Behan ki Pregnancy: Bhai ki Zimmedaari – Update 5

Tabhi use bullet motorcycle ki awaaz sunai deti hai…

lagta hai, shayad woh aa gaya hai.Ganga ek baar ko lajja jaati hai,

kyunki us ghatna ke baad wo aaj pehli baar uske saamne hogi.

Aur barish jhoom‑jhoom kar barasne lagti hai,

jaise aasmaan bhi ussi atki hui saans ko chhod raha ho.Tabhi use woh motorcycle se aata hua dikhai deta hai,

wo jor se awaaz deta hai,

aur Ganga Maa pahaad par khadi dikhai deti hai –

barish mein bheegti, geeli sadi chipki hui,

maano uski sharm aur barish ek hi rang lekar utar rahi hon.Ganga:

“Beta, yahan bahut kaccha maal pada hai,

aur saare majdoor dar kar bhaag gaye hain chhod ke…”Wahi se turant tractor start hota hai,

aur pahaad ke peeche se woh tractor le aata hai.

Ganga aur woh jaldi‑jaldi tractor mein saara maal load karne lagte hain.Ganga ek gaon ki damdaar aurat hai –

wo daliya bhar‑bhar kar tractor mein daal rahi hai,

kamar seedhi, maathe par paseena,

par haathon mein joar, jaise uski izzat bhi wahi lad rahi ho.

Aur woh bhi uske saath kaam mein juta hua hai,

ek taraf barish, doosri taraf bhaari bojh,

aur beech mein dono ki chuppi, jo kuch kehna chahti hai par na keh pa rahi.Mausam ne achanak karwat badal li hai –

ab muslaadhaar barish ke saath‑saath aandhi bhi chalne lagti hai.

Ped jhukte hain, dhool mitti ki khushboo udti hai,

aur tractor ke chaaron aur geeli mitti ke chhinte uchalte rehte hain.Us barish, us aandhi aur us bhaari maal ke beech

donon ki saansen ek hi lay mein chalti hain,

jaise ye toofan nahi,

balke usi ghatna ki yaadon ka doosra roop ho –

jo barish ki tarah bars rahi hai,

aur uski awaaz baar‑baar dil mein goonj rahi hai.

Dono ne badi mehnat se aandhiyon ke khilaaf kaam karke sara maal tractor mein load kar diya.“Tu jaldi se tractor le jaa aur use shed mein khada kar de, main aati hoon…”“Maa, aap bhi tractor mein aa jao…”“Nahi beta, tu jaa. Main toh abb poora bheeg chuki hoon. Main abhi aati hoon… jaldi kar, nahi to sara maal kharab ho jaayega…”Woh tractor ko back maarta hai aur use dauda deta hai shed ki taraf.Aur Ganga dheere‑dheere pahaad se utarti hai – pahaad ki dhalaan par bahut fislan ho gayi thi, aur muslaadhaar barish ki wajah se wahan par ek jharna‑sa ban gaya tha.Ganga ka pair fisal jaata hai,

wo cheekhati hui gir jaati hai,

aur fisalti hui neeche aa jaati hai –

neeche bhare paani aur khichad mein gir jaati hai.Uske pair aur koolhon mein moch aa jaati hai fisalne ki wajah se.

Wo ardh‑behosi ki awastha mein padi rehti hai,

uthna bhi mushkil lagta hai.Woh tractor ko shed mein park karke dekhta hai,

par Maa kahin dikhai nahi deti.

Woh jor se chillata hai:“Maaaaaaaaaaa…!”Ganga uski awaaz sun kar:

“Beta… main yahan hun…”Par barish ki wajah se awaaz saaf nahi pahunchti.

Phir bhi woh pahaad ki taraf bhagta hai,

aur wahan use Maa neeche giri dikhai deti hai.Woh daud kar uske paas pahunchta hai:

“Maa, kya hua?”Ganga:

“Beta, pair fisal gaya… jagah‑jagah chot aayi hai. Lagta hai pair mein moch aa gayi hai…”Woh Ganga Maa ko uthane ki koshish karta hai,

par wo utha nahi ja rahi.

Aakhir‑kaar woh Ganga Maa ko apni god mein uthaa leta hai.Us samay Ganga paani mein poori tarah geeli aur keechad‑mitti se sani hui thi.

Mausam ka taapmaan ek dum se gir gaya tha –

din mein jo temperature lagbhag 30–35 ke aas‑paas thi,

wo ab 8–9 degree par aa chuki thi.Purvaai hawa chal rahi thi,

aur chaaron taraf andhera chhaa chuka tha –

sirf barish ka pani, hawa ki aawaz,

Vaise woh ek yuva, balishth ladka tha,

par phir bhi Ganga bahut bhaari thi.Usne bola,

“Maa, mere gale ko pakad lo…  kahin aap gir na jaao.”Ganga ne apni baahen uske gale mein daal kar latak liya.

Isse uski badi‑badi choochian uske seene se takraane lagi,

aur usko ek tarang‑sa mehsoos hua…

jaise poore shareer mein ek current‑sa daud gaya ho.Usne Ganga Maa ko aur zor se jakad liya,

aur muslaadhaar, bheegti barish ke beech

wo usko apni baahon mein liye khet ke upar bane kamron ki taraf chal pada.Ganga ko ab thoda behtar mehsoos ho raha tha.

Barish ki wajah se usne aankhein band kar li thi,

ya shayad kisi anubhooti ke anand mein doob kar –

wo sirf apne bete ki baahon mein jhoomti hui chali ja rahi thi.Dono ke bhaav shunya ho chuke the…

bas woh Ganga ko apni god mein liye chal raha tha,

jaise ye safar ant‑heen ho jaaye aur kabhi khatam na ho.Ganga ke mulayam‑mulayam, yuva ubhaar

uske seene se ragad khaakar aag paida kar rahe the,

aur dono ka badan us aag mein jal raha tha –

saath‑saath ek rishta bhi jal raha tha…

dhire‑dhire bhaavon ke us andhere mein badalta hua.Woh kautumbik vichar ke agle level par ja raha tha,

jahan “maa” aur “beta” ke beech ki deewar

barish, bhaari shareer, aur garam saanson ke beech

dhundhli padne lagi thi.Dono ke hont chup the,

par shareer baatein kar rahe the –

har chhun, har ragad, har gehri saans

ek adhoori ichha ki tarah hawa mein tair rahi thi.Barish se sarabor Ganga ko apne aagosh mein liye

wo khet ki jhopdi tak pahunch gaya.Ganga keechad se sani hui thi.

Woh use lekar paas hi bane paani ke tank ke paas le gaya.

Ganga ne apne shareer par lagi mitti aur keechad dho daali.Uske kapde bhi keechad se chipak chuke the.

Woh apne kapde utaar kar tank mein khud ko saaf karne laga.Ganga thand se kaanp rahi thi.Usne kaha,

“Maa, aap apne kapde yahin utaar do,

main aapke liye chadar le kar aata hoon.”Woh jhopdi mein jaakar chadar aur towel lekar laut aaya.

Barish ki girti boondon ke beech

dono ke beech ek nayi chuppi bas gayi –

jo na to poori tarah maa‑beta ki thi,

na kisi aur rishte ki…

bas ek aisi khamoshi,

jisme barish, thand aur garam saansen

ek‑dusre ko dhak rahi thi.

Ganga jaldi se apne kapde wahi daal deti hai,

aur ek jhaadi ki aandhi mein apne shareer ko ponch kar chadar lapet leti hai –

gale se cross karke …

Wahan koi aur kapde the hi nahi, sirf wahi geeli mitti, thandi hawa,

aur uski apni bheegi‑bheegi saans.Woh Ganga Maa ko shed ke andar leta hai.

Barish apne poore joron par thi,

aur uski boochaar dono ko bilkul geela kar rahi thi –

kapdon se tapakta pani, zameen par bana paani ka thalm,

aur chhote‑chhote jharna‑se dharaen jo shed ke kinare se beh rahi thi.Ganga thand se kaanp rahi thi,

jaise uski har haddi mein se garmi nikal rahi ho.Usne Maa ko dekha, aur use laga –

kahi Ganga Maa thand se knemonia na ho jaaye.

Abhi shaam hi thi,

par barish aur baadlon ki wajah se poora andhera chha chuka tha,

bijli bhi chali gayi thi –

koi bulb, koi fan, koi awaaz sirf barish ki.Usne socha, Maa ko kuch garam cheez deni chahiye,

nahi to inhe kahin thand na lag jaaye.

Pehle woh machis dhoondhta hai,

phir lalten jalaata hai –

chamakte hi uski roshni se shed ke andar ek halka‑sa garm saaya fail jata hai.Chulhe par kuch purane kagaz, kapde, aur lakdi daal kar

wo aag lagaata hai.

Ek pateele mein pani rakh deta hai,

taaki woh garam ho jaaye –

chahe chai ho ya bas garam pani,

kuch to ho jo thand ko thoda peeche dhakel de.Use aisa karte dekh Ganga poochti hai,

“Beta, kya kar raha hai?”Uska sawaal halka sa tha,

par usmein thand, thakan, aur ek chhote‑se vishwaas ki chingari thi –

jaise wo jaanti ho ki uska beta uske liye kuch bhi kar sakta hai,

bas thand se bachne ke liye.

“Maa, main aag jala raha hoon aur garam‑garam kaadhaa banaunga…mere paas ek Baba Ramdev kaa kaadha hai ….thand se bachane kaa Raam Baan ilaaj hai … tere ko thand na lage.”Ganga ne sar hila ke kaha, “Theek hai…”Paani garam karke use do glass mein le kar woh kamre ke andar ki taraf gaya,

aur ander se Old Monk Rum ki bottle nikal li.

Dono glass mein paitala peg daal diya –

jaise koi chhupa hua jadoo ho jo thand ke saath‑saath kuch aur bhi garam kare.Usne man hi man socha –

“Maa ne kabhi rum to chakhi nahi hai, use kya pata chalega?

Wo to use kadhaa hi samjhegi…”Glass Ganga Maa ko pakda diye.“Maa, jaldi se kadhaa pee le, abhi sardi door bhaag jaayegi…”Ganga ne kaanpate haathon se glass thama,

ek gehri si ghunt li,

aur bura sa muh banaate hue boli,

“Kadva hai… thoo, thoo…”

aur apni zubaan se thoo‑thoo karne lagi,

jaise koi bechare bachche ki tarah.“Are Maa, ye kadhaa hai – Baba Ramdev ka… sardi mein bahut asar karta hai. Pee le, nahi to knemonia ho jaayega…”Uski aawaz mein thodi si mazak, thodi si chinta,

aur thodi si chhupi hui bechaini thi –

jaise wo sirf thand se bachana chahta ho,

par uske dil ke andar kuch aur bhi chal raha ho,

jo barish, andhera, aur uski chadar se lipat Ganga ki saans ke beech

dhundhla‑sa pad raha tha.

Baba Ramdev ka kaadhaa sun ke Maa chup ho gayi,

aur dheere‑dheere sip karke peene lagi.

Sach mein, jab rum ka glass andar chala gaya,

to use shareer mein ek tarang‑si daud gayi –

garam, chipchipi, aur thodi si bekaabu.Jab use dekha ke Ganga Maa ka kaanpana band ho gaya hai,

to poocha,

“Maa, ab kaisa lag raha hai?”Ganga ne sar hilaate hue kaha,

“Ab accha feel ho raha hai…”Woh khush ho gaya aur muskuraate hue bola,

“Ek glass aur bana doon?”Ganga, jo rum ke sharoor mein aa chuki thi,

bas halki si muskaan ke saath boli,

“Theek hai…”Usne apna glass bhi khatam kiya,

aur garam paani mein do patiyala peg aur bBaba Ramdev ka kaadhaa sun ke Maa chup ho gayi,

aur dheere‑dheere sip karke peene lagi.

Sach mein, jab Rum ka glass andar chala gaya,

to use shareer mein ek tarang‑si daud gayi –

garam, chipchipi, aur thodi si be‑kaabu.Jab use dekha ke Ganga Maa ka kaanpana band ho gaya hai,

to poocha,

“Maa, ab kaisa lag raha hai?”Ganga ne sar hilaate hue kaha,

“Ab accha feel ho raha hai…”Woh khush ho gaya aur muskuraate hue bola,

“Ek glass aur bana doon?”Ganga, jo Rum ke shuroor mein aa chuki thi,

bas halki si muskaan ke saath boli,

“Theek hai…”Usne apna glass bhi khatam kiya,

aur garam paani mein do patiyala peg aur bana laaya,

saath mein andar se chatpate chane bhi le aaya.Barish abhi bhi apne shabaab par thi –

muslaadhaar, garajti hui,

aur shed ke baahar failti hui.Ganga shed ke darwaaze par khadi ho kar aasmaan ki taraf dekh rahi thi,

aur Rum ka glass dheere‑dheere sip kar rahi thi.

Har garam ghunt ke saath

use shareer mein ek nayi tarang pravesh kar rahi thi –

jaise uski haddiyan pighal rahi hon,

aur nasein garam reet par lot rahi hon.Tabhi woh bhi Maa ke bagal mein aa gaya,

aur wahiin khada ho gaya.

Us samay woh sirf ek tauliye lapete hua tha,

kyunki uske saare kapde poori tarah geele ho chuke the.Usne chane Ganga ki aur badhaye,

dono ki aankhein takrai,

aur Ganga aur uske chehre par ek muskaan aa gayi.

Ganga ne uske haath se chane le liye,

aur apne honton se chat‑chat karke khane lagi –

jaise uski zabani bhi us sharab ka swaad chus rahi ho.Rum apna asar dikhane lagi thi –

jahan kuch der pehle Ganga thand se bheegi hui kaanp rahi thi,

ab woh barish ki fuhaar ka anand le rahi thi,

jaise paani ki har boond uski twacha par ek naya chumban chhod rahi ho.Tabhi door se jaanvaron ki awaaz aayi –

bhainson ke rambhaane ki awaaz,

aur uske saath hi ek bhainsa jo usi bhaains ke peeche tha,

jiski gudda uski Maa ki tarah geeli aur garam thi.Dono ki nazrein wahan ja tik gayi –

wahi bhaains,

aur uske bagal mein wahi bhainsa,

jo uski gudda ko chaat raha tha,

jaise koi bhookha kutta apni pasandeeda cheez par toot pada ho.Ye drashya dekh kar Ganga sharma gayi,

aur tabhi bebak si uske muh se nikal gayi,

“Maa, ye garbhavatee ho gayi hai…”Ye sun kar Ganga sihar gayi,

aur sharm se neeche dekhne lagi –

jaise uski aankhon ke saamne

apni hi gudda aur apna hi garbh dikha raha ho.Ek maun sa pal dono ke beech chha gaya,

kuch der ke liye sirf barish ki awaaz thi,

aur door se bhainson ki rambahaat.Aur tabhi woh Ganga ke peeche aa gaya,

aur dheere se uske kaan mein phusphusaya,

bhaains ko dekhte hue,

“Sasura bada harami hai…

apni Maa ko chod‑chod ke garbhavatee kar diya…”Ye baat sun kar Ganga phir se sharma gayi,

aur jid se uske muh se nikal gaya,

“Chup… kuch bhi mat bak…”Par uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi –

Wo bhains  Gaai (cow) hain aur tu Guy (ladka) hai …main Maa kii hajirjababi se nat mastak ho gaya …

jaise uska dil bhi is baat se khel raha ho.Usne glass se ek bada ghunt Rum ka maara,

aur jaise hi woh garam pey neeche utra,

uske shareer mein ek aur tarang daud gayi.Woh Ganga ke peeche hi khada tha,

aur apne haath uske kandhon par rakh diye –

geeli ungliyan, garam hatheliyan,

aur beech mein ek aisa dabav,

jaise woh use apne aage khinch raha ho,

lekin abhi tak chhune tak nahi pahuncha ho.Ganga ne halki si mud kar uski aur dekha,

aur pyaar se uske sar par haath phera –

jaise Maa apne bete ko samjha rahi ho,

par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi –

jo Maa ki nahi,

balki ek aurat ki thi.Usne glass ek taraf rakh diya,

aur apni dono baahen Ganga ki kamar mein daal di.

Ganga seedhi khadi ho gayi,

aur woh uske peeche se lag gaya –

dono ek hi shareer ki tarah khade the,

barish ki boondon ke beech.Barish ki bouchhaaren dono ko bheega rahi thi,

chote‑chote tauliye mein uska lund apne aakaar mein aa raha tha –

sakht, garam, aur geeli twacha se chipka hua.

Woh Ganga Maa ki gaand mein dhasa hua tha,

na to poora andar, na bahar –

bas ek aisa dabav,

jaise woh uski gudda ko apne liye garam kar raha ho.Ganga asahj thi,

par Rum apna kaam pehle hi kar chuki thi –

usne 90 ml ke do peg down kiye the,

jo kisi ne pehli baar daaru pi ho,

uske liye kaafi the.Dono Maa‑bete kaafi der tak isi mudra mein khade rahe,

barish ki bouchhaaron ka anand lete hue –

ek dusre ki garam saanson,

geele shareeron,

aur us adhoore spars ke beech,

jo abhi tak shabdon mein nahi badla tha.

Ganga Maa, sharm se sar jhukaye,

chupchaap apne bete ki gatividhiyon ka dhyaan rakh rahi thi.

Woh jaanti thi ki woh use akele mein mauka paakar koi na koi harakat zaroor karega –

uske dil ki dhadkan badh rahi thi,

aur saanse tez hone ke kaaran uske bhaare stan upar‑neeche chhalak rahe the,

apna vajood mehsoos karwa rahe the.Use is baat ka aabhaas ho gaya tha ki woh uske peeche khada hai,

use intezar tha ki woh kya karane vaala hai…Barish ki boochaar se Ganga poori geeli ho chuki thi –

iss baat ka aheshaash woh bhi mehsoos kar raha tha,

aur use lag raha tha ki Maa phir kaanp rahi hai.

Woh andar jaakar ek kambal le aaya.Apni Maa ko kambal de deta hai –

apne bete ka is prakaar ka pyaar dekh kar Ganga Maa muskuraate hue kambal le leti hai,

aur apne bete ki aur pyaar se dekhkar

kambal ko audh leti hai,

aur geeli chadar nikal deti hai.Par thand itni tez thi ki kambal mein bhi

uske shareer mein kampan ho raha tha,

jo paas mein hi khada woh mehsoos kar raha tha.Kuch der tak woh apni Maa ko dekhta raha,

par jab dekhta hai ki uski Maa thand ki wajah se kaamp rahi hai,

to woh muskuraate hue apni dono baahen phaila deta hai,

aur gardan se ishaara karke

apni Maa ko apni baahon mein aane ka signal deta hai.Ganga devi, use dekhkar nazrein jhuka leti hai,

par himmat nahi juta paati ki woh uski baahon mein simat jaaye –

kyunki use dar tha ki kahi woh phir se uske saath koi na koi harakat kare,

us din jaisi.Jab woh dekhta hai ki uski Maa koi pratikriya nahi dikha rahi,

to woh uske paas apna chehra le jaata hai,

aur dheere se uske gaalon ko choom leta hai –

ek aisa chumban jo sirf maa‑beta ka nahi,

balki ek aurat aur ek mard ke beech ka bhi lagta hai.Ganga ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare,

par aaj woh sharab ke shuroor mein thi,

aur sharab ne uske dimaag par kaboo kar liya tha –

saath hi woh kaamukta ka astra,

jo uske peeche khade uske lund ki tarah

uski gaand mein chubh raha tha.

Dono ek hi kambal mein apne aap ko chhupa lete hain.

Woh apni Maa ko apne seene se laga kar bahut sukoon mehsoos kar raha hai –

pyaar se uske sar par haath rakh kar sahalaata hai,

aur uske maathe par dheere se choom leta hai.Ganga devi ko bhi apne bete ka yeh andaaz bahut pasand aata hai,

aur woh uske seene par sar rakh kar aankhein band kar leti hai –

jaise poora jahan sirf un dono ka ho,

aur baaki sab kuch andhera.Maa‑bete ek hi kambal ke andar bilkul nagn awastha mein the –

bahar bijli joron se kadak rahi thi,

aur andar dono ke badan dehak rahe the,

Rum ka asar poori khumari par tha.Uska tauliya kab sarak ke neeche gir chuka tha,

par use pata hi nahi chala –

jaise uski nazar sirf Maa ke shareer par hi tik gayi ho.Maa‑bete kitni der tak isi tarah khade reh gaye –

aasmaan ki aur dekhte,

prakriti ko dekhte,

aur apne hi beech ke us garm silsile ko mehsoos karte.Unke khet mein bane chhote se pahaad se paani neeche ki taraf aa raha tha,

jo ek jharne ka roop le chuka tha –

paani neeche ek chhote se kund mein gir raha tha,

jo naturally ek chhota sa swimming pool jaisa lag raha tha.Uski nazar wahan gayi,

aur woh bola,

“Maa, dekho kitna sundar jharna ban gaya hai…

chalo wahi chalte hain. Pagal ho raha hai, dekh kitni thand ho rahi hai.”“Thand ka ilaaj hai mere paas…”“Kya?”“Baba Ramdev ka kaadha… abhi sardi door bhaag jaayegi.”“Par beta, mujhe bahut zor ki peshaab lagi hai…” Ganga Maa boli.“Tu chinta mat kar, ek glass kaadha aur pee le,

phir main tere ko peshaab bhi karwata hoon,

aur phir jharne par chalegein…”Ganga ne haan mein sar hila diya.Woh jaldi se andar gaya,

aur garam paani mein do Rum ke large peg bana laaya.“Le Maa, aur pee jaa – ek ghunt mein…”Jo Sanskari Ganga chai bhi nahi peeti thi,

aur aaj…

Ganga ne ek bada ghunt maara –

aadha glass hi gaya,

par Rum uske halak se kaleje tak cheerti hui neeche chali gayi.Usne Ganga ke kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha,

“Je bata… shabaash…”Aur Ganga ne doosre ghunt mein glass khatam kar diya.“Chal ab chalein…”

Ganga ne phir se haan mein sar hila diya.Usne uska kambal utaar diya –

Ganga ab bilkul nagn thi…

aur woh bhi.Ab woh Maa‑bete nahi the,

balki “Nar aur Maada” the –

ek hi khet, ek hi jharna, ek hi raat.Nagn hone mein Ganga ko sharam aa rahi thi,

par shayad sharab ke nashe ne us par kaaboo kar liya tha.Woh bhi nagn awastha mein tha –

uska lund 90 degree par khada,

bilkul seedha, sakht, aur manorama drishya bana raha tha.Usne Ganga ka haath pakad kar use chalne ko bola,

aur ek ped ke neeche le gaya –

“Maa, yahan peshaab kar le…”Gadrai gaand le kar Ganga baith jaati hai,

aur ek seeti‑si awaaz ke saath mootna shuru kar deti hai.Woh mantra‑mugdh ho kar apni Maa ko mootte hue dekhta rehta hai –

jaise woh koi pujari apni devi ka jalabhishek dekh raha ho.Ganga mud kar dekhti hai,

jab wo dekhti hai ki woh use hi ghoore ja raha hai,

to muskuraate hue poochti hai,

“Aise kyun ghoor raha hai?”“Tu kitni sundar hai…”“Chup, besharm…”

wo use muskura kar jhidakti hai.Ganga moot chuki thi,

aur woh khadi ho jaati hai.Wahi jahan Ganga ne moota tha,

wo ghutno ke bal baith jaata hai,

aur Ganga ka moot, jo barish ke pani se mil chuka tha,

apne haath ki anjali mein bhar ke pee jaata hai.“Chii, ye kya kar raha hai…” Ganga cheekhati hai,

“meri pesaab pee raha hai… gandi hai wo…”“Maa ke shareer se nikla koi bhi dravya ganda nahi ho sakta…”Aur woh Ganga ki yoni mukh par lagi peshaab ki boondon ko

apni jeebh se chaat leta hai.“Sssiiiiiioiiiioiiiiiiiiiii…”

Ganga sihar jaati hai –

use nahi pata tha ki uska pagal beta use itna chahta hai.

Aur udhar woh apni matrabhoomi ko choos‑choos ke

ekkis topon ki salaami deta hai –

jaise koi bhakt apni devi ki pooja kar raha ho.Ganga ko lagta hai jaise uske pairon mein jaan hi nahi bachi ho –

wo kab jhad jaati hai, bhar bhar ke,

use pata hi nahi chalta,

aur apna saara ras woh uske muh mein chod deti hai.Woh oopar ko dekhta hai –

dono ki aankhein takrati hain,

Ganga sharma kar unhain neeche jhuka leti hai.Woh Ganga ki yoni ko choomta hua khada ho jaata hai,

aur Ganga ko apni god mein uthaa kar

us chhote se kund ki aur chal padta hai –

jharna ke neeche.Ganga chupchaap uske gale mein baahen daale padi rehti hai,

jaise keh rahi ho –

“Jo hona hai, aaj ho jaane do…”Aur barish ne ek baar phir jor dikhaya,

aur phir joron se barasne lagi –

paani ki boonden unke nange shareeron par tapak rahi thi,

jaise koi prakritik abhishek ho रहा हो।Woh apni Maa ke madak, gadraye badan ko apni baahon mein uthaye

kund ki aur chal diya –

kund lagbhag 100 meter door tha.Ganga ko baahon mein uthaaye,

mastee mein uske gaalon aur honthon ko choomata hua,

wo uske pragaadh chumban se Ganga baar‑baar sirah ja rahi thi,

aur madak sisakiyan le rahi thi.Dono bilkul nagn the –

wo chal raha tha,

uska khula tana hua lund idhar‑udhar hil raha tha,

aur Ganga ki choochiyan vaasana mein sakht ho kar tan gayi thi,

idhar‑udhar hil‑hil kar use atyadhik uttejit kar rahi thi।Chalate chalate usne apni Maa ki ek choochee ko munh mein bhar liya,

aur peene laga –

ek pal ke liye woh raaste mein khade hokar

apni Maa ko baahon mein uthaaye,

uski choochee peene laga।Ganga sisakate hue thoda hans padi,

aur bolee,

“Beta, andhere mein gir jaayega… thoda sabr kar, mera bachaa…

aaaaahahahaha… jee, bhar‑kar pee lena…”Jharne ke neeche ka mahaul bhi bada mast tha –

taapmaan bilkul down ho chuka tha,

par Baba Ramdev ka kaadha apna kaam kar raha tha,

aur Ganga Maa apne poore rang mein aa chuki thi –

na Maa, na aurat,

bas ek hi aag,

aur ek hi raat.

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