte dekha tha. Woh stree vivah-palang par ghutnon par nitamb kaanpte hue nahi baithti. Kaan ke yantra zor de rahe the ki baithti hai. Ashraddha gale mein baithi rahi aur haath nahi roka. 

Mere pita ka naam mere doorbhash par jaga. 

Ek. Do. Phir uske doorbhash par chhootey aahvanon ka dher jise main baad mein hi anuman laga saka, jab suchi dekhi—saat—kyunki us ghante usne uthaya nahi, ghanti ko kamre ka vaakya bhi nahi banne diya. 

Shayankaksh ka prasaran barish, maas aur Vivek ki awaz se bhara raha. Na “namaste.” Na “baad mein milunga.” Jo patni pehli ghanti par uthaati thi, usne doosre purush ko woh jagah bharne di jahan ghanti ko maayne rakhna chahiye tha. 

Phir unhone mujhe bulaya. 

Main ne yatri-griha ke andhere mein patal dekha aur uthaya kyunki jo putra nahi uthaata woh prashn ban jata hai. 

“Tum kahan ho?” unhone kaha. Peeche yataayat, ya thahrav. “Main ghar bula raha hoon. Tumhari maa nahi utha rahi.” 

“Main ghar par nahi hoon,” maine kaha. Yahi akela saaf vaakya tha. “Mitra ke yahan hoon. Unhe bata diya tha. Barish buri hai. Shayad unhone doorbhash doosre kamre mein chhod diya.” 

“Jab unse baat ho to kehna mujhe milayen.” 

“Kahunga.” 

Main ne kaat diya aur doorbhash munh-neeche rakh diya. Unhe kaha main ghar par nahi kyunki tha nahi, aur kyunki agar kehta ghar ke kareeb hoon to kaan ke yantra samjhane padte. 

Yeh isliye kaha kyunki sach kaha nahi ja sakta tha. Main prasaran par wapas gaya jaise kayar us aag ke paas laute jo usne khud jalayi ho. 

Vivek ne use ghumaaya. 

Main jaanta tha abhi bhi peethe-dikhaye hue hai kyunki geeli thap munh-se-munh wali awaz nahi bani. 

Main jaanta tha usne use palang ki doosri taraf kheench liya kyunki dhwani badli—almari ka yantra use kareeb pakda, aur hamare sirhane ka khaas khokhlapan achanak uske munh ke saamne tha, bagal mein nahi. 

Woh taraf jahan uski aur mere pita ki tasveer hai. Sasta chaukhat. Hum teen, do tyohar pehle. Main us chhavi ke paas poori kishor-awastha nikal aaya bina soche yeh gawah ban sakti hai. 








“Mat,” usne turant kaha. “Aahhhh—yeh taraf nahi. Vivek, us tasveer ki taraf nahi” 

“Kis ki taraf.” 

“Tum jaante ho. Uuuhhhhhh—tasveer....main aur mere pati ki tasveer....aahhh.... main nahi— main use dekh nahi sakti jab tum—” 

“Jab main tumhe chhodun. Vaakya kaho.” 

“Jab tum yeh karo. Kripya mujhe doosri taraf karo. Main use nahi dekhna chahti ooohhhh” 

“Woh tasveer lakdi aur kanch hai. Tum maas ho. Main maas mein hoon.” 

“Tumne mujhe bhrasht kar diya,” usne phusphusaya, aur phusphusahat karahne par toot gayi. “Aahhhh—tumne khud ko us jagah rakh diya jo mere pati ki thi. aahhh..... kal mujhe woh tasveer dekhni hogi aur jaanna hoga.” 

“Phir ab dekho aur aaj raat jaano. Kal se zyada imandaar hai.” 

“Mujhe imandaar nahi chahiye. Mujhe chahiye tum samapt karo aur mere ghar se nikal jao.” 

“Tumhara ghar is pal mera ling istemal kar raha hai. Spasht kaho.” 

Usne usi disha mein phir shuru kiya, wahi sthiti, naya drishya. Thap-thap ek kathor nishchay se wapas aayi, jaise tasveer ne use ek aur kaaran de diya ho. 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: lajja aur anand alag kamron mein khade nahi rehte. Maa ne dono haathon se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. Par aksar woh anand mein karah uthti. 








Woh ek hi dhakel mein rehte hain. Stree chup hone ki koshish karti hai kyunki parivaar ki tasveer nazar mein hai, aur koshish hi shareer ko jakadti hai, aur jakad se purush aur zor dhakelta hai, aur zor dhakel chup ko khol deta hai. 

Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh yantrikta hai. 

Usne munh thaam liya. 

Main ne suna: hatheli ya chadar ke honthon par dabne ki achanak dabi geelapan, karahna atka hua aur kinaron se phir bhi nikalta. 

“Munh mat dhakna Shobha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Main chahta hoon tasveer sune uski patni kaisi sunti hai.” 

“Main tumhe woh nahi dungi. Mmmff—aahhhh—” 

“Tum baaki pehle de chuki. Awaz sirf raseed hai.” 

“Kripya. Naram. Agar main unhe dekhungi to khud se aur nafrat karungi.” 

“Khud se mere ling par nafrat karo. Yahi is raat ka aakaar hai.” 

Usne itni zor se chhoda ki munh-thaamne ki yojna kramashah haar gayi. Pehle ek risav. Phir toota aahhhh. Phir woh chadhav jo batata hai cheekh se sauda ho raha hai. Main ne palang aur gale mein woh gati suni—jaise shareer chadhta hai jab use aakaar, kon aur baat ne kinare par rakha ho. 

Maine uska chehra socha kyunki aur koi chhavi nahi thi: aankhein bichi, shrangar agar tha to pehle se utra, munh us anand se kathor jo apna maanna nahi chahti, tasveer ek dhundh jise woh kendrit na kare. 

Mayus chehra. Yahi socha. Chhabiwala nahi. Us stree ki khaas mayusi jisne saaf naam rakha aur mehsoos kar rahi hai naam khisakta hai jab nitamb abhi bhi usse mil rahe hain. 

Usne cheekh nikal di. 

Bhasha nahi thi. Ek kachchi, oonchi, vishwasghat wali awaz, phir uski apni awaz lajja liye peeche daudi. 

“Nahi—nahi—main nahi chahti thi— aahhhh—” 

“Yahi hai.”  

“Main khud se mayus hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—sun rahe ho? Main unke saamne aisi nahi sunna chahti thi.” 

“Tum us stree jaisi suni jo us ling par bikhar rahi ho jo chaukhat mein nahi. Itna hi.” 

“Samapt karo. Kripya. Main tasveer aur tumhe ek saath nahi le sakti aahhh Viveeeekkk ooohhhhhhh” 

“Tum dono le rahi ho. Isliye kaanp rahi ho.” 

 

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Maine veerya isliye giraaya kyunki ashraddha toot gayi. Yahi saaf vivaran hai. Jab tak main khud se keh sakta tha ki sangharsh sun raha hoon, dikha sakta tha ki sirf ek bhool ka gawah hoon. 


Cheekh koi bhool-awaz nahi thi. Woh meri maa ki awaz thi jo apne hi shareer se haar rahi thi jab parivaar ki tasveer uske chehre se do fut door baithi thi. 

Yeh gyan meri reedh se garmi ki tarah utra. Maine takiye mein daant gaadkar giraaya, kamar uchalti us palang par jo hamara nahi tha, haanfata jaise dauda hoon. Woh use chhod raha tha jab woh abhi jhuki thi. 








Kaan ke yantra lage rahe. Yahi uski nirlajjata thi. Main samapt ho chuka tha aur ghar ki raat mere saath samapt nahi hui. 

Main geela aur kaanpta pada raha aur Vivek ko woh istemal karte sunta raha jise mere pita apna samajhte the. 

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha woh doosre purush ke liye karhegi. Aise nahi. Mere sir mein patniyan ek band vyavastha thin. 

Uski awaz ka badlav sunna hi tha jisse main jaana ki use maza aa raha hai chahe shabd se inkaar karti rahe. 

Shuru mein uske karahne chakit the, kaate hue, vivad kiye hue. Ab unme gol, taalmaya bojh tha. Woh samay par aate. 

Usne peeche ghurekar Chacha Vivek ko dekha aur uski nazar uski thi jo tript thi aur bhaybhit isliye ki woh kitni zor se use chhod raha hai. 








Karahne neeche chale jaate jab woh gehra jata aur oonche ho jaate uski yoni mein ya jab phir nitamb par thappar maarta. 

Anand shuru ho chuka tha. Jab tumne kisi stree ki banavati vinay suni ho to sun sakte ho vinay kab utar gayi. Uski utar gayi thi. Bas sweekarokti par hastakshar nahi karti thi. 

“Idhar aao,” Vivek ne geeli thap ke ek daur baad kaha. “Upar. Mere oopar. Main chahta hoon tum is ling par peshewar kulta ki tarah sawari karo.” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—mujhe yeh mat karwao.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Main tumhe hila raha hoon. Tum kaafi der ghutnon par rahi. Main woh chehra dekhna chahta hoon jo maanta nahi.” 

“Agar main upar baithungi to hilna padega. Main aise nahi hilna chahti. Woh— uuuhhhhhh—woh main karungi.” 

“Tum peeth se kar hi rahi thi. Ab khuli aankhon se karogi.” 

“Mujhe laga tum na karogi,” maine soone yatri-griha se kaha, murkhata se, jaise woh sun sake. Laga na karegi kyunki upar baithna ek tarah ki sweekarokti hai. 

Stree khud se keh sakti hai use le liya gaya jab woh jhuki ho. Upar use uthna aur girna padta hai. Isliye mujhe ladayi ki ummeed thi. 

Main ne cheezen hilti sunin. 

Gadda. Uska ghutna. Ek hansphun jab use ghumaaya aur kheencha. Ek mrit hawa ka pal jisme socha, praman ke viruddh, ki woh khadi ho gayi aur ise khatam kar diya. 

Phir thap-thap wapas aayi. 

Alag thap. Pehle dheemi. Beech mein bhaari. Us stree ki awaz jo us purush par baith rahi ho jo pehle se uske andar hai, phir paati hai ki us par baithna usse gehra girav hai jitna usne socha tha. 

“Aahhhh—ruko—aise yeh bahut zyada hai—” 

“Yeh tum mere oopar ho, Shobha. Doosre purush ki patni us vastu par sawari kar rahi ho jise ghar se nikalne ko kaha tha.” 

“Main sawari ke liye nahi baithi. Baithi kyunki tumne kheencha. Uuuhhhhhh—ise sawari mat kaho.” 

“Phir hilo mat.” 

Woh hili. Koi pradarshan nahi. Woh chhoti, asahay milaan jo shareer karta hai jab bahut bhara ho aur saans ka rasta dhoondna pade. 

Kamaanen naya taal uthane lagin. Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, khali aur phir bhi sunta, aur samjha uski awaz kyun badli thi uska aakhiri tukda. 

Woh vaakyon se inkaar kar sakti thi, samapt karke jaane ki binti kar sakti thi, tasveer aur kulta shabd aur nitamb ke thappar se nafrat kar sakti thi—aur phir bhi jo taal mere kaan ke yantra se aaya. 

Us stree ka taal jo dheere, bina kisi ghoshna ke, apne hi ghar mein galat purush ka anand lene lagi thi. 

Nayi awaz pehle sab se alag thi. 

Meri maa ab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Jab stree upar hoti hai, use hi nitamb uthane aur girane padte hain. 

Gurutva use girane mein madad karta hai. Jaanghon ko phir uthana padta hai. Isliye yeh sthiti munh-saamne ya peeth-dikhaye se zyada batati hai. Unme woh khud se keh sakti hai sirf le rahi hai. 

Is tarah ke sambhog mein “niyantran” ka seedha matlab yahi hai: taal woh chunti hai. Agar dard zyada ho to uth sakti hai. 

Agar achha lage to aur zor se baith sakti hai. Agar wahi rahe aur uchalti rahe, to woh bhag le rahi hai. Main chakit tha kyunki intezaar kar raha tha ki utar kar ise band kare. 

Jab sambhog itna meetha ho, bahut striyan vivah ka hisab usi pal chhod deti hain jab unka yoni-shikhar purush ke shareer par ragarne lage. Vade subah ke liye reh jaate hain. 

Raat is baat ki ho jaati hai ki kitni bhari mehsoos ho rahi hai. Main jaanta tha use achha lag raha hai kyunki woh upar thi aur utri nahi. Pasand karna aur maanna ek nahi. 

Woh abhi patni ki tarah bolti thi. Nitamb us stree ki tarah bolte the jise ek taal mil gaya ho jo khona nahi chahti. 

“Aahhhh—kamar aise mat pakdo.” 

“Pakad raha hoon kyunki tum dhashti ho aur phir dikhati ho irada nahi tha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Tum mujhe chhod rahi ho, Shobha. Kaho.” 

“Main baithi hoon. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—tumne yahan kheencha.” 








“Maine yahan kheencha. Hilna tumne shuru kiya. Yeh do alag kaam hain. Doosra tumhara hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—bas chup raho aur mujhe— mujhe ise paar karne do.” 

“Paar karo.” Usne uske neeche hansaa. “Tum kamar ghumati ho. Yeh paar karna nahi. Yeh mujhe istemal karna hai.” 

Unki jaanghen takrane lagin. 

Is sthiti mein ek aur baat hoti hai aur samajhna aasan hai. Uski andar ki jaanghen girte hue uski kamar aur bahar ki jaanghon par thapakti hain. 

Agar geeli ho to thap sookhi nahi. Chipchipi taali hai. Do jodi jaanghen baar-baar milti hain. 

Main woh taali barish ke through bhi saaf suna, kyunki maas logon ke sochne se tez hota hai jab kapda bacha nahi. 

“Sun rahi ho?” usne kaha. “Yeh tumhari taangein meri se takra rahi hain. Vivahit jaanghen. Bhaari. Naram. Kaam karti.” 

“Meri taangon ka bayan mat karo. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Kyun. Woh ganda kaam kar rahi hain. Woh mota nitamb utha rahi hain aur tumhari yoni mujh par gira rahi hain.” 

“Vivek. Baat band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—maine kaha tha doosri sthiti mein samapt karo.” 

“Aur phir tum us par baith gayi. Isliye ab is sthiti ki baat karte hain.” 

Usne nirlajj prashn poochhe jaise purush tab poochhta hai jab aakhir ek ijjatdar stree nangi us par hil rahi ho aur use munh se sach chahiye ho. 

“Kya tumhara murkh pati kabhi tumhe upar baithata hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—nahi. Main uske saath yeh nahi karti aahah ah ah ah uh uh” 

“Kyun nahi.” 

“Kyunki nirlajj dikhta hai. Kyunki uska chehra dekhna padta. Uuuhhhhhh—kyunki kabhi nahi chahti thi bhookhi dikhun.” 

“Tum mera chehra dekh rahi ho.” 








“Main deewar dekh rahi hoon.” 

“Behtar jhoot bolo. Tumhari aankhein baar-baar wahan girti hain jahan hum jude hain. Main mehsoos karta hoon tum ghur rahi ho kitna main tumhare andar gayab ho jata hoon.” 

“Aahhhh—dekhna bahut zyada hai. Is kon se tum mujhe khich rahe ho.” 

“Isliye ki jab tum baithti ho to poora leti ho. Peeth-dikhaye main gehraai chhupa sakta tha. Upar tumhara apna bojh ise andar khilata hai. Isliye pet tak mehsoos hota hai.” 

Is sthiti mein aksar ek aur baat hoti hai: stree bina sikhaye apna yoni-shikhar dhoondh leti hai. Woh thoda aage jhukti hai taaki yoni ka agla hissa uske shareer se ragre jab woh andar ho. 

Ise “milaan” kah sakti hai. Sirf milaan nahi. Yeh extra chingari ka peechha hai. 

Jab usne woh jhukav paya main ne saans badalti suni. Karahna do pal ke liye chakit se lalchi ho gaya, phir usne use shikayat mein kheenchne ki koshish ki. 

“Aahhhh—mujhe aise mat dekho.” 

“Kaise.” 

“Jaise jeet gaye ho.” 

“Jeet gaya hoon. Tum apne pati ke palang par doosre purush par sawari kar rahi ho aur itni geeli ho ki main sun sakta hoon jab tum girti ho.” 

“Chup raho. Kripya. Uuuhhhhhh—agar aise kehte rahe to kal yaad rahega.” 

“Yaad to rahega hi. Jab rasoi jaogi to yoni khuli lagegi.” 

Usne uttar ke bajay karaha, ek lamba aahhhh jisne use pakad liya. 

Main jaanta tha uska jangli hissa khul raha hai kyunki awazen savdhan nahi rahin. Savdhan stree awaz chhoti karti hai. Ant kaat deti hai. 

Ek zyada jangli stree karahne ko dhakel ki poori lambai tak daudne deti hai. Uska daudne laga. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh woh gala hai jo khud ki nigraani chhod chuka ho. 

Uske saath hi kuch aur bhi chhoot raha tha: woh hissa jo varshon se dikhata raha jaise usme kaamuk bhookh hi na ho. 

Sambhog ki bhookh ki ek awaz hoti hai. Zyada geeli. Kam vinamra. Munh “chup raho” kehte hue bhi shareer se sahmati karti hai. 

Phir thap-thap vishal ho gayi. 

Main samajh gaya kyun. Usne dono haath uski kamar par rakhkar use tez girane mein madad shuru ki. Jab purush aisa karta hai, sirf isliye nahi thaamta ki gir na jaye. 

Woh uski nitambon ko mutthi ki tarah istemal karta hai. Thoda uthata hai aur zor se neeche kheenchta hai taaki woh dheeme, bhadra taal mein chhup na sake. 

Palang ne bhaari, dohraate dhamake se jawab diya. Lakdi. Kamaanen. Do shareer. Barish dhak nahi saki. 








“Aahhhh—aahhhh—bahut tez—” 

“Tum tez le sakti ho. Tum is nitamb aur is yoni ke saath janmi ho. Inhe istemal karo.” 

“Main vivahit stree hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—yeh mera aur mere pati ka shayankaksh hai. Yahan mujhe aisi mat sunwao.” 

“Tum apne vivah ke shayankaksh mein mere ling ko andar liye karah rahi ho. Yahi vaakya hai. Mera nahi. Tumhara. Khud ko suno.” 

“Is kamre par woh shabd mat lagaao aahhhh viveeekkkk ooohhhhhhhh” 

“Vivah ka shayankaksh. Vivah ki chadar. Bagal ki mez par parivaar ki tasveer. Aur tum uchal rahi ho jaise saalon se theek se bhare jaane ka intezaar tha.” 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—” 

“Tum un veshyayon se behtar ho jise main chhod chuka hoon.” 

“Mat— nnnhhh—mujhe veshyayon se mat tulo. Main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Woh hukum par karahteen. Tum karah rahi ho kyunki rok nahi pati. Yeh behtar hai. Ek ijjatdar yoni jo bhool gayi ijjatdar thi, us ladki se keemti hai jisne raat pehle bech di.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—kripya mujhe us suchi mein mat daalo.” 

“Main tumhe unki suchi se nikaal raha hoon. Unhe chhod dunga. Sirf tumhe chhodunga. Pradarshan ki keemat kyun dun jab is ghar mein doosre purush ki patni hai jo ganda bolne par tapakti hai.” 

“Main tumhari veshyayon mein se nahi...ahh.... Uuuhhhhhh main apne pati ki hoon....” 

“Aaj raat tumhari yoni ko yeh sandesh nahi mila.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: purush andar hote hue bhavishya ki baat shuru karta hai. Yeh daava karne ka tarika hai. 

Woh aise bolta hai jaise raat ek-baari ki bhool na ho. 

Woh “veshyaen chhod dunga” sunti hai aur dimaag jaanta hai khatarnak hai, aur nitamb phir girte hain kyunki ling us jagah lag raha hai jahan soch mehngi padti hai. 

Main ne use aur gehra hote suna. 

Awaz phir badli. Dwar par kam thap, zyada ek ghana, bhara geela shor, jaise hawa ke liye jagah na bachi ho. 

Jab upar baithi stree aage jhukti hai aur purush usi pal kamar neeche kheenchta hai, ling uske ant tak jata hai. 

Use ek bhari, geeli dhamak ki tarah sunte ho, aur uski awaz uchalti sunte ho kyunki dabav jaghan-asthi ke peeche us jagah lagta hai jo bahut zyada lagti hai. 

Isliye woh tez hui. Isliye nahi ki pradarshan ka faisla kiya. Isliye ki andar chup rehne ki jagah nahi bachi. 

Uska pavitra hissa bahut sadharan tarike se tut raha tha. Pavitra sirf mandir aur upvaas nahi. Pavitra yeh aadat hai sochne ki, main achhi patni hoon, main achhi maa hoon, main yeh awazen nahi karti, main us purush par nahi baithti jo pati nahi. 

Har baar jab woh us par girti, woh aadat ek tukda haar jaati. “Achhi patni” ki kahaani poori awaz par nahi chala sakte jab tumhari apni jaanghen kisi aur se thapak rahi hon. 

Kahaani phat-ti hai. Daar se woh stree nikalti hai jo agli dhakel chahti hai chahe munh kahe use chup raho. 

Mera ling yatri-griha ki chadar par phir bada hone laga. 

Main gir chuka tha. Shareer ko parvah nahi. Purush ke samapt hone ke baad ek chhota mrit daur hota hai, phir agar kaan ki awaz kaafi nirlajj ho to rakt wapas aata hai. 

Uske karahne ne kiya. Maas ki thap ne kiya. Main ne phir haath lapeta kyunki prasaran mujhe naram nahi hone de raha tha. 









Main saste takiye mein haanfata raha, kaan ke yantra abhi lage, apni maa ke Vivek par sawari ke taal par khud ko sahlaata, jo vaakya kabhi banana nahi aana chahiye tha. 

“Dekho kaise chhod rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Dheeme jab yaad aata hai lajja hai. Tez jab bhool jaati ho. Main woh pal bata sakta hoon jab bhoolti ho.” 

“Aahhhh—main nahi bhool rahi.” 

“Bhool rahi ho. Munh kehta hai baat band karo. Yoni kehti hai aur gehra.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—agar bayan karte rahe to nafrat karungi.” 

“Nafrat mere seene par haath rakhkar karo. Ragarate hue nafrat karo. Yeh kaam ki nafrat hai.” 

Phir woh chakit kar dene wali baat hui. Pehle yakeen nahi hua kyunki kamiz istri karne wali maa se mel nahi khati thi. 

Usne pehle kaha. Rukne ki binti nahi. Kon ki binti. 

“Ruko—ruko—aahhhh—agar aise jhukun to ragadta hai. Jab jhukun to neeche mat kheencho. Bahut zyada ho jata hai.” 

Yahi chot thi. Jo stree sirf seh rahi ho woh ragad ke niyam nahi deti. 

Jo ehsaas ka peechha kar rahi ho deti hai. Abhi bhi nahi maanti thi use achha lag raha. Use chetavani ka libas pehnaya. Chetavani ek naksha thi. Usne naksha istemal kiya. 

“To ragadta hai. Achha. Yeh tumhara yoni-shikhar maan raha hai jo tumhara dharma nahi maanta.” 

“Isme dharma mat lao. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Phir nitambon se prarthana mat karo.” 

Mera doorbhash phir jaga. 

Mere pita bula rahe the. 

Ghanti bajne deni chahiye thi. Uthaya kyunki murkh tha, doshi tha, aur jhoot mein aadha ghusa tha. 

“Haan.” 

“Tumhari awaz aisi kyun hai? Aur mujhe jaise kisi stree ke chekhne ki awaz kyun aa rahi hai,” unhone kaha. 

Mujhe pata nahi tha maine kaan ke yantra aur antarik yantra ka awaz-vistaarak itna khol diya tha ki pita ne sun liya. Main chakit tha aur nahi jaanta tha kya karun. 

Kya woh awaz pehchanenge? 

“Tum daud rahe ho? Kahan ho?” mere pita ne poocha. 

Agle prakarana mein jaano maine kya uttar diya. 

 

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Main kaan ke yantra lagaye ling mal raha tha. Kamra chhota tha. Apni saans sun sakta tha. 


“Main— main chal raha hoon. Sidhiyan. Barish. Itna hi.” 

“Tum haanf rahe ho.” 

“Jaldi chala. Maine kaha ghar par nahi hoon.” 

“Maine ghar ki taar-rekha par bulaya. Phir unke chalte doorbhash par. Abhi bhi kuch nahi. Woh theek hain?” 

Doosri rekha par, us kaan se jo pita par nahi tha, Maa ne ek kachcha aahhhh chhoda jab Vivek ne kamar neeche kheench li. 

Maine nigala. 

“Unhe achha samay bit raha hai,” maine kaha, phir suna yeh kaise baitha aur zabardasti vyakhya kheenchi taaki asli tasveer na nikal jaye. 

“Matlab— thaki hui thin. Kaha jaldi soengi. Ghar shant hai. Barish tez hai. Shayad doorbhash chup kar diya. Kal subah milana. Uthaengi jab… jab khuli hon.” 

“Tumne achha samay kaha.” 

“Matlab jab main nikla to pareshan nahi thin. Jane ko kaha. Itna hi kaha.” 

“Tumhari awaz ajeeb hai.” 

“Sambandh. Barish. Unhe bataunga tumne bulaya. Kal. Aaj raat baar-baar mat bajana. Unhe lagega tumhe kuch ho gaya.” 

Woh ek pal chup rahe. 

“Theek hai. Kal. Is thand mein bahar lambe mat rehna.” 

“Nahi rahunga.” 

Maine kaat diya aur turant hatheli ki edi ling par aur zor se dabayi kyunki uski awaz unki baat ke liye ruki nahi thi. 

Yahi kathor hissa seedha: ek kaan mein pita se baat, doosre mein maa ko Chacha se chhode jaate suna, aur shareer ne is milaan ko indhan samjha. 

Haanfta isliye tha ki sahla raha tha, sidhiyon se nahi. Unhe “achha” samay isliye kaha kyunki sach yeh tha ki aisa samay bit raha tha jo vivahit stree ko saat aahvan uthana bhula de. 

Ise neend aur khamoshi ka libas pehnaya taaki yeh na kehna pade: woh Vivek par baithi hai, jaanghen uski jaanghon se thapak rahi hain, aur abhi bhi nahi maanti use achha lag raha. 

Shayankaksh mein baatchit komal nahi hui. 

“Woh kampan kiska tha?” Vivek ne poocha. Uska doorbhash fars h ke kapde mein kahin gunj raha tha. “Phir wahi?” 

“Unki baat mat karo jab tum— aahhhh—jab tum mere andar ho.” 

“Main uski patni ke andar hoon. Uska naam pehle se kamre mein hai.” 

“Maine nahi uthaya. Yeh tumhare liye kaafi hona chahiye. Uuuhhhhhh—ise vijay-chinh mat banao.” 

“Yeh vijay-chinh hai. Achhi stree pati ko nazarandaaz karti hai kyunki yoni vyast hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—main koi vijay-chinh nahi.” 

“Phir ek ki tarah sawari mat karo.” 







Usne dheema karne ki koshish ki. Main ne koshish suni: thapon ke beech lamba antar. Phir uske haathon ne kamar par antar phir band kar diya. Woh tez karahi, apni hi awaz ke aakaar se mayus. 

“Aahhhh—maine kaha itna tez nahi.” 

“Tumhara shareer usi pal tez ho jata hai jab main chhodta hoon. Main sirf tumse mil raha hoon.” 

“Tum nahi mil rahe. Tum kheench rahe ho.” 

“Main woh dikha raha hoon jo tumne shuru kiya. Tum upar baith gayi. Yahi anavaran hai. Shant maa wala natak is kon par nahi bachta.” 

“Main abhi bhi maa hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—woh mat chheeno.” 

“Main tumhara patni-charitra nahi chheen raha. Woh jhoot chheen raha hoon ki tum geeli nahi hoti.” 

“Veshyayon se behtar,” usne phir kaha, lagbhag khud se, jaise tulna itni achhi lagi ho ki chhodni na ho. “Woh uchhal naqli karti hain. Tum uchhal chhupati ho aur phir bhi imandaar nikal aati hai.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—unse behtar nahi banna chahti. Ise khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Agar khatam chahti to uthkar khadi ho jaati. Abhi us par baithi ho. Yahi akela parikshan maayne rakhta hai.” 

Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, mutthi chalti, kaan ke yantra us parikshan se bhare. Maanti nahi thi. Chup rehne ko kehti. Veshyayon ke bagal na rakhne ko kehti. 

Kehti yeh vivah ka shayankaksh hai. 

Aur apna bojh us par girati rahi, jaangh se jaangh, geeli aur tez, kyunki sambhog itna meetha ho chuka tha ki dimaag ka vivahit hissa ab gaadi nahi chala raha tha. 

Jangli hissa chala raha tha. Pavitra hissa usi pal haar raha tha, kavita ki tarah nahi, us stree ki tarah jo abhi bhadra dikhna chahti ho jab uska apna taal use pakad le. 

Maine kaatkar seedha ling par wapas gaya. 

Haath mein koi viram nahi tha. Pita ki awaz abhi sir mein thi aur Maa ki awaz kaan ke yantra mein, aur dono milkar mujhe naram nahi, aur zor se sahlaate the. 

Yeh seedhi baat hai. Main yatri-griha ke palang par tha, patloon khuli, mutthi geeli, apne ghar ko aise sunta jaise koi ganda chalit-chitra jiski keemat di ho. 

Prasaran par woh abhi upar thi aur gehraai par chekhne lagi. 

“Aahhhh—bahut ooncha lag raha hai—Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—jab aage aaun to kamar neeche mat kheencho—” 

“Yahi jagah hai,” usne kaha. “Isliye tum tez ho.” 

“Tez hoon kyunki bahut zyada hai. Aahhhh—pet bhara lagta hai. Haath hatao.” 

“Haath hataun to bhi tum us par girti ho. Maine teen baar dekha.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—bas samapt karo. Main tum par bahut der se hoon.” 

Phir sawari mein ek alag awaz mili. Thap nahi. Ek chhoti, geeli ghumti awaz, aur uski awaz aise badli jo yoni se nahi thi. 

Yahi tarika tha jisse main jaana uski beech wali ungli uske gude ke aas-paas mal rahi thi. 

Seedha kahunga. Jab purush stree ke neeche ho aur woh uchal rahi ho, haath aksar kamar ya nitamb par hote hain. Agar ek ungli gaal se hatkar dono gaalon ke beech ke sakht chhed ko ghumne lage, do baat hoti hain. 

Ek: karahna teekha aur zyada chakit ho jata hai, kyunki woh chhed chhue jaane ka aadi nahi. Do: woh jagah ka naam leti hai. Usne liya. 

“Aahhhh—wahan se ungli hatao. Vivek. Wahan nahi. Uuuhhhhhh—woh tumhare liye nahi.” 

“Andar nahi daal raha. Sirf bahar mal raha hoon. Naram. Garam. Band jaise tumne kabhi kisi ko kholne nahi diya.” 

Main yatri-griha mein hans pada. Awaz kathor nikli. 

Hansa kyunki meri bhadra maa, jo band snaangrih ke darwazon par daantti thi, Vivek par baithi use keh rahi thi gude se ungli hatao. 

Hansi chot thi. Uski bhi thi jo itna aage nikal chuka ho ki nirdosh dikhana bacha na ho. 

“Naram lagti hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhara guda usse naram hai jo main ek vivahit stree ka sochta. Raste mein baal nahi. Sirf sakht chamdi. Har baar jab baithti ho yeh meri ungli ko wapas dhakelti hai.” 

“Iski baat mat karo. Aahhhh—hatao. Maine yeh nahi diya.” 

“Yoni bhi nahi di thi. Phir bhi mere paas hai.” 

“Woh alag hai. Uuuhhhhhh—peeche maila hai. Wahan ungli mat rakho.” 

“Maila woh shabd hai jo log tab istemal karte hain jab dar ho naya ehsaas pasand aa jaye. Main sirf ghumata hoon. Mehsoos ho raha hai?” 

“Ho raha hai. Aahhhh—mehsoos nahi karna chahti. Hatao.” 

Usne ungli andar dhakelne ki koshish ki. 

Gayi nahi. 

Maine use karahte suna aur use uchalte, phir usne nitamb ki baat khulkar kahi. 

“Tumhara nitamb bahut bada hai. Gaal haath dhak lete hain. Chhed mil jata hai lekin jab dabata hoon, sakht chhed ungli ko bagal fenk deta hai. Ruko.” 

“Uske liye nahi rukungi. Aahhhh—Vivek, main gambhir hoon. Andar nahi.” 

“Andar ja hi nahi raha. Yeh gaal raste mein hain. Bhaari. Yahi hota hai baithne, pakane aur poori peeth par sadi bandhne ke varshon se. Dekhne mein sunder. Us ungli ke liye bura jo pravesh chahe.” 

“Phir koshish band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—aage ling istemal karo aur samapt karo. Ek raat ke liye itna paap kaafi hai.” 

Woh chahti thi woh jaldi gire. Yeh hissa aasan hai. Agar gire, raat ka ant ho. Khadi ho, dhoye, dikha sake kamra phir sirf kamra hai. Woh aur anand chahta tha. 

Yeh bhi aasan hai. Jo purush vivahit stree ka intezaar kar chuka ho, pehli lambe chudai das minat mein nahi khatam karni chahta. 

Woh kheenchta hai. Sthiti badalta hai. Ungli wahan rakhta hai jahan usne na kaha taaki woh shareer mein rahe aur sirf patni bankar tair na jaye. 

“Jab chaahun gir sakta hoon,” usne kaha. “Chun raha hoon na girun. Tumhari yoni abhi choos rahi hai. Jaldi ke ek chhoot par kyun barbaad karun?” 

“Kyunki maine maanga. Aahhhh—kyunki taangein kaanp rahi hain. Kyunki yeh kal samjhane se aage nikal chuka hai.” 

“Kal is palang par nahi hai.” 

Usne use khada kiya. 

Maine suna gadda unka bojh khoya, uske pair fars h par lage, uska karahna khadi hansphun ban gaya. 

Jab mota ling nikalta hai, ek geeli awaz aati hai, phir stree ki awaz ek pal khali padti hai kyunki khichav chala jata hai. Phir usne use hilaaya. 

“Deewar ki taraf.” 

“Kyun. Uuuhhhhhh—mushkil se khadi hoon.” 

“Kyunki tumhe seedha chahta hoon. Haath deewar par. Nitamb bahar.” 

Main jaanta tha deewar ki taraf hai chahe dikha nahi. Vyakhya seedhi hai. Shayankaksh ka yantra almari ke kareeb tha, jo khidki wali deewar par hai, dwar wali nahi. Jab boli, awaz aise unchi jaise kandhe par maari ho, chhoti aur kareeb. Uski awaz peeche se aayi. 

Pankha uske munh ke saamne tik-tik karta, palang ke oopar nahi. Yeh kamre ki awazen thin jinme main pala. Unhone naksha bataya. 

Phir dhakel phir shuru hui, tez. 

Peeche se khade hona alag yantra hai. Woh taangen istemal kar sakta hai. Nitamb pakadkar de mar sakta hai. Isliye tez, kathor taal suna—thap-thap-thap—chamdi par chamdi, gadda nigalne ko nahi. 

Tez chhod raha tha kyunki palang se utarke taza tha aur kyunki deewar stree ko kam nikaas deti hai. Ya to wapas dhakel sakti hai ya ghutne taan sake. 

Main jaanta tha use maza aa raha kyunki usne wapas dhakela. 








Jo stree sirf khatam chahti hai, nitamb mar jaate hain aur wait karti hai. Jo kuch nikal rahi hoti hai, dhakel se milti hai. Main ne uska nitamb usme wapas thapakte suna, sirf lena nahi. 

Vivek ne bhi yahi wajah se jaana, aur ek aur: woh aur geeli ho gayi. Yeh suna jaata hai. Machmach tez ho jaati hai. Sarak aasan. Sookhi stree chipchipi, rokne wali awaz karti hai. Woh sookhi nahi thi. 

“Tumhe yeh achha lag raha hai,” usne kaha. 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—khadi isliye hoon ki tumne yahan khada kiya.” 

“Tum us par peeche aa rahi ho. Yahi pasand hai. Tumhari yoni ne palak jhapkai. Yeh bhi pasand hai.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—ghutne chale jayenge.” 

“Phir taan lo. Chahta hoon har dhakel mehsoos karo jab us deewar ko dekho jise bees varsh se ghoor rahi ho.” 

Ek pal main ne chumme sune. 

Ek halka nahi. Dhakelon ke beech geele munh ki awazen. Yahi se jaana peeche se chhodte hue woh bhi chum rahi thi. Agar sirf woh chumta, ek-tarfa lepan sunta aur woh munh pherne ki koshish. 

Jo suna do munh the, uska karahna uske munh mein jata, phir nikalta. 

Log khade sambhog mein tab chumte hain jab yoni ka ehsaas chehra murkh kar de. Abhi maanti nahi thi. Chumme ne uski jagah maan liya. 

“Koi lajja nahi,” usne uske khilaf kaha. “Tumhara pati rel par hai ya yaan par ya jahan bhi ho, tumhe bula raha hai, aur tum mere ling par karah rahi ho meri jeebh munh mein liye.” 

“Aahhhh—chumte hue yeh mat kaho.” 

“Aur bura kahunga. Tumne is ghar mein ekstra chaabi wale purush ko aane diya aur ab tumhari apni jaangh se tapak raha hai. Achhi patni dwar par chekhti. Tum palang par chekhi.” 

“Maine jaane ko kaha tha. Uuuhhhhhh—” 

“Munh se kaha. Yoni ne rok liya. Is kamre mein lajja bachi nahi siway us ke jo tumhe aur geela karti hai.” 

“Mere paas lajja hai. Isliye khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Jo lajja wapas chumti hai, lajja nahi. Woh bhookh hai jo sir mein sadi pehne ho.” 

Woh hukum deta raha jab dhakelta raha. 

“Haath deewar par oonche karo. Kamaan banao. Yeh nitamb mat chhupao. Jab gehra jaye mera naam kaho. Unka nahi. Mera.” 

“Vivek—aahhhh—Vivek— yeh sthiti nahi thaam pati—” 

“Thaamo. Meethi yoni. Meethi jaise bachaakar rakhhi gayi phir atipak gayi. Mehsoos karta hoon tum jakadti ho jab ganda kehta hoon. Phir karo.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar nahi jakad rahi.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar hi. Jab karahna rokne ki koshish karti ho deewaren kas jaati hain. Yahi nishani hai.” 

Lagbhag do ghante ho chuke the. Jaanta tha doorbhash ki ghadi se aur isliye ki barish ne irada nahi badla. Ek ghar mein pehli raat do ghante chhodna lambe hote hain. 

Maanspeshi thakte hain. Yoni geeli rehti hai agar uska man ho. Uski geeli rahi. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh snehan hai jo sookhta nahi jab dimaag abhi vivad kare. 

“Phir jakad rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Mere ling ke aas-paas sakht chhalle jaise doohna chahti ho.” 








“Nahi. Aahhhh—shareer tab karta hai jab tum bahut gehra jaate ho. Yeh pratikriya hai.” 

“Khud se jhoot bolti ho. Pratikriya do ghante taal nahi rakhti. Anand rakhta hai.” 

Woh jakad seedha yeh batati thi ki anand le rahi thi: jo yoni ho raha se nafrat kare, kas kar dardnak tarah band ho jaati hai aur stree khisakne ki koshish karti hai. 

Jo aur chahe, dhakel ke saath pakadti aur chhodti hai, jaise mutthi jo jaane na dena chahe. 

Uski pakad rahi thi. Usne pratikriya kaha. Usne jhoot kaha. Maine wahi kaha jo usne, kyunki peeche khichte geela kheenchaav sun sakta tha. 

Kabhi nahi socha tha Maa itni jaldi is tarah ke sambhog se prem kar baithengi doosre purush ke vishal ling ko andar liye. Prem kathor shabd hai. Matlab uske shareer ne khiche jaane ka swad seekh liya aur thooka nahi. 

Pita ne kabhi aise nahi chhoda. Bina zyada andaze ke kah sakta hoon kyun. Woh aise purush hain jo thakkar aate hain, shanti chahte hain, sambhog ko chhota vivah-kartavya samajhte hain. Ganda nahi bolte. 

Doosre ghante stree ko deewar se lagaaye khada nahi rakhte. Itna lamba karahne nahi dete ki karahna aadat ban jaye. Stree poora vivah thodi jakdi reh sakti hai agar koi us jakdan ko kabhi na chhode. 

Vivek woh kaam kar raha tha. Mujhe us par tedha garv hua, us putra ka garv jisne chaabiyan de di thin aur ab parinaam sun raha tha. Yeh beemar garv hai. Phir bhi hua. 

“Khadi nahi reh pati,” usne kaha. “Aahhhh—jaanghen khatam. Pair sunn. Chhodo to gir jaungi.” 

“Phir mere ling par giro. Fars h par mat giro.” 

“Thak gayi hoon, Vivek. Uuuhhhhhh—peeth kas gayi. Deewar se kalaiyan dard karti hain. Samapt karo.” 

“Thakaan bhi jakadti hai. Ek aur sthiti wait kar sakta hoon.” 








Maine pyaliyan girti sunin. 

Bagal ki mez ki koi cheez—pani ki pyali, shayad woh chhoti dhatu-katori jo palang ke kareeb rakhti—kinare se utri aur kaisi par phooti. 

Dhamaka barish ke neeche bhi teekha tha. Woh dar se aur dhakel se ek saath chekhi. 

“Aahhhh—pyali—rehne do—dekhne mat ruko—nahi, wait, matlab aur gandagi mat failao—uuuhhhhhh—Vivek, kripya, padosi samjhenge koi ghus aaya—” 

“Barish pyali se tez hai. Koi nahi aata.” 

“Kripya dheeme. Binti hai. Taangein khatam. Kamra ganda. Kal subah pati ko tooti pyali samjhani hogi.” 

“Yeh samjhana ki itni zor se chhodi gayi ki pyali giri. Yahi sachcha path hai.” 

“Woh path nahi likhungi. Aahhhh—bas giro. Samapt karke jao oooohhh uuhhhhhh” 

Usne kehna shuru kiya ki girna chahta hai. 

Purush yeh tab kehte hain jab kareeb hon aur tab bhi jab stree ko kaam ki ghabrahat deni ho. Ghabrahat yoni kasati hai. Dono istemal kiye. 

“Tumhe bharunga.” 

“Mat. Aahhhh—andar mat girna. Nikaalo. Gambhir hoon. Yeh jokhim nahi le sakti.” 

“Tumhara garbhashay jokhim-baat nahi sun raha.” 

“Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—andar nahi. Dhoungi. Prarthana karungi. Jo chaho karungi. Andar nahi.” 

“Tum ‘andar nahi’ aise karah rahi ho jaise doosri striyan ‘aur gehra’ karahteen.” 

“Woh nahi karah rahi. Cheta rahi hoon. Aahhhh—jab giro to nikaal lena.” 

Ek aur baat hui, jo suchi mein nahi thi: usne nitamb ke aas se haath ghumaakar do ungliyon se yoni-shikhar malna shuru kiya jab khade-khade chhodta raha. Yeh aam chaal hai aur iska saaf uddeshya. Ling andar lagta hai. 








Ungliyan bahar bindu par lagti hain. Saath milkar stree ko dono alag cheezon se tez karwaati hain. 

Maine uski awaz aahhhh ki ladi mein toot-te suni jise kaat nahi saki. Nafrat thi ki kaat nahi saki. Yahi anand tha jis par hastakshar nahi karti. 

“Munh kholo,” usne baad mein kaha, abhi peetta. “Jeebh par girna chahta hoon.” 

“Nahi. Nahi choosungi. Munh mein nahi lungi. Aahhhh—yeh bahut zyada hai.” 

“Phir yoni mein girunga. Fars h par kheenchkar barbaad nahi karunga. Yeh bhaar tumhare andar ya jeebh par ka hai. Chuno.” 

“Yeh nyayi chunav nahi.” 

“Yahi akela chunav hai. Ghanton se andar hoon. Angochhe par veerya nahi barbaad karunga.” 

Usne chirchira shor kiya. Mohak nahi. Chirchira jaise us stree ka jiske paas saaf vikalp khatam. 

“Theek. Uuuhhhhhh—theek. Andar nahi. Main— main munh istemal karungi. Munh mein bhar dena, par sir mat dhakelna. Aur karte hue veshyayon ki baat mat karna.” 

“Phir ghum jao.” 

Antarik yantra—prasaran—mar gaya. 

Static, phir kuch nahi. Main yatri-griha ke palang par itni jaldi uth baitha ki pet kas gaya. Chhoti, kaamuk gusse se bhar gaya. 

Phir kareeb tha. Uski haar ki awaz chahta tha. Awaz khona aisa laga jaise kisi ne antim drishya se pehle chalit-chitra bujha diya ho. 

Jo saste bina-taar tantra ke saath karte ho wahi kiya. Doorbhash ki rekhaen dekhin. Upkaran band-khola. Thaile mein grahak-peti ki bagal thapki. 

Yatri-griha ki khidki tak gaya jaise deewar se door honese doosri gali ka sanket sudhre. 

Wait kiya, saans ke neeche gaali deta, mutthi abhi ling par jaise murkh sochta ho pakde rakhne se raat na khatam hogi. 

Lagbhag paanch minat baad rekha phir jakdi. 

Is baar thap nahi suni. 

Choosna suna. 

Vishal, geeli, saaf munh ki awazen. Vinamra chumma nahi. Honthon ka ling ke aas-paas ghana kheenchaav, thook, ek ubkaai jo chhupane ki koshish, uske oopar uski saans, kabhi-kabhi daba karahna jab jeebh par kaanpta. 

Do ghante ki chudai us cheez par khatam hui jise qasam khaayi thi nahi karegi, aur kaan ke yantra usse bhar gaye jab main kiraye ke palang par baitha aur phir sahlaane laga apni maa ki awaz par jo dekh rahi thi veerya yoni mein na gire. 






 

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Pehle awaz mein mehsoos hua, taal mein baad mein: woh chahti thi woh jaldi samapt kare. 


Do ghante ke sambhog ke baad munh ka kaam prem nahi. Yeh stree hai jo niyantran karna chahti hai veerya kahan jaye. Agar munh mein gire to yoni mein na gire. Yahi uska sauda tha. Isliye tez ki. 

Suna choosna chhota aur kasaa hota gaya, kam savdhan, zyada kaam jaisa. Munh-se-chudai mein ek aur kaamuk baat hoti hai aur seedha kahunga. Jab stree thaki ho aur phir bhi “saaf ant” chahti ho, neeche haath rakhti hai aur shir par munh ek saath. 

Mutthi ki geeli dhakel aur honth milkar sirf honthon se jaldi giraate hain. 

Woh dohra shor suna: sarrak, chamdi, sarrak. Woh mutthi se dhakelti choosti rahi. Ise “khatam karna” kehti. Phir bhi ganda suna. 

Phir woh karaha. 

Purush ka girne wala karahna stree ke karahne jaisa nahi. Neeche se aata hai. Seene mein atakta hai. 








Suna woh jakda, suna uske munh ki geeli mohar us par rahi, suna bhaar ka ghana nigalne-sa aarambh jab veerya us jeebh par pada jo wahan nahi chahti thi. 

“Aah—lo—Shobha—mat hatao—” 

Usne uske aas-paas gala-ghuta shor kiya. Shabd nahi. Bhare munh ki awaz. 

“Yahi. Poora. Andar rakho. Raat bhar andar rehne ke baad fars h par mat barbaad karo.” 

Usne ling munh se nikaala. 

Geeli phat suna, phir woh bolne ki koshish veerya jeebh par baithe. Spasht nahi tha. Ghana, bigada, aadhe shabd, aadha thook. 

“Mmnh—Vivek—mat— maine kaha— nnnh—mere—” 

“Mat thookna.” Awaz ab karari thi, baad-awaz. “Himmat na karna thookne ki. Thaame raho. Dekhna chahta hoon jo wada kiya woh rakha.” 

“Maine— mmph—yeh wada nahi—” 

“Munh chuna taaki yoni na bharun. To nigalo. Yahi keemat hai.” 

Phir meethe shabd, jo chaal purush tab chalate hain jab ant ki kathor cheez bina nal tak daude karwani ho. 

“Aaram se. Naak se saans. Bhali. Sirf main hoon. Kathin hissa ho chuka. Neeche bhej do. Bas. Socho mat. Pi lo.” 

Mere sir mein chhaviyan seedhi aur gandi thin. Maa apne shayankaksh mein ghutnon par ya kamar se jhuki, munh Vivek se bhara, barish abhi chhat par, kahin peeche parivaar ki tasveer, pita ke anuttarit aahvan chup doorbhash par dher. 

Soicha: thookegi. Soicha: agar nigal li to raat us tarah poori ho jo saabun nahi mitaata. 

Soicha un chaabiyon ki jo paudhe ke gamle ke neeche chhodi thin. Soicha yatri-griha mein apni mutthi apne ling par aur yeh ki chakit hone ka adhikar nahi. 

Usne sab nigal liya. 

Jaana kyunki geeli baat-awaz bhare munh se gale ki awaz ban gayi. 

Veerya nigalna koi rahasya nahi. Ghutan sunte ho. Baad mein hansphun, kyunki namak aur ghanatva ek pal gala band karte hain. Woh hansphi. Phir ek chhoti khansi, lajjit. 

“Dikhao,” usne kaha. “Munh kholo.” 

“Vivek—” 

“Munh kholo. Dekhna chahta hoon gaya. Vishwas nahi ek vivahit stree snaangrih daudkar nal mein na thooke.” 








Main us hukum ke kaan ke yantra mein rehte hue gir gaya. 

Kaaran uljha nahi. Choosne ke dauran ling mal raha tha. Jab usne kaha munh kholo yeh sabit karne ko veerya nigal liya, dimaag ne aakhiri kundi daba di. 

Apne pet aur yatri-griha ki chadar par gira, kamar uchalti, daant takiye mein taaki us kamre mein na chillaun jo mera nahi. 

Gira kyunki maa ki aakhiri bhadra chhavi prasaran par mar gayi. Yahi saaf kyun. 

Suna munh khola. 

Hawa. Honth khulne ki chhoti geeli awaz. Shabdon ka vivad nahi, sirf ghutan ke baad aagya-palan. 

“Khali,” usne kaha. “Achha. Sab liya. Kaho sab liya.” 

“Liya. Aah—munh tumhara swad hai. Is vaakya se nafrat hai.” 

“Munh sach ka swad hai. Baith jao pehle ghutne jayen.” 

Woh palang par haanfata soya. 

Yahi karte hain do ghante plus ek viram. Shareer tanav giraata hai, phephde pakadne ki koshish. 

Gadda uska bojh leta suna, ek bhaari saans, phir ek aur, pankha us purush par tik-tik karta jisne doosre purush ki patni istemal ki aur ek minat ke liye baat band ki. 

Maa snaangrih gayi. 

Kadam. Kaisi. Nal. Lamba snaan nahi. Munh ki chhoti dhuai, shayad chehra. Phir kadam, shayankaksh wapas. Maine snaangrih ka bina-taar sambandh khola. 








Nal khulne aur ubkaai ki alag awazen saaf thin. Padh saka maa munh dho rahi thi taaki man se munh ki ashuddhata dho de. 

Par vastav mein khud se jhoot bol rahi thi, Chacha Vivek ka veerya nahi dho sakti thi jo abhi nigala. Baad mein shayankaksh wapas gayi aur Chacha Vivek ko abhi nanga palang par haanfata paya. 

“Yahan so nahi sakte,” usne kaha. Awaz bhaari thi. “Utho. Atithi-griha jao. Agar subah beta aaye aur is palang par paaye to koi kahaani nahi. Agar pati jaldi aaye to jeevan nahi.” 

“Barish—” 

“Barish koi gawah nahi jise nyayalay bula sakun. Jao. Peeche se jao. Jo uthane se zyada diya woh de chuki.” 

Usne chuma. Suna. Ab naram, bhookha nahi. Us purush ka chumma jo leke ja raha jo lene aaya tha. 

Phir aage-ya-peeche ka dwar, rasoi-taraf ke risav par bhi dheema, aur woh gaya. 

Palang ki raah usne gaali di. Apne shabd, thake, niji. Khud se baat shuru ki..... 

“Kutta. Chaabi-chor. Tum, mere bete ki madad se. Mere ghar ko naali bana diya. Dwar par chekhna chahiye tha. Doorbhash phenkna chahiye tha. Nigal liya. Kaun si stree nigalti hai. Bhagwan. Kaun si stree.” 

Snaan nahi kiya. 

Jaana kyunki lamba fuhara-sar-sar nahi, na balti-aur-lota wala taal jo hamare ghar mein hamesha hota. Uske gandh mein let gayi. Paseena. Sambhog. Saans par veerya ki khatti-meethi. 

Yoni ki geelapan jo jaanghon par sookh chuki. Patni-chadar par purush-gandh. 

Sone se pehle dho daalne ki parvah nahi. Yeh kavita nahi. 








Yeh thakaan plus woh shareer jo rekha paar kar chuka tha aur do baje saabun se natak karne ki shakti nahi rakhta tha. 

Barish chalti rahi. Main yatri-griha mein prasaran dheeme khula chhodkar so gaya aur der se jaga. 

Agle din uthkar kamra nirdosh dikhaya. Abhi pet ke bal so rahi thi. 








Subah jagte-jagte bhi kamre mein sambhog aur chudai ki gandh thi. 

Us pavitra kaksh mein pichhli raat jo hua itna apavitra tha ki baat bhi nahi karni chahti thi. 

Subah uthna kathin laga kyunki thaki thi, ghrina thi. Phir snaan karke shayankaksh sajane lagi. 

Yeh kaam khaas hai. Saaf dikhti chadar utari, ya palat di. Tooti pyali uthayi. 

Khidki kholi taaki paseene aur sambhog ki gandh nikal jaye. Fars h ke kapde mojhe. 

Palang us tarah banaya jaise patni banati hai: kase kone, takiye lade, vivah phir asbab jaisa. 

Lambe chudai ke baad kamre ka ek roop hota hai—tedha deepak, dagda kapda, gaddhe mein daar jo do shareer kahe. 

Usne woh roop mita diya. Isliye nahi ki pavitra mehsoos kiya. Isliye ki pita aa rahe the aur main aa raha tha aur praman ek bhasha hai jo abhi tez bolti thi. 

Main gyarah aaya. 

Gyarah isliye aaya kyunki yatri-griha ka snaan chahiye tha aur chehra us ladke jaisa chahiye tha jo mitra ke yahan soya ho, uska nahi jisne maa ko veerya nigalte suna ho. 

Gyarah isliye bhi aaya kyunki din-ujale mein ghar se guzarti dekhna tha raat shareer par tiki hai ya nahi. 

Woh shayankaksh mein khud se baat karti. Main dehleez ki daar mein khada raha jaise doorbhash-wali raat, aur suna. Use pata nahi tha. 



“Pati ke palang par purush ko munh istemal karne diya. Bees varsh is ghar mein deepak jalaya aur pichhli raat deewar par karahi. Apne hi ghar ko maila kiya. Unka ghar nahi. Tumhara. Inhi kamron mein pakati ho. Inhi kamron mein beta pala. Aur doosre purush par baithi jaise naam hi na ho. Khud se kaha sirf khatam kar rahi hoon. Us par peeche gayi. Chuma. Nigal liya.” 

Main sunta raha, woh khud ko daantti rahi. 








“Bhadra stree chadar jala deti. Tumne mojhi. Saaf sadi aur gandi yaad leke ghum rahi ho. Lajja ko ghutne taan dene chahiye the. Ulte ghutne khule. Agar gali ne suna to chehra nahi bachega. Agar unhone suna to ghar nahi bachega. Aur phir bhi shareer aakaar yaad rakhta hai. Yahi sabse bura. Paap nahi. Yaad. Tum maa ho. Maa ki tarah chalo. Almari ke saamne khade mat raho jaise haath ke kapde pichhli raat dho denge.” 



Mutthi mein dheeme hans pada. 

Hansa kyunki aalochana ulti disha mein nirlajj thi: gandi tathyon ko poore vaakyon mein gina rahi thi jab blauzen mojh rahi thi. 

Jo stree raat sach-sach mitaana chahe, use khulkar dohraati nahi. Khud ko daant rahi thi aur daant mein har tukda phir chhu rahi thi. 

Jab chali to dekha. 

Neel-harit blauz un bhaari stanon par neeche baithi. Sadi us bade nitamb ko aise jakde jaise kapda us shareer ko jakde jisme bojh ho. Pichhli raat us nitamb par thappar pade the. Chamdi thappar ko garmi ki tarah yaad rakhti hai, phir halki komalta jab baithti ya saya kasata hai. 

Thodi savdhani se chali, ghayal nahi, bas jaanti hui. 

Pallu do baar chhati par kheencha, jo tab karti hai jab dekhi jaati mehsoos ho, chahe nazar sirf uske sir mein ho. Snaangrih ke dwar par ruki aur munh chhua, ek chhoti ponchh, jaise swad abhi bhi ho. 








Yahi chhoti baaten thin jo dikhati thin Vivek ki chudai pasand aa sakti thi chahe gaali deti rahe. 

Jo sirf sehti hai apna munh baar-baar nahi dekhti. Jo sirf sehti hai aise nahi chalti jaise sadi nitambon par achanak bahut imandaar ho. 

Us ghante use maa ki tarah nahi dekha. 

Maa woh hai jo poochhe khaya ya nahi. Saamne wali ek kaamuk deh thi saaf ghar mein, ek raat uthaye hue jo pita ki nahi. 

Jab ek stree ko doosre purush ka veerya nigalte sun lo, maa shabd us par waisa nahi baithta. Yeh kathor hai. Mere sir mein yahi hua. 

Ghar sadharan dikha. 

Isliye koi mail ka naam nahi le sakta tha. Gandh gayi. Pyali gayi. Palang saaf. Rasoi mamuli. 

Deepak apni jagah. Agar paap ka roop hota, use apni khamoshi mein band kar chuki thi. 

Pita dopahar aaye. 

Unka swagat paath-pustak ki patni jaisa kiya. Thaila liya. Rel poochi. 

Kaha barish bhaari thi. Kaha main bahar raha aur der subah lautaa. 

Awaz barabar. Chehra bhojan-mez wala: maujood, thoda thaka, phata nahi. 

Main unke baithte hue andar aaya, to hum teen phir wahi aakaar bane. Putra. Pita. Maa. Dhatu ki thaliyan. 

Chawal. Tarkari. Deewar par panjika ke devata. Agar pichhli raat apraadh-sthal thi, din-ujale ne rang pher diya. 

Unhone khaya. 

Woh udas dikhi. 








Udas aur kshama-yaachak ek nahi. Udas aankhon mein thi aur us tarike mein jaise muh mein bhojan daalti bina swad liye. 

Niwalon ke beech gaal haath par tikati. Roti ka tukda toda aur khana bhool gayi. 

Uttar der se deti, jaise prashn ko pehle pichhli raat se guzarna pade. 

Yeh us sir ke chinh hain jo vicharon se bhara ho. Jo stree deewar, tootti pyali, ek munh-bhar jo nahi lena chahiye tha, dohra rahi ho, dopahar-bhojan par nahi chamkti. 

“Tum chup ho,” pita ne kaha. “Baithne se do poore vaakya nahi kahe. Kya hai?” 

“Barish. Neend achhi nahi. Ghar soona laga.” 

“Soona kaise? Ladka mitra ke yahan tha. Itna hi.” 

“Jaanti hoon. Phir bhi kamre chup hon to achha nahi lagta. Khao. Rel ka bhojan kabhi kaafi nahi.” 

“Kuch hua kya?” 

“Kya hota? Tala lage. Sone chali gayi.” 

Unhone chabaya, use dekhte. 

“Sochi-samjhi dikhti ho. Sirf thaki nahi. Sochi-samjhi.” 

“Peeche khidki ke kareeb risav soch rahi thi. Aur tumhara rakt-chaap. Aur doodh kaafi hai ya nahi. Jab neend na aaye sir koodta hai.” 

“Bahut kood.” 

“Ghar mein stree hoon. Mera sir ek suchi hai.” 

Phir unhone woh kaha jisse mez par pet thanda ho gaya. 

“Kapde badalne gaya. Kursi par phati angiya thi, aur snaan ke kareeb fars h par antarvastra. Kab se aise chhodti ho? Kapda fars h par ho to sabko daantti ho.” 

Woh der tak jaam nahi hui. Jab sach asambhav ho to murkh uttar dene mein tez hai. Yaad hai Chacha Vivek ne pichhli raat angiya aur antarvastra phaadhe the chhodne se pehle. 

“Kaanta tuta. Kaha tha woh blauz kheenchti hai. Chirri aur phenk di. Antarvastra dhulai ke the. Subah jaldbazi mein chhante thi kyunki tumhare aane se pehle kamra achha chahiye tha. Yatra ke baad gandagi mein ghusna na ho.” 

“Kaante se phatna aur aise phatna ek nahi. Khicha hua laga.” 

“Purana dhaga. Sasta. Phenk dungi. Mere antarvastra sipahi ki tarah mat jaancho. Sem khhao.” 

“Nahi jaanch raha. Poochh raha hoon shayankaksh kyun aisa laga jaise kapde ladkar pehne.” 

“Kyunki der se uthi aur beta gyarah aaya aur palang banana tha. Yahi poora natak. Chai chahiye ya angiya ka nyayalay?” 

Woh lagbhag muskuraye, thake, ashankit. 

“Chai. Snaan ke baad. Rel ki gandh hai.” 

Snaan ko gaye. 

Ghar us fuhare-si khamoshi mein gir gaya. Main apne kamre mein tha, dwar zirak. 

Tab khidki par dastak hui. Agla dwar nahi. Raaste wali bagal ki khidki, jise log tab istemal karte hain jab gali ko faatak par na dikhana ho. 

Dekhne gayi, pehle se chirchi, pehle se badbadaati kaanch par chor ki tarah kaun thapthapata hai. 

Phir uski saans atki. Krodh aur chot ek saath. Dekhne ki zaroorat nahi thi kaanch ke us paar ka chehra jaanne ko. 

Chacha Vivek wahan the, hamare aangan mein. 

Din-ujala. Pita snaangrih mein. Putra ghar mein. Aur pichhli raat wala purush kaanch par, jaise raat ko samajh nahi aaya use barish mein rehna tha. 

Maa: Tumhe yahan nahi hona chahiye. Woh subah laut aaye. 

Vivek: Jaanta hoon. Wait kiya jab tak pani suna. 

Maa: Isse behtar nahi, aur bura. Jao. 

Vivek: Pichhli raat ke baad bhi aise baat jaise faatak par ajnabi hoon. 








Khidki se use dekha aur ek pal palak bhi nahi jhapkai. Kaanch par pichhli raat ki barish ka halka lepan abhi tha. 

Peeche ghar dopahar ka mamuli kaam kar raha tha: rasoi mein thaliyan, snaangrih mein nal, mera dwar aadha band. 

Saamne woh purush tha jiska veerya kuch hi ghante pehle nigala tha, din-ujale khada jaise raat ne wapas aane ki ijazat di ho. 

Khidki itni hi kholi ki baat ho, itni nahi ki haath ghus aaye. 

“Hato. Sun rahe ho? Abhi hato. Mera pati is ghar mein hai.” 

Vivek muskuraya. Ghabraya hua nahi. Us purush ki muskaan jo pehle se andar rah chuka ho aur use vishwas na ho khidki ka tala kuch maayne rakhta hai. 

“Sun raha hoon. Pichhli raat veshya jaisi karahte bhi suna. Munh se bahut kuch kaha usse pehle use aur kaam mein lagaya.” 

“Yahan woh baat shuru karne ki himmat na karna. Padosi kapde ke liye nikal aaye to yeh taraf dikhe. Beta ghar par hai. Pati snaan kar rahe hain. Dhoop mein tumhara chehra nahi dekhna. Pichhli raat band adhyay thi. Agle din vivahit stree ki khidki par doodh laane wale ki tarah mat khatkhatana.” 

“Doodh nahi laya. Aaya kyunki us neel-harit sadi mein dekhna tha. Chhati par kasi. Pati ke saath bhojan ke liye pehni, hai na?” 

“Pati ke saath khane ko kya pehna tumhara kaam nahi. Jao.” 

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“Khidki aur kholo. Cheer se baat karta murkh lagta hoon.” 

“Khade hokar hi murkh lagte ho. Agar purush ki awaz suni to gardan par saabun liye nikalenge phir kya kahun? Yeh gali ka mitra hai jisne palang par itna chhoda ki pyali giri? Yahi vaakya riyaz karna hai?” 

“Ghutnon par usse bure vaakya riyaz kar chuki. Peechhe aangan mein aao.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kuch dena hai.” 

“Tumse kuch nahi chahiye. Doorii chahiye. Chaabi bhool jao. Mera munh bhool jao. Apne ghar wapas chalo aur wahan raho jab tak apne sir mein phir ijjatdar stree na ban jaun.” 

Usne kandha deewar se lagaya, abhi muskurata, poori tarah befikr, jaise pita ka snaan ek mazak ho jiska anand lene ki ijazat ho. 

“Ijjatdar striyan nigalti nahi. Khidki par us nazar ke saath bhi nahi aatin. Gussa isliye hai ki aa gaya. Gussa isliye bhi ki ek hissa jaanta tha aaunga.” 

“Aisi koi baat nahi jaanti thi. Atithi-griha sone ko kaha. Kaha beta aa sakta hai. Kaha pati aa sakte hain. Dono hue. Woh yahan hain. Ladka yahan hai. Tum hi ek murkh ho jo gaya nahi raha.” 

“Peechhe aangan aao to baad mein gaya rahunga. Tees pal. Jeb mein ek chhoti cheez. Phir bagal se nikalta hoon, koi nahi dekhta.” 

“Agar jeb mein hai to jeb mein hi raho. Main ghar se nikal kar peepon ke peeche sasti stree ki tarah milne nahi jaungi.” 

“Phir phir khatkhatata hoon. Tez. Shayad naam loon. Shobha. Shobha. Snaangrih sun lega.” 

Maa do baar sochne ko chhoot gayi, peeche snaangrih dekhti rahi jahan pita snaan kar rahe the. Phir Chacha Vivek ko dekha, phir aakhir bahar kadam rakha. Agle prakarana mein jaano peechhe aangan mein maa aur Chacha Vivek ne kya kiya. 

Aur kya “uphaar” dene ka irada tha? Kya sachcha uphaar tha? 

 

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Usne khidki ki kundi itna kasa ki dhatu chatak gayi. 


Yahi awaz ek pareshan stree karti hai jab samajh aaye bahar wala purush dopahar jalaane ko taiyar hai bas use dwar se nikalne ke liye. 

“Tum nahi karoge.” 

“Aazmao. Pichhli raat teen ghante chhoda. Saabun ki batti se nahi darta.” 

Woh naak se saans leti khadi rahi. Chehre par us patni ka poora hisab dikha jo vyabhichar kar chuki ho aur ab praman mitana chahe. Agar chekhti to pita aate. 

Agar ankaan karti to khatkhatata. Agar bahar jaati to use aangan se apne haathon dhakel sakti aur snaan khatam hone se pehle laut aati. Isliye striyan us cheez ki taraf kadam rakhti hain jise qasam khaati hain nahi chahti. 

Hamesha isliye nahi ki bhookh ho. Kabhi isliye ki bhookh ho chuki, aur ab gandagi sambhalni hai. 

“Agar niklun to do aur chale jao. Chhuna nahi. Pichhli raat ki baat nahi. Aisi muskaan nahi.” 

“Aao.” 

Khidki band ki, hatheliyan pallu par ponchin, rasoi se peeche nikal gayi. Main us raaste par gaya jahan purani jaali aangan dekhti hai. Pita abhi snaan kar rahe the. 

Samay saaf karne ko theek se kahunga. Hamare ghar mein yatra ke baad snaan lamba vidhi hai. Balti bharte hain. Haath se pani jaachte hain. 

Baal do baar dhote hain kyunki rel ki dhool khopdi par baithti hai. Khud se baat karte hain. Chhoti krtrim chauki lete hain. 

Garam-nal tik-tik karta rehta hai. Dwar andar se sata rehta hai. Woh shor parda hai. Matlab Vivek ke paas minat the, ghante nahi, par usse zyada minat jitne ek savdhan purush ko chahiye nahi hone chahiye. 

Peechha aangan ujala aur mamuli tha. Dhulai ki dor. Dhatu ke bartan. Dhoop se udii baithak wali krtrim kursi. 

Mitti par geele nishan jahan kisi ne balti ka pani phenka tha. Neel-harit sadi mein nikli, blauz kasi, nitamb bhaari, kalaiyon par kangan, aur pehle hi kadam par pachtati dikhi. 

“Dikhao aur jao.” 

Vivek bagal ke raste se aaya jaise yahin rehta ho. Bina lajja oopar-neeche dekha. 

“Gusse mein bhi aise khadi ho. Chhati bahar. Mota nitamb sadi thaame jaise kapda bhaagyashali ho.” 

“Mat dekho. Dekhe jaane nahi aayi. Kya laya?” 

“Ek minat.” 

“Nahi. Abhi. Nikli sirf isliye ki tumhe bhagaoon. Samajh aaya? Kuch shuru karne nahi nikli. Nikli kyunki tum woh pareshani ho jo stree vinay se maange to chalti nahi.” 

“Vinay se nahi maanga. Kaanch se phunkara.” 

“Aur tez phunkarungi. Pati snaangrih mein hain. Agar naam lein to rasoi se jawab dena hai, tumhare pairon se nahi. Woh cheez do.” 

“Pehle mere liye kuch karna hoga.” 

Woh sach-sach hansi, chhoti aur kathor. 

“Yahi to. Jaanti thi kuch chahiye. Purush khidki par aisi muskaan nahi rakhta jo pichhli raat kiya uske baad jab tak dusra tukda na chahe. Main dukan nahi. Doosri vastu ke liye wapas nahi aate.” 

“Chhoti si baat hai.” 

“Pichhli raat bhi tumhare munh mein chhoti si baat thi. Phir peeth ke bal thi. Phir apne palang par ghutnon par. Phir jagte hue gale mein tumhara swad tha. Peechhe aangan mein koi chhoti si baat nahi karungi.” 

“Karogi. Kyunki nikli. Kyunki abhi thappar nahi maara. Kyunki aankhein patloon par girti hain jab sochti ho main kapdon ki dor dekh raha hoon.” 

“Aankhein jahan chahein dekhen. Dekhna ijazat nahi. Tumhare saath sambandh nahi chahti, Vivek. Yeh shabd suno jab tak chipke. Sambandh. Aaj raat ank pad dungi. Logon se kahungi satate ho. Mandir mein khadi hokar Bhagwan se jhoot bolungi usse pehle ki is vivah ko tumhara khel-maidaan banne dun.” 

“Pehle hi yoni chhodne di. Pati ke palang par karahi. Bhool ke aas-paas taangein lapeti aur ab chahti ho dopahar mein bhool vinamra bane.” 

“Yaad mat dilao.” 

“Kyun? Isliye ki geela karti hai ya isliye ki imandaar karti hai?” 

“Isliye ki pati us deewar ke peeche khud dho rahe hain, aur tum aise baat jaise un striyon mein se hoon jinko paise dete ho. Nahi hoon. Is ghar mein pakati hoon. Is ghar mein putra pala. Mitti par tumhare liye nahi jhukungi kyunki tumne faisla kiya pichhli raat ek dwar hai jisse baar-baar ghusa jaaye.” 

Woh kareeb aaya. Muskaan rahi. Sur komal nahi hua. 

“Ghutnon par.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kaha ghutnon par. Munh chahiye. Abhi chahiye. Phir jo laya milta hai aur main nikalta hoon usse pehle unhe angochha mile.” 

“Din-ujale munh nahi lagane wali. Paagal ho? Chhaten hain. Dwar hai. Snaangrih mein purush hai jo sochta hai main patni hoon.” 

“Woh jo sochna chahe soch le. Tumhara munh pehle se jaanta hai woh kya hai.” 

Usne rasoi ki taraf peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Usne dono haath kandhon par rakh diye. Thappar nahi. Mazboot neeche ka dabav, jaise purush stree ko tab hilata hai jab faisla ho chuka ho baat khatam. Pehle kandhe jaate hain. Agar ghutne dar se pehle se kamzor hon to mukadte hain. Uske mukad gaye. 








Woh kasii mitti par kapde aur saans ki awaz ke saath baithi. Sadi nitambon ke aas-paas faili. 

Chehra uski peti ki oonchai par aaya. Ek jhumka jhoola. Hatheliyan hawa mein ruki jaise jaanghen dhakelengi, phir sirf ruki rahi. 

“Haath hatao. Jhukne ki sahmati nahi di.” 

“Jhuk rahi ho. Sahmati baad mein aa jaye.” 

“Yeh zabardasti hai.” 

“Yeh jaldbazi hai. Woh snaan kar rahe hain. Mandir-baat ke liye samay nahi.” 

Dabav samjhaata hoon taaki koi rahasya na samjhe. Jo purush jokhim ki jagah munh ka kaam chahe, kavita ka wait nahi karta. Kandhon par bojh isliye kyunki khadi-bahar se munh-oonchai tak sabse chhota rasta yahi hai. 

Chekh sakti thi. Cheekh pita ko geele-nange nikaalti us drishya par jo ek nazar mein vivah khatam kar deta. 

Yahi kathor phanda tha. Khamoshi ghar khada rakhti. Khamoshi use ghutnon par bhi chhodti. 

“Yeh nahi chahti,” usne kaha, mitti dekhti, phir uski kari, phir pher li. “Tumhara sambandh nahi chahti. Tumhara uphaar nahi chahti. Dhoop mein woh vastu nahi dekhna. Uthaao.” 

“Pichhli raat kaha nahi chahti jab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jakad rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jeebh par veerya tha. Tumhara na der se aane ki aadat rakhta hai.” 

“Tum ghrinit ho.” 

“Tum vivahit ho aur ghutnon par. Gaaliyon ka sauda baad mein, pehle kholo.” 

Usne sirf kari kholi. 

Patloon nahi utari. Yeh vivaran maayne rakhta hai aur seedhi bhasha mein kahunga. Agar pati phootkar nikle aur purush ki patloon jaanghon par ho, duniya mein koi kahaani nahi bachi jo kisi ko bachaaye. 

Agar ling kari se nikaala ho to wapas dhakela jaaye, kari kheenchii jaaye, aur ek pal tasveer do logon ki baat jaisi lage. Yeh kapde utarne ka kayar roop hai. 

Yahi roop peechhe aangan mein chalta hai. Bhuri patloon oopar rahi. 

Neeli kamiz kaafi ghusii rahi. Sirf woh mota, saanwala ling dopahar mein nikal aaya, pehle se bhaari, pehle se uske munh ke kareeb. 

Usne chehra itna pheraa ki baal gaal par gir gaye. Phir usne chumma shuru kiya. Kisi kaaran maa ne chumte hue uska sir thaam liya. Ek pal uljhan hui maa kyun thaam rahi hai jab woh chum raha hai. 








Phir chumma band kiya aur ling munh mein dhakelne laga. 

“Hatao. Yahan nahi dekh rahi. Dhoop us par hai. Yeh nirlajj hai.” 

“Bhaap wale snaangrih mein dekha. Tab dekha jab main oopar tha. Tab dekha jab nigalne ke baad kholne ko kaha. Ab andhapan ka natak mat karo.” 

“Ank laga dungi. Tumhe barbaad karungi usse pehle tum mujhe karo. Pati se kahungi ekstra chaabi se zabardasti ghuse.” 

“Aur main kahunga jab us bade nitamb par thappar maara to kaisi suni. Dono jal sakte hain. Ya do minat mein yeh niptao aur main nikalun.” 

Vichaar chehre par likhe the chahe bole nahi. Lagbhag suchi suni: Woh bahar hai. Main neeche hoon. Kaatun to chillaayega. Chekhun to pati aayenge. 

Khadi hoon to phir pakdega. Jaldi karun to shayad chala jaye. 

Nafrat hai. Chaabi se nafrat. Putra se nafrat us hisse ke liye jo abhi khud se nahi maana. 

Pichhli raat ka swad abhi hai. Ghutne dard karte hain. Yeh sadi iske liye bahut ujali hai. Khidki kabhi nahi kholni chahiye thi. 

Phir choos rahi thi. 

Chalit-chitra ke katav jaisa ek saath nahi. Pehle haath aaya kyunki ghutnon par stree ko santulan kahi rakhna padta hai. 

Patloon ke through jaangh pakdi. 

Phir ling ko us tarah dekha jaise koi us samasya ko dekhe jo ek baar suljha chuki ho aur phir kabhi na suljhaane ki ummeed rakhti ho. Phir munh lagaya. 

Peechha aangan ne shayankaksh se bura dikhaya. Shayankaksh mein barish thi, andhera, pankha. 

Yahan baal par dhoop thi, honth ke kone ki geelapan par dhoop, us moti dhal par dhoop jab kasi neel-harit kapde mein edi par baithi. 

Dopahar-bhojan ki patni, rasoi ke masale ki halki gandh abhi, honthon ke beech doosre purush ka ling jab pati satae snaangrih ke peeche shareer se rel ki dhool ragar rahe hon. 

Uske sir mein, agar aankhon ke baithne se shabd rakhun, prem nahi tha. 

Munh se nuksaan-niyantran tha. Kathor karo. Kareeb lao. Mat karaho. 

Nishan mat chhodo. Thook blauz par us jagah na gire jahan pita dekhein. Ginti karo. Seho. Khatam karo. 

Yeh baat ki pita snaan kar rahe the ise komal tarike se nahi, kathor tarike se aur kaamuk banati thi. Ek dwar door pati nirdosh, nange, gun-guna rahe the. Sochte the patni ghar mein patni ban rahi hai. 

Sochte the peechha aangan bartan aur sookhte kapdon ka hai. Ulte aangan uska munh wahi ling kaam kar raha tha jo pichhli raat yoni mein tha. Dono drishya ek deewar baantte the. Yahi poora kaamuk yantra hai. 

Na mombatti. Na sangeet. Ek saath nal chalta aur kari khuli. 

“Jeebh lagao,” Vivek ne kaha, awaz neeche, maangti, lagbhag oob is vishwas se. “Shir ke neeche. Pichhli raat kiya tha jab jaldi samapt karwana tha. Phir karo.” 

Jawab nahi diya. Choosa. Awaz geeli, chhoti, nirlajj thi mamuli aangan ke shor ke khilaf: ek kauwa, door koi du-chakra, dor par dhule kapde se tapkan. 








“Aisi chup mat ho jao jaise khamoshi wafadar bana de. Pati seena sahla rahe hain aur tum mujhe chamka rahi ho. Aaj is ghar ka yahi sach hai.” 

Itna hataayi ki phusphusa sake, thook shabdon se juda. 

“Itni tez bolo to ruk jaungi. Snaangrih koi doosra nagar nahi.” 

“Phir dheeme aur gehra chooso. Mujhe gaya chahti ho. Yahi rasta hai.” 

Phir neeche gayi. Kangan ek baar patloon se chhanke. Awaz par jaam hui, ghar ki taraf suni, phir us stree ki tarah jaari rahi jo chura rahi ho. 

Woh bolta raha kyunki shabd pasand hain jaise kuch purushon ko kamar par haath. 

“Niji kulta. Yahi padvi. Mitra nahi. Prem-katha nahi. Jab ghar mein hon to peeche aao. Jab rel par hon to aage kholo. Main is par palaunga aur tum deepak jalti rahogi aur unki kamiz mojhogi. Vaakya pasand karne ki zaroorat nahi. Is munh ki suchi chahiye.” 

“Tumhari suchi par kabhi nahi aaungi.” 

“Abhi usi par ho.” 

Ruk gayi. 

Ek pal laga aakhir vivah chuna. Itni jaldi uthi ki ghutnon ne mitti par do nishan chhode. Vivek ka ling hawa mein jhoola, usse geela. 

Us dwar tak gayi jo rasoi-taraf se peechhe aangan kholta hai, purani silli wala lakdi ka. 

Band kiya. Silli andar sarkaayi. 

Phir mitti paar wapas aayi, latkte kapdon ko ek nazar dekha jaise report kar denge, aur usi jagah jhuki aur use phir munh mein liya. 

Yeh kram ajeeb tab tak hai jab tak samjhaao. Jo stree kaam khatam chahe, dwar se ghar mein jaati hai aur wahi rehti hai. Jo stree aangan-taraf se dwar silli karti hai, nahi bhaag rahi. 

Woh khule aasman mein ek chhota niji kaksh bana rahi hai. Bina kahe keh rahi hai, yeh niptaungi par niptate hue nahi dikhungi. Silli ke baad jhukna pehle jhukne se bura hai. 

Pehla chot kaha ja sakta hai. Doosra faisla hai. Usne pati aur honthon ki tasveer ke beech lakdi ka tukda rakhkar kuch minat aur choosne ka chuna. 

Vivek ne turant samjha. Kyun na samajhta. 

“Yahi to hai. Imandaar wali. Unhe bahar rakho. Mujhe andar. Yahi tarika vivahit kulta samasya suljhati hai.” 

Choosti rahi aur chup rahi. Khamoshi aakhiri ijjat thi aur patli ijjat thi. 








“Oopar dekho. Aankhein chahiye. Mitti ki puja mat karo. Jo kar rahi ho uski karo.” 

Pehle nahi dekha. Phir dekha, gusse se, aankhein chamakti, munh khicha, aur nazar prem nahi thi. Us stree ki thi jo jaanti ho kuch mein kadam rakh diya jo sadi se nahi dhulega. 

Ek aur kaamuk baat hui jo kisi ne nahi maangi aur jo wahan khada hota to sab dekhta. Usne munh ke saath neeche mutthi bhi usi taal mein lagani shuru ki. 

Ungliyon ka sakht chhalla. Geela sarak. Yahi tarika purush ko jaldi giraane ka jab swad ya samay seha na jaaye. Uske liye pradarshan nahi. Use khali karna chahti thi. 

Aur baat: thook ikattha hua aur munh ke kone se blauz ke neeche kate stan ke oopar-swell par bahaa. Shayankaksh mein yeh parchaai hoti. Peechhe aangan mein bhuri chamdi par chamakti rekha thi. 

Kalai ke peeche se der se poncha, aur kalai ne lepan chhoda. Phir bhi choosti rahi. 

“Achha,” usne dabakar kaha. “Yahi gala jiske liye dhairya diya. Ise rakhwaunga. Kari ki awaz aise yaad karwaunga jaise mandir ki ghanti. Ek pavitra. Ek meri.” 

“Inhe mat tulo.” 

Shabd uske aas-paas dabe, murkh aur geele nikal. Usne saans ke neeche hansa. 

“Phir dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein mat jhuko.” 

Itna dooba tha munh, silli aur latkte kapde dekhne mein ki snaangrih dhyan nahi aaya. 

Garam-nal ki tik band. Balti ki awaz band. Pita ka be-sur gun-gunana band. 

“Shobha?” 

Pita ki awaz andar se aayi, mamuli, thodi chirchiri us tarah jaise purush ko angochha na mile. 

“Shobha, kahan gayi? Yeh angochha kursi par nahi. Kya doosre kamre le gayi?” 

Woh jaam hui, woh abhi jeebh par tha. Aankhein itni jaldi phailin ki dard laga. 

Vivek ne baal mein haath diya, naram nahi, peeche jhatakkar shor na kare. 

Pita ke kadam ghar se guzre. Rasoi. Phir raasta. Phir peechhe aangan ka dwar. 

Dastak vinamra nahi thi. Pati ki thi jo sochta hai ghar khulega. 

“Shobha. Yeh dwar us taraf se kyun sata hai? Bahar ho kya? Dwar ke saath kya kar rahi ho?” 

Phir bulaya, kareeb. 

“Shobha. Jawab do. Main yahan chhoti jannghia mein pani liye khada hoon. Kholo.” 

Jaali se uska chehra dekha. 

Dahshat koi kavita-shabd nahi. Yeh doosre purush se bhara munh hai aur ek silli ke us paar pati. Yeh neel-harit blauz par thook hai aur kari jo silli sarakne jitne samay mein bhadra nahi ban sakti. 

Yeh woh stree hai jo Vivek ko gaya chahti thi, jo sirf bhagane nikli thi, jisne munh ka kaam chhupane dwar sataaya, aur ab samajhi chhupna aur pakde jaana kabhi ek hi aakaar hote hain. 

Haath uski jaanghon par the. Ghutne mitti mein the. Pati uska naam lete rahe jaise dopahar abhi nirdosh ho. 

 

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Dastak ke baad uski khamoshi khali nahi thi. Woh sandesh thi. Ruko. Nikaalo. Jao usse pehle yeh dwar antim-sanskaar ban jaye. 


Woh ghutnon par rahi, woh abhi munh mein tha, aur hilna band kiya, jaise stambhata hi Vivek ko samjha de khel khatam. 

Woh jaana nahi chahta tha. 

Ek haath baal mein rakhe neeche se bola, awaz aangan jitni chhoti, mere tanav jitni nahi. 

“Isliye mat ruko ki unhone khatkhataya. Woh lakdi ke us paar hain. Lakdi nahi dekhti. Jo shuru kiya poora karo.” 

Usne itna hataaya ki shabd ban sakein, adhar honth par thook chamakta. 








“Woh mujhe bula rahe hain. Matlab tum jao. Matlab yeh khatam. Main yahan tumhe bhagane nikli thi, mitti mein khuli patloon ke saath marne nahi.” 

“Yahan aayi aur phir dwar sataaya. Woh silli us stree ka kaam nahi jo mujhe gaya chahe. Woh silli us stree ka kaam hai jo do minat aur chahe.” 

“Woh do minat khatam. Unhe suno. Yeh mera pati mera naam aise le raha hai jaise ghar abhi unka ho.” 

Andar se pita ki awaz phir aayi, ab dwar ke kareeb, geeli aur chirchiri. 

“Shobha, main yahan chhoti jannghia mein khada hoon. Yeh us taraf se kyun sataaya? Dopahar mein peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi ho?” 

Usne nigala, is baar veerya nahi, sirf dar, aur awaz dwar ki taraf phenkne ki koshish ki bina Vivek ke ling se aankh hataye. 

“Aa rahi hoon. Kundi atki hai. Ek minat do. Barish ke baad gandh aayi to peepon ke kareeb naali dekh rahi thi.” 








“Kaun si naali? Jab main snaan karta hoon tum kabhi naali nahi dekhti. Dwar kholo.” 

“Kapdon ki dor bhi ek taraf giri hai. Wapas laga rahi hoon. Abhi kholun to sab gir padega. Ruko.” 

Vivek us jhoot par aise muskuraya jaise usne uske liye bandhkar diya ho. 

*“Dekho. Munh mein mera swad liye unse baat kar sakti ho. Yeh kala hai. Ab wapas rakho aur jo minat kharida barbaad mat karo,” Chacha ne kaha. 

“Minat isliye kharida ki woh vastu hatao aur bagal ki deewar paar nikal jao.” 

“Geela aur adhoora ling leke kahin nahi chadhunga. Tumne munh se shuru kiya. Munh se khatam karogi.” 

Main abhi jaali par tha, pani ki peep aur latkti kamizon ke peeche chhupa, aur yakeen nahi hua woh phir us par gayi. 

Gayi. 

Jaane ko kehne ke baad, pati ki awaz sunne ke baad, phir aage jhuki aur Vivek ka ling munh mein liya. Shir par chhota vinamra chumma nahi. Shir liya phir dandi ka aur hissa, aur haath neeche wapas aaya jaise shareer ne kaam seekh liya ho aur bhoolna na chahe. 








Chakit tha kyunki maa ki himmat dwar de marne aur chekhne jaisi honi chahiye. Uski himmat ghutnon par rehkar do purushon ko ek saath sambhalne jaisi thi, ek bahane se, ek jeebh se. 

Woh chot seedha mere jaghan mein utri. Dar aur kaam ek hi jagah baithe. Ling patloon ke khilaf itna kathor hua ki dard hua, kyunki jokhim itni kareeb thi ki silli ke us paar pita ki saans sun sakta tha. 

“Woh awaz kya hai?” pita ne achanak poocha. “Kisi se baat kar rahi ho? Geeli lagti hai. Kya bahar koi nal khula hai?” 

Prashn aaya tab woh munh mein tha. Uske aas-paas jawab dene ki koshish ki aur pehli koshish sirf dabi gandagi thi. 

Aadhi ungal hataaya, itna ki mamuli awaz bane, itna nahi ki dwar kanch hota to nirdosh dikhe. 

“Pani hai. Naali par lota daala. Nal khans raha hai. Yahi awaz hai.” 

“Nal jaisi nahi lagti.” 

“Phir main geela kapda dor se kheench rahi hoon. Pichhli raat se sab bhaari hai. Wahin ruko. Geeli tahmad mein mat niklo, phisal jaoge.” 

Vivek phusphusaya, prasann. 

“Choosne ki awaz ka dosh nal par daal diya. Maine un striyon ko paise diye jo itni jaldi jhoot nahi bol sakteen.” 

Usne oopar ghur kar dekha aur phir bhi nahi uthi. Ulte woh kiya jisse dopahar mere sir mein chhabiwali ho gayi, itni saaf ki aankh band karun to abhi dikhe. 

Usne munh ke kaam ko us saja ki tarah nahi liya jo seh rahi ho. Munh aur khola aur gehra liya, jab tak honth us mutthi se na mile jo neeche lapeti thi. Gaal khokhle hue. 

Thook patli rekha mein kone se thoodi tak baha phir neel-harit blauz ke neeche gale tak. Dhoop kale baal par baithi aur dandi ki geeli chamak par har baar jab peeche hati. 

Bhaari stan har aage jhukav par blauz ke andar hile. Bada nitamb ediyon par baitha, sadi kasii, wahi nitamb jo barish mein thappar kha chuka tha ab din-ujale mitti par khada. 

Poora ling ek taal mein choos rahi thi, chugti nahi. 

Aisa choosna batata hai stree “karungi taaki tum jao” se nikalkar “mera munh ab yeh jaanta hai” mein aa chuki. Gale ko dheela hona padta hai. 








Jabde ko aakaar sweekar karna padta hai. Jeebh ko neeche wale hisse par jaan-bujhkar kaam karna padta hai. Jo har pal se nafrat kare, daant kareeb rakhti hai, honth kasii, samay chhota. 

Usne kaam ke liye khud ko khol diya. Isliye anand dikha chahe aankhein gusse mein rahi. Gussa bhaunhon mein tha. Anand, ya kam-se-kam kaam ke saamne haar, gehraai mein thi. 

Phir woh kiya jiska yakeen nahi hua. 

Kari pakdi aur neeche kheench di. Cheer chauda khula. Patloon, pehli kheenchaav se pehle se dhili, kamar se khisaki. Pair hilaye to ghutnon tak giri, phir takhnon tak. 

Achanak woh neeli kamiz aur joote wala purush tha, patloon siki hui, poori dopahar mein ling bahar, aur meri maa dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein ghutnon par sab le rahi thi. Yakeen nahi hua woh stree meri maa ho. 

Maa kamiz mojhti hai aur bhojan poochhti hai. Is stree ne peechhe aangan mein pati ke satae dwar ke peeche naali poochhte hue purush ke kapde aur utaare. 

Vivek ne mujhe dekha. 

Main zyada jhuk gaya tha. Do latkte angochhon ke beech uska chehra mila. Ek pal munh sachchi hairani mein khula, natak nahi. 

Usne yojana nahi banayi thi main maa ke munh ki chudai dekhunga. Phir samjha main kaun hoon, aur hairani us gandi niji mazak mein badli jo chaabiyon se ban raha tha. Aankh maari. 

Maine wapas maari. 

Maari kyunki apraadh mein pehle se tha. Chaabi dekar maa chhodne ki chhutthi di thi. Yatri-griha mein suna tha. Is aangan mein galat ghar ke rakshak-kukkur jaisa khada tha. Aankh hi woh bhasha bachi thi jo shor na kare. 

Woh bhi usse chakit dikha, anand lete hue bhi. Dikha us tarike se jaise neeche use dekha phir mujhe, jaise kahe, nahi socha tha khatkhatate hue itna aage jayegi. 

Phir usne woh kiya jisne hum dono ko chakit kiya. 

Chooste hue uska haath liya aur apne sir ke peeche rakh diya. Thappar nahi. Sthapna. 

Bina bole keh rahi thi, yahan thaamo. Jo stree nikaas chahe, purush ko khopdi ki mutthi nahi deti. 

Jo kaam niptane ka faisla kar chuki ho deti hai. Vivek ki bhaunhen uthin. Mera pet gir gaya. Usne us aangan mein taal uske haath mein de diya jo kisi bhi pal phat sakta tha. 








Pita ki awaz ne disha badli. 

“Beta? Kamre mein ho? Idhar aao.” 

Mujhe bula rahe the. Main abhi peechhe aangan mein chhupa tha, maa Vivek ko choos rahi thi mere kandhe se das kadam. 

Pehli baar jawab nahi diya. Munh chala nahi. Phir bulaya, andar ke raaste ke kareeb. 

“Tumse keh raha hoon. Aao. Zaroorat hai.” 

Daudha. 

Satae dwar se nahi. Woh atmahatya hoti. Lamba rasta liya, bagal ke path se, pani-tagaar ke bagal ki patli katar se, doosre dwar se rasoi mein, asteen se chehra ponchhta jaise garmi hi akeli pareshani ho. 

Dil itna peet raha tha ki kaan mein suna. Raaste mein ruka aur us ladke jaisa dikhne ki koshish ki jo palang par tha. 

“Yahan hoon. Doosre kamre mein tha.” 

“Do baar bulaya. Jawab kyun nahi diya?” 

“Kaan ke yantra lage the. Laga Maa se baat ho rahi hai.” 

Woh geeli tahmad mein khade the, kandhon par abhi pani, chirchiraahat maathe par baithi. 

“Woh kahan hain? Peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi hain? Yeh dwar us taraf se sata hai aur naaliyan suna rahi hain.” 

“Shayad dor sach-sach giri ho. Pichhli raat barish bhaari thi. Ghar ganda lage to aisi ho jaati hain.” 

“Subah se ajeeb hain. Theek se nahi khaya. Der se jawab diya. Kamre mein phate kapde chhode. Ab apne hi aangan se baahar rakh rahi hain. Tumhe naali jaisa lagta hai?” 

“Neend nahi aayi. Kaha soona ghar satata hai. Shayad sirf thaki hain aur ek saath bahut chhote kaam kar rahi hain.” 

Uttar patla tha aur main jaanta tha. Woh bhi. Mujhe aisi nazar se dekha jaise chehre par koi dag ho jiska naam na aa raha ho. 

“Angochha lao. Kursi wala nahi hai. Unhone sarkaaya hoga.” 

Snaangrih ke kareeb almari ki taraf daudha. Haath kaanp rahe the. Kaanpan samjhaata hoon taaki rahasya na rahe. 

Abhi kathor tha. Abhi-abhi dekha maa ne ling jad tak liya jab pita nal poochh rahe the. 

Shareer neeti ka wait nahi karta. Rakt ungliyon mein nahi, ling mein tha. Angochhe khisake. Ek pakda, wapas aaya, aise diya jaise bojh zyada ho. 

Liya phir theek se dekha. 

“Aise kyun dikh rahe ho? Jaise kuch ajeeb dekh liya ho. Munh khula hai. Haath tikhe nahi.” 

“Daudha. Itna hi. Tagaar ke kareeb fars h geela hai. Lagbhag phisla.” 

“Tum aur tumhari maa dono aise chal rahe ho jaise is ghar mein pret ho. Woh prashnon par uchalti hain. Tum angochha late kaanpte ho. Do din ki yatra karke aaya hoon to do log milte nahi aankh se.” 

Angochhe se baal ponchhte rahe, baat karte, siddhant jodte kyunki asli tasveer nahi thi. 

“Jab main ladka tha dadi kehti thin bhaari barish mein soona ghar ashant cheezon ko bulaata hai. Shayad bakwas ho. Par tumhe dekho. Unhe dekho. Aaj in kamron mein kuch ulat hai. Chamdi par mehsoos ho raha hai.” 

Andar se hansa, hasya se nahi, us garmi se jo vyakti ko beemar kare. 

Sir mein unhe asli pret kaha. Tumhari patni aaj dopahar kulta hai. Peechhe aangan mein ghutnon par doosre purush ka ling munh mein liye hai. 

Pichhli raat tumhare palang par nigala. Dwar sataaya taaki na dikhe. Pret barish mein nahi. Pret Vivek ki kari aur uska gala hai. 

Kuch nahi kaha. Kaha, 

“Barish ne sabko susta diya. Ek pal mein kholengi. Angochha lagaao. Geela khade raho to sardi pakadegi.” 

Gardan par angochha liye shayankaksh ki taraf mue. 

Tab hum dono ne suna. 

Peechhe aangan se, lakdi aur hawa ke through, Vivek ki awaz phusphusahat se bahar phooti. 

“Aaahhhh.” 

Phir, lambe, asahay. 








“Aaahhhh.” 

Turant jaana Chacha Vivek uske munh mein gir chuka. 

Jaana kyunki yahi karahna pichhli raat yatri-griha ke prasaran par suna tha, wahi seene-gehri awaz jab shareer jakda aur bhaar nikla. Purush yeh shor naali ke khansne se nahi karta. 

Yeh shor tab karta hai jab munh ant tak us par rahe. Doosra karahna atirikt tha, jo tab aata hai jab pehli lahar pehle se jeebh par ho aur baaki abhi nikal raha ho. 

Pita chalna band kiye. 

Sir peechhe aangan ke dwar ki taraf phera jaise lakdi ne khud baat ki ho. 

“Yeh kya tha?” 

Aise dikhe jaise ghar ne woh awaz ki ho jiski ijazat nahi. Bhaunhen milin. 

Munh khula aur khula raha. Dwar ki taraf ek kadam liya, angochha doosre haath se latka. 

“Suna?” mujhse poocha. 

Hichkichaaya. Hichkichahat lambi pad gayi. Us viram mein unke vivah aur mere bhed ke beech chuna. 

“Kya suna?” 

“Woh awaz. Jaise purush ki. Peechhe aangan se aayi. Aise mat dekho jaise main pagal hoon. Jaanta hoon kya suna.” 

“Lagta hai agle aangan ka koi. Deewar paar se aksar bulate hain. Ya vaani-peti. Padosi dopahar-bhojan ke baad tez bajaate hain.” 

Manne wale nahi dikhe. Silli ko aise ghoora jaise ghurane se kanch ban jaye. 

“Shobha?” bulaya. “Shobha, tumhare saath bahar kaun hai?” 

Koi uttar nahi. 

Dwar ke kareeb aaye. Dikha nahi. Lakdi purani, rangi, andhi. Hathili rakhi, abhi dhakka nahi, sirf chhua, jaise purush jaanche kamra jeevit hai ya nahi. 

“Shobha, tumse keh raha hoon. Jawab do. Maine purush ki awaz suni.”