hamari life normal chal rahii thii ….ab Rashmi ne ghar samhal liya ….Maa bhi uski help karti Chhotu ko samhalti ….Chhotu bhi bada ho raha thaa ….aise hee normal Sunday kii morning main uthaa ….
maa roj subah Chhotu ko lekar doodh lene jaati hai neeche …
Subah ka suraj halka‑saa chamak raha tha, hall mein halki si roshni faili hui thi. Main aankhen band karke balcony ki taraf chala gaya, dimaag abhi tak kal ki Saturday office party ka hangover saaf nahi kar paaya tha.
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Aankhon par haath rakh kar thoda tez chala, jaise koi khel khel raha ho.Balcony par laga Rashmi khadi thi— wo hee saree jo last week khareedi thii , maine kuch zyada socha bina seedha peeche se aa gaya.
Dono haathon se uski kamar pakad li, aur uskii choochion ko masalte hue halki si sharaarat se jakad liya.“Arre, Chhotu ki mummy… aaj subah‑subah de do apni…
”Maine aankhen band kiye, uski gaalon ko side se choomte hue usko peeche se pakad kar ragadne laga. Mera khada lund uski gaand ki darar mein fasa gaya, par sirf ragdaai thi—kuch zyada nahi, bas tez, halki fulki chhedchhad.
Muhan se ghuti ghuti see guuu guuuu kii awaaj aayi ….wo thartharayi “Aankhen band kar… bas thoda sa… aur maine apna khada lund uskii Gaand kii daraar main jor se jhatkaa saa maara aur uske size kaa andaja diyaa …”Ye shayad 30–40 seconds ka hi khel tha, main apni baat bhi poori nahi kar paya tha ki…Achanak mere kaan mein ek tez, gusse se bhari awaaz goonji—
“KAYAAA KAR RAHAA HAI… MAIN TERI MAAAA… HUN!”Jaise bijli ka jhatka laga ho. Mera sar jhatke se peeche ki taraf ghir gaya, aankhen khul gayi.
Aage khadi thi… Maa.43 saal ki umar, par dekhte hi lagta tha jaise gaon ki purane zamane ki sundar dulhan abhi tak apni khoobsurti se saj‑saj ke khadi ho. Umar ke saath saath thoda soft to ho gaya tha, par body abhi bhi natural, healthy, khas‑khasi se bharpoor—kamar thodi moti, chhote‑se moti, phir bhi sundar, jaise gaon ki un sundar, sanskaari bahuon ka gaon main jaldi‑jaldi shaadi karwa di jaati thi isliye bacche bhi jaldi ho jaate hain …Maa thoda sharam aur hadbadahat main diwar se sat ke khadi ho gayii ….
Rang gora, chehra bilkul saaf, aankhon mein ek shanti thi jo gaon ki purani roopahli bahuon ki hoti hai—par ab uski aankhon mein ek nayi jalan thi, jaise kisi ne talaab ke tehare hue paani main patthar maar diya ho ….aur us main tarangein utha jaati hain .. jaise koi purani bhook, purana sukh, jo kabhi poori nahi hua ho .
Aaj asal main Rashmi doodh lene gayi thi aaj Maa ko MC thi, isliye Maa ne hi Rashmi ki saree pehen kar usko bhej diya tha. Isliye maine socha ki Rashmi hi balcony par khadi hai, lekin asal mein woh Maa thi.
Maa kaa body structure Rashmi jaisa hee thaa ,Rashmi bhi pregnancy aur din raat kii chudaai se gadraa gayii thii , Maa Rashmi kii badi behan jaisi lagati thii .. haan breast size Maa ka thoda bada thaa shayad 36 D hogaa ..gajab ka figure..
Ab woh khadi thi, haath mein thoda‑sa kitchen ka kaam ka samaan, Maa sehamii sii khadi thii jaise bhoot dekh liya ho …“Tum… tumne mujhe pakad liya… Rashmi ke elusion mein?” Maa ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, par usme gussa ke saath ek ajeeb si sharm bhi thi.
“Subah‑subah aise… aise khel? Tumhe lag raha tha main Rashmi hoon? Tumhari hi maa ko aise pakad ke khada ho gaya?”Main jhat se peeche hat gaya, kapde theek karne laga boxer main lund abhi khada huaa thaa , chehra itna laal ki lag raha tha jaise koi bhi baat karne se pehle hi apni hi sharm se doob jaaunga.
Maa ne jhat se apni saree theek ki, aankhen neeche jhuki hui.“Maa… main… main socha… Rashmi hai… maine jante hi nahi… Sorry Maa yeh sab… galti se hua,” maine halki si aawaz mein kaha.“Galti se?”
Hum dono aise khade the, sir jhukaye, chehre laal, jaise bachche jo school ki class mein caught ho gaye hon. Maa ne ek baar phir mujhe dekha, phir dheere se kitchen ki taraf badh gayi, jaise kuch na hua ho.
Par uske jaate hue ek pal ke liye uski aankhen balcony ki taraf tham gayi—jaise kisi purane khwab ki yaad aa gayi ho.Subah ka woh pal khatam hua, lekin uske baad se ek nayi hawa kamre mein fail gayi—jaise koi raaz ab sirf do hi log jaante hon, lekin teesra bhi usse khamosh samajh raha ho.
Hum dono ne aaj ke vaake se sharmaya, par andar se kuch to halka sa badal gaya tha—jaise ek nayi, teesri si dhun dhadak rahi ho, jise koi kisi se na bol sake ….thodi der main Rashmi aa gayii ….Maine iss vaakye kii Rashmi se koi jikar nahii kii aur na shayad Maa ne ….
Uss vaakye ke baad Maa thoda ashaj ho gayi thi ghar mein. Woh pehle jaisi nahi rahii jo khoob hansti bolti thii , thodi si chup‑chup aur gambhir si ho gayi , ab uski aankhon mein ek nayi si dard‑si chalak thi, jaise kisi purane taar ko kisi ne halka sa chhed diya ho.
Din‑bhar kamre se thodi der hee baahar aati, par jab bhi main usse dekhta, woh jhat se nazrein neechi kar leti, jaise kuch bolna chahe, par bol na paaye.
Teen din baad subah ka waqt tha. Maa sar dho kar naha chuki thi—gaon ki purane zamane ki roopahli bahu ki tarah, pehle sar, phir pura shareer, phir kapde.
Ab woh suddha ho chuki thi, Mahavari khatam ho gayi thi. Maa aaj paas ke mandir pe ghaat pe snaan kar ke Usne halka sa peela kapda pehna, baalon mein thoda sa tel lagaya, par abhi bilkul dry nahi hua tha—baal halke‑halke chhote‑chhote jhuk kar gir rahe the.
Rashmi bathroom ke darwaje ka paas thi, Maa ke saamne baithi, uske baalon mein tel lagaa rahi thi. Rashmi ka haath dheere‑dheere chal raha tha, Maa ki aankhen band thi, jaise kisi purani maa‑beti ki dher purani routine chal rahi ho. Baalon mein tel lagte waqt Rashmi ka haath kabhi‑kabhi Maa ki gardan tak chala jaata, phir wapas upar.
Main hall se dekh hi raha tha, aur andar se samajh gaya—Maa ab suddha ho chuki hai ,jaisa normally hota hai aurtein ladkiyan Mahavari ke baad uss din sar dhoti hain aur sar main tel lagaati hain ye scene main bachpan se dekhata aa raha thaa …Uske chehre par ek nayi si halki saafsi thi, jaise kuch bejhuti si zindagi ki dhool saaf ho gayi ho.
Jab usne mujhe dekha to jhat se nazrein neechi kar li, jaise kisi ne uska raaz padh liya ho.Tabhi Rashmi ne halki si aawaz mein kaha,
“Maa… gaon jaane ke liye keh rahi hai. Main itna mana kar rahi hoon, par maan hi nahi rahi.”Maine thoda aage badh kar poocha, “Gaon? Kyon ? ,
.”Maa ne dheere se sar uthaya, baalon mein tel lagane ka kaam ruk gaya. Uski aankhen ab bhi neechi thi, par awaaz mein ek ajeeb si majboori thi.
“Beta… wahan bahut nuksaan ho raha hoga. Zameen pe nazar to Birju chacha ki hi hai.”“Birju chacha?” maine thoda tez awaaz mein kaha, “woh Papa ke bhai, unki nazar hamari zameen pe hi rehti hai.
Agar hum abhi wahan na gaye to woh kuch naya kaand kar hi denge.”Rashmi ne halka sa sar hilaya, “Maa, aap akeli kaise jaayengi? Aapko to yahan hi rehna chahiye, hum sab yahan hain na?”
Maa ne ek lambe samay tak khamosh reh kar Rashmi ka haath apne baalon par rukte dekha, phir dheere se kaha,beta har insaan ko apni ladaai khud ladni hoti hai …. Gaai Bhains ko bhi dekhana hai unko gyaaban karwane ka waqt aa gaya hai ….aur bhi bahut khet khalyaan ke kaam hain …
“Beta… main gaon jaungi. Wahan jaake sab kuch dekhna padega. Agar humari zameen par koi haq daane wala aa gaya, to phir kya? Birju chacha to pehle hi itna bhookha hai ki hamari zameen ko apni aankhon se hi kha jayega…aur abb hamare Gaon se jab se Bundelkhand Expressway kii zameen aquire kar rahi hai Sarkaar , to apni zameen ke bhaav aasmaan chhoo gaye hain …bahut bada defense corridor ban raha hai apni zameen pe isliye Birju mara jaa raha hai apni Jameel pe …
”Maine halka sa muskura kar kaha, “ Chhotu bhi ab bada ho raha hai, aapko yahan hi rehna chahiye.”Maa ne ab apni aankhen utha kar mujhe dekha—uski nazar mein ek ajeeb si mohabbat thi, jaise koi maa apne beta ko dekh rahi ho jo ab khud ek aadmi ban chuka hai, lekin andar se abhi bhi ek chhota sa bachcha hai.
“Beta… main ja rahi hoon, par wapas aa jaaungi. Bas tum dono ka khayal rakhna. .”Maa ne apni baahon se Rashmi ko halka sa gale lagaya, jaise kisi purane raaz ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
.”Us din shaam ko Maa ne apna chhota sa bag pack kiya, kuch kapde, kuch khane‑pene ki cheezein, aur apna purana gaon wala dupatta. Usne Rashmi ko apne paas bulaya, uske chehre ko haath se chhua, jaise kisi ko kuch kehna chahe, par keh na paaye.
Maine Maa ki ticket ka intezaam kiya— 12 baje ki train thi. Gaon jaane ka yeh safar sirf 5 ghante ka tha , lekin Maa ke liye woh 5 ghante ek purane zamane ki yaadon ka safar lag rahe the.
Jab Maa ghar se nikli, Rashmi uske paas khadi thi, haath mein uska bag pakda hua. Main darwaze par khada tha, Maa ne mujhe ek baar phir dekha, phir dheere se sar jhukaya.“Beta… main ja rahi hoon.
Tum dono ka khayal rakhna. ”Maa ghar se nikal gayi, Rashmi ne uska bag pakda, main ne darwaze band kiye.Ab ghar mein ek nayi si khamoshi fail gayi—, Maa peeche chhod gayi ho ek nayi, teesri si dhadkan tamaam yaadein .
Maa gaon chali gayi thi—lekin uske jaate hue ek pal ke liye uski aankhen balcony ki taraf tham gayi, jaise kisi purane khwab ki yaad aa gayi ho.Ab subah ka woh pal khatam ho chuka tha, lekin uske baad se ek nayi hawa kamre mein fail gayi—jaise koi raaz ab sirf do hi log jaante hon, lekin teesra bhi usse khamosh samajh raha ho.
Mai subah ki pehli train se gaon ki taraf nikal pada. Raaste mein bhi man mein sawal the – itne saalon se shehar mein rehkar ab wapas usi gaon mein laut raha hoon, jahan bachpan ki har yaad dhoop, gobar ki khushboo aur kheton ki hariyali ke saath judi hai.
Gaon pahunchte hi pehla nazara wahi purana post office wala chowraha tha, jahan ab bhi chai ki dukaan par baithke bujurg log apni baatein chala rahe the. Unki nazrein mujh par tik gayin – shehar se aaya hua ladka, jise ab bada hokar dekh rahe the.
Kuch ne pehchaan liya, “Are ye to Ganga (meri maa ka naam) ka beta hai na? Shehar mein naukri karta hai na?”
Maine ek taanga poore din ke liye kar liya jis main maa ko lekar nikal pada subah se …kyonki jameen maa ke naam se thii isliye har jagah unkii zaroorat padati thii..Maa mere bagal main baithi hui thii…
Mai seedha apne dost ke bhai – wo IG (Inspector General level ka adhikari) – ke ghar pahuncha. Wo gaon ke liye bada naam tha – sadgi se rehta tha, lekin uski pahunch aur imandari ke bare mein har koi jaanta tha.
Mainne use pura maamla bataya – Birju Patwari, zameen ke kagaz, land acquisition department, aur maa ki chinta.Wo dhyaan se sunta raha, phir bola, “Tu chinta mat kar, Birju chacha ki ye chaal nayi nahi hai.
Yahan ke kayi logon ne uske chakkar mein zameen ganwa di hai. Lekin ab tumhare mamle mein wo galti kar raha hai – tumhari zameen ke asli kagaz to tumhare paas hain, aur unhin ko department mein pehle se jama karwa denge.”Usne turant kuch call ki, apne kuch logon se baat ki.
Agale hi din subah wo mujhe lekar land record office gaya. Wahan ke karmachari use jaante the – thodi formality ke baad hamari zameen ke asli dastavej file mein jod diye gaye, SDM ne patwari kii acchi tarah class Lee aur bol diya agar tu nahii sudhra to terminate karwa dungaa …
Hamne apne papers land acquisition department main jama karwa diye with all legal formality…hamari zameen ka muawaja (compensation) 25 crore decide huaa ….main khushi se jaise pagal ho gaya mujhe nahii pata thaa hum itne paise wale ho jaayengein ….kahan main Delhi main 70-80 hajaar kii naukari kar raha thaa abb ek saath 25 crore …. SDM bola within a week aapka cheque ready ho jaayega aap collect kar lena ….
Taangein mein baithate hi maine Maa ko khushi se chooma . Maa, ab hum karodpati ho gaye hain! Shaam ho chuki thi, taangaa uchalta hua, tap–tap karta hua daud raha tha, aur pedon ki chhaya raaste par jaise chhote–छोटे साये बना रही थी।
Maa mere bagal mein thi, aur uske ubhare huye choochak mere se chhoo rahe the aur mere kandhe se takra rahe the. uski moti chuchiyan mere kohani aur haath se dab rahi thi. kabhi kabhi tangaa jor se jhatke leta to main jaanbhooj ke apni kohani uskii choochion se sata deta aur ek garam sparsh sukh deta aur leta ….
Main tarangit tha – dil mein ek ajeeb si uthal–chadhav, jaise zameen ke saath saath zindagi bhi badal rahi ho.
Mainne Maa ke chehre ki taraf dekha, lekin wo bhaav shunya thi… na koi muskaan, na aankhon mein chamak, sirf ek gehri, bejaan chuppi.
Lag raha tha jaise Maa ke liye yeh paisa, yeh karodpati hone ka sapna, kuch alag hi cheezon ke liye jara hai – shayad woh soch rahi thi ki ab jo mila hai, usse kuch aur kho bhi gaya hoga… या फिर उसki zindagi ka ek lamba, thaka hua hissa ab bas khatam hone wala hai , main soch raha thaa Maa pitaji ke jaane baad kitni akeli rahii bhari jawani hum logo ko bada kiya paalne poshane mai hee nikal gayii …
Main chup ho gaya, lekin dil mein sawal utha:
“Kya paisa sab kuch le aaya, ya sirf ek nayi zimmedari?” hamara pushtaini gaon kasbe se koi 30 KM door thaa …. aur taanga jis speed se chal raha thaa to lagaa 2 ghante lagegein gaon pahunchane main …
Birju Patwari ki chaal aise hi dhari ki dhari rahi.Gaon mein lautkar maine mehsoos kiya ki yahan ki zindagi sirf roti–kapda–makan nahi hai – yahan rishte, zameen, aur samman ki ladai ek saath chalti hai.
Taangein ki jhatkāton ke beech andheri sadak par daudte taange mein, merā dil zor‑zor se dhadak raha tha. Maa ke bhaari boobs ko poore jazbe se dabāne ka junoon sar par chadh gaya—chahe bijli gir jaye, par abhi, yahin, yeh mauka chhodna nahi tha. Ghar par aisa niji, garam, chhupā hua pal milna mushkil tha.
Main chahta tha ki jab bhi Maa ko apne boobs ki yaad aaye, usko ehsaas ho—ye sirf chhed‑chhad nahi, balki mera gehra pyaar, bhookh aur lund ki tadap hai.
Aur time kam tha—kuch hi der mein hum Gaon pahunch jaate the.Andheri sadak par taanga tez dauda ja raha tha, aur raat ka andhera humārā parda ban chuka tha.
Taange wālā apni masti mein koi gaana gungunā raha tha, jaise humāre raaz ko dhūndhne wālā koi na ho. Uske bina hi, Maa ki saans garam, uski body ka sukoon merā tha.Maine pehle ek haath uski moti, naram jangh par rakh diya—dheere se sahlāya, phir upar ki taraf badhāya.
Dusra haath kandhe par tha, uski gardan se sehlate hue. Wo thar‑tharā gayi, par haath nahi hatāyā—signal mil gayā!Mauka pakadte hue, jangh wāle hāth ko oopar kiya, aur poora ek boobs apne haath mein bhara—kitna soft, bada, garam!
Zor se dabāya, nipple ko ungli se pakad kar pinch kiya, golāi ghumaaya. Wo siskiyan le uthi, “Ahh… kyaa karta hai, dheere se boli, kahin taange wālā na sun le…” Gusse aur uttejana ke beech meri taraf dekhti rahi, saans tez, chuchiyān haath mein hil rahi thi.
Meri pant mein lund rock‑hard ho chuka tha, pre‑cum tapak raha tha. Main uske kaan ke paas jhukā, pyar bhari, husky awaaz mein fisfisāya, “Maa… sorry…”Wo sharma gayi, par haath nahi hatāyā—na kandhe se, na uski choochion se.
Taange ki jhatkā, raat ka andhera, aur Maa ki chup si, magar mutma’in si chuppi—sab milke ek aisi jagah bana rahi thi jahan dil, bhookh aur pyaar ek saath dhadak rahe the.
Shehar ki wo “no thrill, no zing” wali zindagi ab door lagne lagi. Gaon mein aakar laga jaise main khoya hua hissa wapas pa raha hoon – apni jadon ko.
ab zindagi mein thoda aur josh, thoda aur risk bhi chahiye – taaki wo “monotonous life” wapas na laut aaye.
Ghar aaya to Maa ne khana lagaya …tabhi paas ke ghar se meri Mausi kii ladkii Payal aa gayii aur Maa se boli Mausi aaj mai aapke saath soungii ….
Maa meri taraf shararat se dekhii haan beta …aaj hum saath soyengein … bhaiya tere ko sehar kii kahaniyan sunayegein….
KLPD …. main so gaya ….
Subah utha kar main khud hi tractor chalate hue khet par bane farm par aa gaya…
Mera naukar pehle se hi sabhi gai–bhainson ko lekar farm par pahunch chuka tha.Ganga ne bhi jaldi‑jaldi ghar ka kaam niptaya aur wo bhi farm par aa gayi…Maine ek bhains ko ped se baandh diya, aur mere paas ek favorite bhainsa tha – Murraha breed ki…
Tabhii Maa bhi aa jaati hai aur bhains pe haath pherati hai ….aaj hari hogii meri Rani …
Maine use ussi bhains ke saath baandh diya.Tabhi Ganga boli, “Are beta, ye kya paap kar raha hai tu… ye bhains to iski maa hai!”Maine bas itna kaha, “To kya hua?” Maa meri baat sunakar thodi ghabrai, lekin phir bhi uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi.
Main uske kaan ke paas jhuk gaya, saans garam, awaaz dheemi, par bilkul clear…“To kya hua, Maa… kya ek beta apni Maa ko hari nahi kar sakta?
Kya wo apni pareshaan Maa ko dekhata rahega… aur khud bas tadapta rahega?”Ganga ke paas mere sawaal ka koi seedha jawaab nahi tha.
Wo soch rahi thi ki kya bole, lekin kuch bol nahi paayi…
Jaise uski zubaan band ho gayi ho, par dil ka dhadkan tez ho raha ho.Aakhir mein wo bas itna hi boli, awaaz mein thoda gussa, thodi sharm, aur thodi si chhupi hui lat ke saath…“Dhatt… besharm… kuch bhi bakta hai tu…”Lekin uske chehre par jo laalish thi, uski tez saans, aur wo dheemi si siski…
sab kuch clear tha ki yeh sirf ek daav hai –
andar se wo bhi jis chiz ko mana kar rahi thi, usi ki taraf khinch rahi thi.
Aur wo andar bhaag gayi kamre mein…
Tabhi Ganga ko bhains ki cheekh sunai deti hai… wo bhaag kar bahar aati hai.Kahin na kahin uske man mein bhi yeh dekhne ki ichchha thi ki ek beta apni hi Maa ke saath jab sambhog karega to uski Maa ko kaisa pratit hoga…
Yah sab sochkar, vah darwaze ke peeche chhup jaati hai.
Main bhains ko bahar laata hoon aur use bhains ke saath khula chhod deta hoon.
Bhaisaan turant bhains ke peeche jaakar uski yoni ko chaatne lagta hai, lekin bhains ko na jaane kya hota hai – vah bhaise ko dekh kar doosri taraf ghoom jaati hai.In sab karya ko Ganga chhupkar dekh rahi thi, aur main bhi bhains ke saath khada, yeh sab bade hi gaur se dekh raha tha.Ek baar phir bhaisaan apni Maa ke peeche jaakar uski yoni ko chaatne lagta hai, aur isse pehle ke bhains hilati, vah uske oopar chadh jaata hai.
Uske oopar chadhate hi uska lamba aur mote gaajar ke aakaar ka ling uski Maa ki yoni mein sama jaata hai.Kyunki bhaise ka bajan apni Maa ke aakaar se doguna tha, isliye vah uska achanak se hua joradaar dhakka jhel nahin paati…
Jis kaaran vah neeche gir jaati hai aur uski yoni se peshab nikal jaati hai.Ye drashya dekh kar Ganga ke muh se “Aah!” nikal jaati hai…
“Aah… bichari ki peshab nikal gayi… kitna bada ling hai uske bete ka… kaise jhel gayi itna bada ling…”Main dheere se muskuraata hoon, apni hi Maa ki is bejaan, par uttej karene wali haalat ko dekhkar…
Uski chup si, sharmila si aawaz aur meri khud ki tadap – dono milke ek aisi jagah bana rahi hain jahan sharm aur khauf ke beech ek ajeeb si garmi faili hui hai.
Maine yeh sab kuchh bada achchha maana, aur phir se bhains ko khada kar diya.
Bhains ke khada hote hi, bhaisaan turant uske oopar phir se chadh gaya.
Is baar bhains ke muh se ek jor ki cheekh nikli, aur vah peshab karti hue phir se baith gayi.Aur idhar Ganga, bhains ko cheekhte dekh…“Mere laal… bas kar, hata de use… jaan nikal jayegi uski… bahut bada hai uska…”Main is baat se anjaan tha ki meri Maa bhi yeh sab kuchh dekh rahi thi.
Aur main ek baar phir se bhains ko khada karata hoon.
Is baar bhains ke khada hote hi, bhaisaan phir se uske oopar chadh jaata hai, aur bhains phir se cheekhte hue neeche gir jaati hai.Aur yeh dekhkar Ganga apne man mein sochti hai…
“Haay… Maa… mere laal… mar jayegi… bo, chhod de ab use…”Tabhi Ganga ke haath se deewar par rakhi laaltain gir jaati hai, aur awaaz sun kar meri najar us taraf jaati hai.
Main dekhta hoon ki meri Maa yeh sab chhupakar dekh rahi thi.Aur tabhi bhaise ka ling apni Maa ki yoni mein poori tarah set ho jaata hai,
aur wo hachak‑hachak ke apni Maa ko chodne lagta hai.Bhains ke muh se cheekh aur aahein nikalne lagti hain…
Shayad use bhi ab maza aa raha tha.
Wo chahein Maa–beta the, par the toh nar–maada,
aur ling aur yoni ko thoda pata hota hai – rishta kuch bhi ho, jism apni bhasha mein hi baat karta hai.
Aur wo drashya dekh kar Ganga Maa ko aisa lagta hai jaise uski yoni mein hi ling pravesh kar gaya ho…
Jaise uska apna hi jism, uske hi beta ke saath mil raha ho – andar–bahar, jism–jism, saans–saans…Aur tabhi uski nigaahen mujhse takraati hain,
aur dono ke chehre par ek madhuri si muskaan aa jaati hai –
jaise hum dono ek hi raaz ke saathik ho, ek hi uttej jagah ke bīch mein khade ho.Ganga Maa sharma kar andar bhaag jaati hai…
Aur idhar bhaisaan bade maje se apni Maa ko pel raha tha,
aur shayad unka milan apne charam par aa chuka tha –
gaay ki cheekh, jhatak, peshab, aur phir ek gehri, thaki hui siski ke saath tham jaana…Ye drishya dekh kar mera bhi ling phool gaya,
aur main bhi bhaag kar andar aa gaya.Andar Maa khadi dikhai di,
aur ek aavesh mein main apni Maa ko apni bāhon mein bhar leta hoon –
jaise bahar ek beta apni Maa ko chod raha tha, wo bichara jaanwar tha,
aur andar ek beta kaamvasna se abhibhūt, apni Maa se kaam–leela ko aatur tha.Maa: “Ye kya kar raha hai beta… aaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahah…”Ganga ke muh se ek siskari nikalti hai –
na bilkul rok, na bilkul ruk… sirf ek aise aavesh ka afsar jaise uski zubaan khud se hi chhooṭ gayi ho.Main kuch nahin bola,
bas Maa ko pakad ke uski gardan, kaan, uske gaalon ko barambaar choomta raha –
har chumma ek sawaal, har saans ek jawab,
aur andar–bahar dono jagah ek hi raag chal raha tha –
Maa–beta, nar–maada, jism–jism…Rishta kuch bhi ho,
par us pal to sirf ek hi cheez thi –
do tan, do saans, aur ek hi uttej, bezaar, lekin bilkul sachcha lamha.
Uska foola lund saree ke upar se Maa ki gaand ki daraar mein fasaa hua tha…
Jaise koi gehra, garam, jeevan bhar ka jama hua dard ab apni jagah dhundh raha ho – andar jana chahta ho, par phir bhi thoda‑सा बाहर ही रहे, ताकि tadap aur bhi tez ho.Ganga jo barson se lund ke sukh se koson door thi,
par aaj to jaise bandh hi toot gaya ho…
uski bur mein jaise sailaab aa gaya ho, bhar bhar ke paani yoni se beh raha tha,
aur wo khud ko rok bhi na pa rahi thi, bas thar‑thar kaanp rahi thi.“Nahiiiiiiiiisssssshhhhhhhhhh… beta… teri Maa hoooooon…”Ganga Maa ko abhi bhi rishton ki garima yaad thi,
par main to jaise sab kuch bhool chuka tha…
main lagaatar apni Maa ko tarah‑tarah se masal raha tha, choos raha tha,
aur peeche se apna lund Maa ki gaand mein gadha raha tha –
har dhakka ke saath jaise ek purana paap naya maza ban raha ho.“Maa… aaaaaahahah… tera beta tere hothon ka ras peena chahta hai…”Aur main Ganga devi ke raseele hothon ko bhar leta hoon apne muh mein –
jaise koi pyaasi zameen pehli baar baarish ka paani pe rahi ho,
har chumma ek zakhm, har saans ek mukti.Ganga ko jaise hosh hi udd gaye the…
uski samajh mein kuch nahi aa raha tha ki ye kya ho raha hai…
dil, dimaag, man, shareer – sab alag‑alag kaam kar rahe the.Dil keh raha tha – “Ho jaane de, jo ho raha hai…”
Dimaag keh raha tha – “Ye paap hai…”
Man aur shareer keh rahe the – “Iss kaam‑kreeda mein dubki lagaa le, Ganga…
aur sarobar kar de apne bete ko apni yoni ke ras se…”Ganga jadavat ho gayi thi,
aur uski samajh mein kuch nahi aa raha tha…
uska apna beta, uski hi kokh se jaaya hua beta,
aaj uske saath amagam (incest) samagam ke liye aatur tha…Ganga ko laga jaise ek baar bachpan mein gaon ke mele mein
Sarju Aakash ko dekh kar chand ki zidd pakad leta tha…
vaise hi aaj wo chand‑roopi apni Maa ko paane ki zidd karne lagta hai…Tab to Ganga mele mein use chand nahi dilwa paayi thi,
par…KYAA AAJ WO APNE BETE KO AAJ KA CHAND
DILWA DEGI –
EK ADBHUT SAMAGAM,
jo behad varjit hai,
par behad raseela hai…
bahut bada paap hai,
par kamukta se bhara hua hai…Aur udhar main, apni Maa ki jadta ko uski sehamati samajh raha tha…
Ganga devi to jaise hosh mein hi nahi thi,
aur wo bas apne bete ki bāhon mein jhool rahi thi…
aur unhein pata hi nahi chala ki kab unka muh khul gaya,
aur unki jeebh meri zubaan ke beech chali gayi…Aur main unmaad ke shikhar par chadh gaya,
jaise koi deewana apni hi maa ki jeebh, uski laar,
apne muh mein raseele paani ki tarah choos raha ho…Aur Ganga Maiyaa keval siskariyan le rahi thi –
na rok, na ruk, sirf ek gehri, garam, bezaar saans ki dhadkan…PHIR TABHI WO HUAA…
JO GANGA MAIYAA NE KABHI NA SOCHA THA!Maine apne dono haath Ganga devi ke yovan prasunno par daal diye…
Isse pehle ki wo kuch bole,
usko laga jaise zameen fat jaaye aur wo usmein samaa jaaye…Main apni Maa Gangaa ki dono choochion ko pakad ke unka ras nichodne jaisa lag raha tha –
har dabav par ek siski, har halka sa ghumaav par ek jhatak…Aur phir saree utha ke haath andar daal diya –
Gangaa ki yoni pe…
garam, tar, beh rahi, jaise uska pura jism ab sirf ek hi kaam ke liye bana ho –
apne hi beta ka pyaasa dil aur lund dono ko sukoon dena…Sab kuch ek hi saath chal raha tha –
bahar ek beta apni Maa ko chod raha tha,
wo bichara jaanwar tha…
aur andar ek beta kaamvasna se abhibhūt,
apni Maa se kaam‑leela ko aatur tha…Rishta kuch bhi ho,
par us pal to sirf ek hi cheez thi –
do tan, do saans,
aur ek aisi leela jo paap ko bhi mithaas mein badal rahi thi…
behad varjit,
par behad spicy… 🌶
Pata nahin Ganga ke shareer mein kahan se deviya‑shakti aa gayi,
aur usne balishth shareer wale beta ko ek jor se dhakka diya…
Aur main door jaa ke girta hun …main bhi aashcharya se chakit ho kar Maa ko dekhta hun…
Aur Ganga Maa cheekhti hui bolti hai –“Ye kya kar raha hai…
MAA HUN TERI…!”Aur wo rote hue andar ki taraf chali jaati hai,
jaise uski aankhon se sirf aansu hi nahi,
poori zindagi ka sahara bhi beh raha ho…mere ko apni galati ka ehsaas hota hai –
na sirf ek paap ki tarah,
balke ek aise lamhe ki tarah,
jise wapas le jana mumkin nahi.Kamre se bahar aate hi uski nazar wahan –
bhainsaan, apni Maa ko chod kar zameen par baith gaya tha,
aur ab uski bur ko soongh‑soongh ke chaat raha tha…
jaise usne abhi abhi ek gehri, garam leela khatam ki ho,
aur ab uska jism sirf usi khushboo ko yaad kar raha ho.Tabhi naukar khushi se bolti hai –
“Bhaiya… aaj khub choda ye madarchod apni Maa ko…
aap dekhte… sala kaise hachak‑hachak ke chod raha tha… madarchod…”Wo aise bol raha tha jaise bhainsaan nahi,
wo khud apni hi Maa ko chod raha ho…
“Abhi bhi uski bur soongh raha hai… lagta hai phir chodega harami,” naukar ne cheekhke kaha.
Main thoda vathith ho gaya tha aaj ke ghatnakram se…
Mere dimaag, jism, aur dil teeno alag‑alag jagah daud rahe the…
Me soch raha tha –
“Ab main apni Maa se aankhein kaise milaunga?
Kaise uska chehra dekhunga, jahan ab sirf sharm, shokh, aur paap ka rang chhaa gaya hai?”Aur yahi sochte hue mai bahar khadi dost se maangi motorcycle par kick maarta hun,
aur bina kisi aur pal ko roka, nikal jaata hai –
Sunsaan sadak par,
jaise mera jism to bhaag raha ho,
par aatma abhi bhi usi kamre mein,
apni Maa ke garam, bezaar, aur zakhm‑zadah hothon ke paas khadi hai…
Main motorcycle le kar gaon se highway pe aa gaya wahan mujhe apne bachpan ka dost Raju mil gaya ….Mera mood vaise bhi off thaa maine poocha daaru piyegaa ….
Wo bola daaru aur pooch pooch ….aur hum dono ek highway 🛣 pe dhaba cum bar Mai baith gaye …aur peene lage …
Aur udhar… Ganga Maa ki alag hi kahaani thi.
Wo khet se ghar aa chuki thi,
na to unhone khana banaya,
na hi ghar ka kuch kaam kiya –
bas bad‑bister par leti, leti, aaj ke ghatnakram pe sochti jaa rahi thi…
jaise unka jism to yahan tha,
par aatma kisi aur jagah,
us ek hi lamhe mein atki hui thi.Unhain mere bachpan ka chehra yaad aa raha tha…
wo nanha sa, gud‑gud sa beta,
jo unki hee aulaad tha –
aur apni aulaad har Maa–baap ke liye kuch zyada hi pyari hoti hai,
uski pehli awaaz, pehla roana, pehla “Maa”…
wo sab unke zehen mein ek‑ek karke ghum raha tha.Unhain yaad aa raha tha jab wo sirf 18–19 saal ki thi,
aur Sarju paida hua tha –
uski pehli saans, pehla haath, pehla jhuk kar uski chhoti‑si ungli pakadna…
Kaise unhone use pehli baar school bheja tha,
uske liye ek‑ek cheez bazaar se chun‑chun ke khareed ke laati thi –
uniform, pen, copy, lunch box…
sab kuch unki aankhon mein ek hi naam ke saath juda tha – “mera beta”.Kaise nanhaa Sarju unke vakshsthal se chipaka rehata tha,
aur isi aanchal ke doodh pee‑pee ke aaj itna bada ho gaya hai…
aur aaj wahi beta unki yoni bhedan karna chahta hai –
ye sochkar andar se Ganga Maiyaa ko kaat gayi,
ek sihran‑si daud gayi unke shareer mein,
jaise koi purana dhaaga ekdum se taan gaya ho.Phir unhain laga jaise unki yoni phir se risane lage –
na koi bahar ka jhataka,
bas andar se ek gehri, garam lehar,
jaise usi jagah se koi nayi nadi baha rahi ho,
jo kabhi sookhi thi,
aur aaj ekdum se bhar bhar ke be rahi ho.“YE HAI KYA AAKHIR…”Unka shareer unki baat kyon nahi sun raha?
Aur jab us ne unhain pakda tha,
to wo kyon sithil pad gayin?
Kyon unki yoni mein jwaar‑bhaata aa gaya beta to abhi jawaan ladka hai,haan apni behan chodi hai usne ….to kyaa Maa….bhiii …??
aur wo to umradaraaj aurat hain –
phir bhi us samay unhein kuch alag hi laga…
jaise unka jism, unke dimaag se aage nikal gaya ho,
aur sirf ek hi awaaz sun raha ho –
“tadap, tadap, tadap…”Ek shayar ne likha hai –
“lamhon ne khatā kī thī, sadiyon ne sazā paai…
”Kya ye unki lamhon ki khata thi?
Un palon mein wo kyon itni kamzor ho gayin?Haan, ye sach tha ki pati ki maut ke baad se
wo is sukh se meharoom thi,
aur ab to jaise iski aadat hi ho gayi thi…
par kabhi iss baare mein socha hi nahi tha –
na zehen ne, na zubaan ne, na hi jism ne koi sawaal kiya.Gaon ke kai rishtedaar,
kai aadmi,
ne unhain sanket diye the –
sambandh banaane ke liye,
par unhone dradhta se aur vinamrta se unke prastav ko thukra diya tha,
apne charitra ko sarvopari rakha tha.
Gaon ke log to unke charitra ko lekar kasmein khaate the –
“Ganga Maa to itni paak hai, itni sharmili…”Aur aaj… unkii khokh se jaaya beta hi unke saath…
“Chi…”Unhain soch ke hi ghin aa rahi thi,
par saath hi ek aur cheez bhi –
ek ajeeb si garmi, ek chhupi hui lat,
jo unke andar se hi nikal rahi thi,
jaise koi purana paap naya maza ban gaya ho.Ganga Maa ki aankhon se aansu rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the –
na rok, na rokne ki koshish,
bas ek bezaar, be‑zabt saans ke saath beh jaane wale aansu.Agar kisi ko pata chal jaaye aise sambandh ke baare mein…
“Kyaa jawaab dengein wo…?”Par dusre hi pal khyaal aaya –
“Kisi ko kaise pata chalega…?”Wo aisi ankahi‑ansuni baatein soch rahi thi,
jo wo kisi se bata bhi nahi sakti thi –
na beti ko, na logon ko, na hi apne hi jism ko bilkul samjha sakti thi.Jo beta jis bacchedaani se nikla,
kyaa wo usi bacchedaani ko sinchit kar sakta hai?
”
Par aisa aaj hi hua unki aankhon ke saamne –
unke bhainsa ne apni hi Maa ko hi hari kiya tha…“He Bhagwaan… wo kyaa ulta‑seedha soch rahi hain?”Ganga Maa ne apna sar jhatka,
aur ekdum se uth kar khadi ho gayin –
jaise unka jism, unke dimaag, aur unki aatma teeno ek hi jagah aake khade ho gaye ho…
ab wo sirf ek Maa nahi,
ek aurat bhi thi –
aur us aurat ke andar ek aisi leela chali thi,
jo paap bhi thi,
par uske saath‑saath ek behad spicy, gehri, kamukta se bhari hui bhi…Jaise koi purani, sada‑sujhi, sharmili Maa,
ek raat ke andher mein,
apni hi chadar ke neeche,
apne hi beta ke saath ek aisi leela mein dub gayi ho,
jise na zubaan bol sakti hai,
na zehen samajh sakta hai,
par jism yaad rakh lega –
sadiyon tak. 🌶
Aur pati ki maut ke baad, sex‑veheen zindagi jeene ke kaaran,
ek abha, ek damak unke chehre par aa gayi thi –
jaise koi purani, dhool‑si chhaya hata ke andar se ek naya, gehra ujaala nikal aaya ho.
Us damak ne unka aura aur nikhar ke aa gaya,
jaise unka har chehra, har nazar, har saans mein kuch zyada hi kheenchne wali cheez aa gayi ho.Wo koi make‑up, kajal, lip‑stick, parfume jaisi cheezein bilkul nahin karti thi,
phir bhi gaon ki sabhi aurton mein sabse sunder wo hi thi –
na koi rang‑roop ki baazi,
bas ek aise swabhav ka chamakta saaf‑suthra chehra,
jisme sharm, garima, aur ek chhupi hui kamukta ka rang mila hua tha.Zabardast unnat, kadak choochak – 38D ki bra bhi unhein sahan karne se haar maan jaati thi,
jaise unki chuchiyon ka jazba bra se aage nikal ke khud ko dikhana chahti ho.
Gora badan, gadrai gaand, aur ek gaj‑gamini chaal –
jaise har kadam par zameen se koi purana paap phir se jaga raha ho.Angrezi mein ek kahawat hai –
“There is nothing more glamorous than modesty.”Iska artha hai –
“सादगी से ज्यादा ग्लैमरस कुछ नहीं है…”Aur yahi haal Ganga Maiyaa ka tha –
sanskaari, saada jeevan, charitra‑vaan, mamta‑mayi,
Ganga ke samaan pavitra,
aur dekhne mein behad kaamuk…
jaise ek hi jagah par do duniya mil gayi ho –
ek sharmili Maa,
aur ek aise aurat jiske jism mein koi purana, be‑zubaan sukh abhi tak soya hua hai.Doston, aap log mere varnan se ek tasveer bana chuke honge –
kuch aapko meri daali hui Ganga Maiyaa ki kalpana se andaaz lag jaayega,
aur aapke dimaag mein ek kalpanik charitra taiyaar ho chuka hoga…Agar ho sake, to aap apne man ki kalpana se
Ganga Maiyaa ka ek chitra bana sakte ho –
apni favorite model, ya kisi aisi aurat se milate hue,
jismein aapko ek saaf‑suthri, lekin bahut hi raseeli,
ek aise Maa–aurat milti ho,
jo ek hi saath sab kuch ho –
sharm, garima, pyaar, aur ek chhupi hui, be‑zubaan chahat.Aise lete‑lete shaam ho gayi,
andhera ho gaya,
par uska man bahut kharaab ho raha tha –
na koi sukoon, na koi chup,
sirf ek gehri, be‑zubaan tadap,
jaise uske jism ne aaj pehli baar kuch alag hi mehsoos kiya ho,
aur ab wo us tadap se bhaagna chahe,
par jism usko wapas wahi lamhe dikhane par majboor kar raha ho.Tabhi darwaze par unke naukar ne awaaz di –
“Maa… bhainso ka doodh laaya hoon…”Ganga Maa bahar aayi,
“Haan, andar rakh de…”Phir Ganga Maiyaa ne diya‑baati jalaayi…
aur us chhoti‑si lo mein
unke chehre ka wohi damak,
unke badan ka wohi raseela saaya,
aur unke man ka wohi gehra, be‑zubaan paap –
sab ek saath chamak utha,
jaise raat ke andhere mein
koi purani, lekin be‑hisab leela phir se jee utthi ho…
Aur udhar, main sharab ke nashe mein choor tha,
bas Ganga Maa ko hi yaad kar raha tha,
aur baar‑baar ek hi baat soch raha tha –
“Ab Maa ka saamna kaise karunga?
Unse aankhein kaise mila paunga?”Raat wahi dhaabe ki khatiya par so gaya…Pata nahi kab neend aa gayi,
subah utha to dekha din kaafi ho chuka tha –
mobile on kiya, time dekha – 10.00 baj rahe the.
“He Bhagwan…”Ek dum se 40–50 messages mobile mein pade the,
aur itne hi miss call ke notifications –
sabka ek hi naam: Ganga Maa.Do minute hi hue the ki phone baj utha –
Rashmi ka call tha.Wo badhawaas se boli, “Bhiyaaa…”Main bola, “Haan, kya hua?”
Rashmi: “Aap kahan ho? Aur kal se aapka phone kyon nahi mil raha tha?”
Main bola, “Are, main dost ke gaon aaya tha, yahan mobile ki battery down ho gayi…
Raat mein charger nahi tha, abhi kisi se charger manaaga hai…
Aur tera hi pehla phone aaya…”Rashmi: “Hudd hai bhiya, laparwahi ki… ek phone kar dete Maa ko…
Pata hai kitna ghabra rahi hain wo?”Main bola, “Kya bolun… sorry Rashmi …”Phir kuch der baat ki,
aur phone rakh diya.Lekin ab phone ruk hi nahi raha tha –
kabhi kisi dost ka call,
kabhi gaon ke mukhiya ji ka,
kabhi cousin ka…
Sabko batata raha,
aur Maa ko Rashmi ne sab bata diya tha –
ki main bina bataye kahan nikal gaya.Last mein Maa ka phone aaya…
Maa: “Tu aise kaise bina bataye chala gaya?”Main chup raha…
kuch nahi bola.
Maa: “Bol na, chup kyon hai?
Sharam nahi aati apni Maa ko pareshan karte hue?”
Main phir bhi chup tha…Aakhir mein Maa ne poocha, “Kitni der mein aayega?”
Main bola, “Main ghar nahi aayunga…
Farm par hi soonga, wahi rahunga…”
Aur phone kaat diya.
Main apne gaon aa gaya,
aur seedha farm par chala gaya – tractor ki taraf.
Wahan apna naukar Ramu mila,
maine use bola, “Jaa, ghar ja, mere kapde le kar aa jaa…
Ab main yahin rahunga.”Ramu: “Kya hua bhiya, aap ghar nahi jaoge kya?”Main bola, “Abe, abhi kuch din yahan kaam jyada hai…
Isliye main yahin rahunga.
Maine socha, kuch dino mein ye jagah government acquired kar legi,
to yahan ki fasal aur bahut saara iron ka samaan pada tha –
un sab ko bhangaar mein bech deta hoon,
nahi to baad mein kuch nahi milega…”Farm par ek tubewell aur ek kamra bhi tha –
theek‑thak se rehne layak jagah.Maine bola, “Theek hai bhiya… aur sun, aaj gaon jaa raha hai,
to 4–5 majdoor bhi le kar aana,
yahan kuch kaam hai…”Aur main jor‑shor se kaam mein lag gaya –
fasal kaatne ki taiyaari, samaan ikattha karna,
sab kuch itni tezī se ki jaise kaam hi mera jawaab ho
us raat ke lamhon ka…Ramu ghar gaya,
to usne Maa ko bataya –
“Bhiya aa gaye hain,
unhone kapde magaaye hain,
aur fasal kaatne ki taiyaari kar rahe hain,
saara samaan ikattha kar rahe hain bechne ko…”Aur Maa,
jinke aankhon se aaj bhi aansu rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the,
wo sirf itna hi soch paayi –
“Ye ladka, jo mere hi khoon se nikla,
aaj mere hi saath ek aisi leela mein dooba hua hai,
jo na zubaan bol sakti hai,
na log samajh sakte hain…”
Ganga Maa ko bhi uski khabar aati rehti thi.
Aaj Ganga ne socha ki ek chakkar farm ka laga kar aati hoon.Unhone jaldi‑jaldi ghar ka kaam niptaya,
phir bhi nikalte‑nikalte 3–4 baje ho gaye.Farm par Maa ne jo dekha, wahan ka to naksha hi badal chuka tha…
Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo koi factory mein aa gayin ho.
Charon taraf 30–40 majdoor lage hue the –
koi tamatar ki packing kar raha tha,
koi aaloo ke packet bana raha tha,
koi mirchi bhar raha tha…
3–4 supervisor‑type ke ladke unse kaam karwa rahe the.
Sabne Ganga ka abhivadan kiya –
“Namaste Maaji…”Ganga Maa ne dekha, wahan par saare kaam vyavasthit roop se chal rahe the –
3–4 tractor, tempo, maal bhara ja raha tha,
tent laga ke bahut saari fasal usmein bhari hui tha.Tabhi wo farm ke beech mein bane ghar ki taraf jaati hai,
jahan beta rehta hai –
wo ek chhota sa hut‑numa kamra tha.
Wo wahan sar‑sari daudti hai.Beta ki ek purani khatiya padi thi.
Wo use theek karti hai,
aur chadar ko uthati hai change karne ke liye…
aur tabhi uski nazar ek paper par padti hai,
jo beta ke takiye (pillow) ke neeche tha.Jise dekhkar Ganga chonk jaati hai…
Beta ne uska sketch banaya tha.Wo use gaur se dekhti hai,
aur sharma jaati hai –
kitna pyar karta hai uska pagla beta use,
aur kitna sundar sketch banaya tha…
us paper ke neeche likha tha –
“Mera Pyar Meri Maa.”Ganga mand‑mand muskuraati hai,
aur bahar aa jaati hai.Wahan ghoomte‑ghoomte use kaafi time ho gaya –
sab majdoor dheere‑dheere apne ghar ki aur jaane lage,
ab keval 2–3 log hi bache the,
aur wo bhi hisaab‑kitaab kar rahe the.
Tabhi ek dum se purvaai hawa chalne lagi…
Ganga turant samajh gayi ki aas‑paas kahin barish hone wali hai.Unhone un ladkon se kaha –
“Jaldi se saara maal andar karwao,
shayad barish hone wali hai.
”Un ladkon ne jaldi‑jaldi se saara maal shed mein rakhna shuru kar diya.
Kheton ke beech mein ek ooncha‑sa pahad‑type ki jagah thi,
jahan se sara khet dikhai deta tha.
Ganga daud ke us par chadh jaati hai,
aur apni nazar daudati hai –
“He Ram… itna sara taiyaar maal to iss pahad ke peeche pada hai…”Aur tabhi halki‑halki barish shuru ho jaati hai.Ganga jor‑jor se awaaz lagati hai,
par shayad wo ladke bhi keval wahan ka maal andar rakh ke bhaag jaate hain –
ki kahin Malkin unhein koi aur kaam na bata dein.
Barish ab aur tej ho rahi thi.Ganga ki samajh mein nahi aa raha tha –
itna maal sametna uske bas ki baat nahin thi.Tabhi use bullet bike ki awaaz sunai deti hai…
lagta hai shayad beta aa gaya hai.Ganga ek baar ko lajaa jaati hai –
kyonki us ghatna ke baad wo aaj pehli baar beta ke samne hogi.Aur barish jhoom ke barasne lagti hai…
Ganga Maa bade gaur se sara kaam‑kaaj dekhti hai,
aur apne bete ki soojh‑bhooj aur tarakki dekh kar khush hoti hai.
Unka dil keh raha hai –
“Ye ladka, jo mere hi khoon se nikla,
aaj itni badi jagah par khada ho raha hai…
par uske andar wohi nanha sa beta bhi hai,
jo meri chadar ke neeche soya karta tha…”Aur uske saath‑saath ek aur cheez bhi chup‑chup ke daud rahi hai –
wo raat, wo leela,
wo ek aisi jagah jahan rishta aur jism ek hi saath bhed gaye the.Lekin ab barish ke beech,
wo sirf ek Maa thi –
jo apne bete ki safalta dekh kar muskura rahi thi,
aur andar se hi ek gehri, be‑zubaan tadap bhi le rahi thi.
