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…
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Woh Aakhri Subah
Wo subah kisi aur subah jaisi hi thi. Chai ki do pyaaliyan, akhbaar ka batwara, aur uska wo roz ka mazaak ki main chai mein cheeni zyada daalti hoon. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki yahi aakhri subah hai.
Shaam ko daftar se lauti to ghar ka taala badla hua tha. Uska saaman — aadha wardrobe, uski kitaabein, wo takiya jis par wo sota tha — sab gayab. Ek chitthi bhi nahi, ek message bhi nahi. Maine mahinon uska intezaar kiya, har anjaan number par dil dhadak uthta. Police mein shikayat karne gayi to pata chala wo zinda hai, bas usne apna shehar badal liya hai.
Log kehte hain breakup mein dard hota hai, par bina wajah ke jaane mein ek alag tarah ka dard hota hai — tum khud ko dosh dena band hi nahi kar paate. Maine paanch saal baad khud ko maaf kiya, ye maankar ki shayad kuch jawab kabhi nahi milte, aur yahi zindagi hai. Par aaj bhi jab darwaze ki ghanti bajti hai, ek second ke liye dil ruk jaata hai.
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