No. 0010
Aakhri Phone Call
Papa har raat nau baje phone karte the, bina naaga. "Khaana khaya?", "gaadi sambhalkar chalana", yahi roz ki baatein hoti thin. Us raat bhi phone…
Doosra Naam
Chaar saal ki shaadi, aur mujhe lagta tha hum ek-dusre ko hatheli ki lakeeron jaisa jaante hain. Phir ek raat uska phone table par baja, aur ek notification dikha — kisi aur aurat ka naam, dil wali emoji ke saath.
Maine use kuch nahi kaha us raat. Bas chupchaap dekhti rahi ki wo kaise jhooth ki ek aur parat odhta hai. Mahinon tak maine saboot jutaaye, apne hi ghar mein jasoos bankar jiya. Jab aakhirkaar maine use saamne bithaya, to usne rote hue maafi maangi, kaha "ye kuch nahi hai, bas ek galti hai." Par ek galti aath mahine tak kaise chal sakti hai?
Maine ghar chhod diya, apne maata-pita ke paas laut aayi, 32 saal ki umar mein phir se "beti" bankar. Sabse bada dard uski bewafai nahi thi — wo ye ehsaas tha ki jis insaan par maine apni poori zindagi daanv par lagaayi, wo mujhe dhokha dete waqt ek pal bhi nahi hichka. Ab main bharose ko bahut sambhalkar deti hoon, tukdon mein, dar-dar kar.
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