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…
Maa Ki Khushboo
Maa ke jaane ke baad sabse ajeeb baat ye thi ki duniya waise hi chalti rahi. Doodh wala roz aata raha, bijli ka bill aata raha, bas maa ki aawaz ghar se gayab ho gayi.
Wo cancer se joojhi, do saal, bahut himmat se. Aakhri mahinon mein main har raat unke paas soti, unka haath pakadkar. Jis raat wo gayi, main bathroom gayi thi, sirf paanch minute ke liye. Lauti to sab khatam ho chuka tha. Main khud ko aaj bhi maaf nahi kar paayi ki unke aakhri pal mein main wahan nahi thi.
Unki almari abhi bhi waisi hi hai, unki saadiyon se ab bhi wahi itra ki khushboo aati hai. Kabhi-kabhi main wahan jaakar baith jaati hoon, bas saans lene ke liye. Log kehte hain waqt sab theek kar deta hai, par sach ye hai ki waqt sirf dard ko dhona sikhata hai, khatam nahi karta. Har Mother's Day par main ab bhi unke liye ek card khareedti hoon, aur use kabhi kisi ko nahi deti.
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