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…
800 Kilometer
Hum dono ke beech sirf ek screen thi, aur 800 kilometer ki doori. Roz raat das baje call aata, aur hum baatein karte-karte so jaate, phone takiye ke paas rakha rehta, jaise wo sach mein wahin leta ho.
Maine socha tha doori sirf bhoogol hai, dil to paas hi rahega. Do saal tak humne har tyohaar akele manaya, par video call par ek-dusre ko cake khilaya. Phir dheere-dheere uske jawab der se aane lage. "Busy hoon" kehkar baat tal jaati. Maine kabhi shak nahi kiya, kyunki bharosa hi to wo cheez thi jo doori ko paatti thi.
Aakhri baar jab main usse milne gayi, to wo station par lene nahi aaya. Phone uthaya nahi. Ghar pahunchkar pata chala ki wo shehar chhodkar ja chuka tha, kisi aur ke saath, bina bataye. Maine uska number kabhi block nahi kiya. Bas ab wo ring nahi hota. Kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon, doori ne humein nahi toda — humne khud hi ek-dusre ko door hone diya, bahut aaram se, bina kisi shor ke.
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