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…
Chhooti Hui Train
Station par wo mera intezaar kar raha tha, haath mein do ticket liye — ek uska, ek mera. Humne plan banaya tha saath bhagne ka, ek aise shehar mein jahan koi humein na jaane, na roke. Par aakhri pal mein mere paanv nahi uthe. Main platform ke doosre chhor se use dekhti rahi, train aayi, wo meri taraf dekhta raha, aur phir train chali gayi — uske bina, mere bina.
Main ghar laut aayi, apni "surakshit" zindagi mein. Usne phir kabhi phone nahi kiya, maine bhi nahi. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai wo himmat ki sabse badi pareeksha thi jo maine pass nahi ki. Aaj bhi jab koi train platform se guzarti hai, mera dil ek pal ke liye ruk jaata hai, jaise pooch raha ho — "kya hua hota agar us din tum chadh gayi hoti?" Is sawaal ka jawab mujhe shayad kabhi nahi milega, aur yahi sabse bhaari baat hai.
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