Dead Never Lie ~ A Love Story – Update 35

Update 35

Aman shahar ke beechon beech dheere dheere gadi chalate huye aage badhta ja raha tha.. Uske man mein rah rahkar rohan ke ajeeb se sapne ko lekar khayal aa rahe the.. aur sapna bhi aisa jo sach ho gaya… poorvajanam hota hai.. ye usne bahuton se suna tha.. par isko sakshat sach hota huaa wo pahli baar hi dekh raha tha.. Usko Rohan ki kismat par naaj tha aur isiliye shayad uss’se lagaav sa bhi ho gaya tha.. yaadon ke bhanwar mein uljhe Aman ko achanak apne pahle pyar ki yaad aa gayi aur barbas hi uski aankhon se aansoo chhalak uthe.. kitni pyari thi wo! ek dum phool si najuk.. dono ko ek dusre se pyar ho gaya tha.. par ikraar kabhi nahi kar paye.. wo usko dekh kar rah jata.. aur wo usko dekh kar rah jati.. ghar ki munder par khade hokar ghanton ek dusre ko niharte rahne ka silsila ekdum band ho gaya.. uss din Aman raat hone tak wahin khada raha tha.. agle din jab usko pata chala ki ‘wo’ apne maa baap ke sath shahar chhodkar chali gayi hai toh aman tadap utha.. 2 din tak khana bhi nahi kha paya.. kam se kam bata toh deti… par ho bhi kya sakta tha.. wo usko rok thode hi leta.. aakhir umra hi kya thi unki uss waqt.. par pyar umra dekhkar thode hi hota hai.. ‘wo’ toh bus ho jata hai.. kahin bhi.. kisi se bhi.. achanak!

Achanak Aman ne gadi side mein roki aur ek photocopy nikal kar padhne laga…
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“Hi Aman!

Jis din tumne mujhe pahli baar chhat par khade dekha tha.. shayad pahli baar dekha tha… par maine pahli baar nahi.. main toh tumhe kitne hi dino se gali mein cricket khelte huye dekhti aa rahi thi.. apne ghar ki khidki se tumhe chhat par khade ho patang udate huye dekhti aa rahi thi… patang udate huye tum jab bhi pichhe hat’te huye bilkul munder ke paas aa jate the toh mera nanha sa dil dhadak uthta tha.. kahin tum gir na jao.. mera tumhe pukar kar wahan se hat jane ke liye kahne ko man karta.. par kabhi aawaj hi nahi nikal payi.. tumhara naam lena shayad mere vash mein tha hi nahi.. aur shayad meri kismat mein bhi nahi…

tumhe yaad hai ek baar uncle ne tumhe tumhari chhat par aakar chanta lagaya tha.. (pata nahi kyun) tum toh sirf roye the.. par meri cheekh nikal gayi.. meri mummy doudi huyi aayi thi chhat par.. kya batati unko?

saal poora hone ko hai.. tum roz chhat par aate ho.. par hamesha mujhse late. hamesha main hi tumhara intjaar karti huyi milti thi.. hai na? kayi baar toh tum aadha aadha ghanta intjaar karwa kar aate.. mera tumse roothne ko man karta.. par fir manaata koun? tumhe dekhkar hi itna sukoon milta tha ki har roz neeche jate hi agle din ki sham ka intjaar karna mushkil ho jata tha.. tumse milne ko itni tadap rahi thi ki sote huye takiya sir se nikal kar seene par chipka leti thi.. par tumhara seena kabhi uss ‘takiye’ ki jagah nahi le paya…

kitni hi baar tumhare aage se gujari.. par tumne roka hi nahi.. kitni hi baar jaanboojh kar tumhari batting ya balling ke time wickets ke beech jakar khadi huyi.. par kabhi tumne toka hi nahi…

Tumhe yaad hai jab ek din hum dono ek hi colour ki shirt pahan kar chhat par aa gaye the toh dono kitna hanse the..? colour yaad hoga na? uske baad tumhari sabhi shirts ke colour maine yaad kar liye the.. roz sochkar pahanti aur upar aati ki tumne shayad yahi colour daal rakha ho.. par uske baad kabhi colour nahi mile.. ek din tumhare upar aate hi main bhag kar neeche gayi thi.. pata hai kyun? tumhari shirt ke colour ka suit daalne.. he he..

tum aaj sham aaye hi nahi chhat par.. aaj toh tumhara aana sab se jyada jaroori tha.. aaj main tumse kuchh bolna chahti thi.. pahli baar.. aur shayad aakhiri baar bhi.. par meri kismat mein shayad tha hi nahi.. ek baar tumse bolna.. tumahara hath pakad kar rona.. aur batana ki aankhon hi aankhon mein tum mere kya ban gaye ho….

main kal ja rahi hoon.. hamesha ke liye.. papa ka transfer ho gaya hai.. ab chhat par najar nahi aaoongi kabhi.. par tumhe bhool bhi nahi paaungi.. tum bhi nahi bhoologe na?

tum subah der se uthte ho.. isiliye letter tumhare dost babloo ko dekar jaaungi.. ummeed hai wo tumhe de dega..

kabhi bol nahi payi tumse.. bolne ka bada man karta tha.. kabhi mil nahi payi.. milne ka bada man karta tha.. kabhi kah nahi payi.. kahne ka bada man karta tha.. I Love You!

main bilkul bhi nahi ro rahi.. tum bhi rona mat please!

Tumhari,
(naam mit gaya tha.. shayad aansuon ne mita diya,)
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Aman kagaj ko wapas purse mein rakhte huye muskura utha.. par uski aankhein toh chhalak aayi thi.. muskurahat shayad bebas aankhon ko dilasa dene ke liye hi aayi hogi…

aankhon se aansoo ponchhte huye jaise hi wo govt. college ke saamne se gujra, uski najar babblu par pad gayi,” oye babblu!” aman ne chillakar usko pukara..

Babblu bhaga hua uske paas aaya aur khidki kholkar gadi mein baith gaya,” kya chakkar hai yaar.. aajkal andar hi andar rahta hai?”

“tu bata pahle? yahan ladkiyon ke college ke gate par kya kaam hai tera.. noukri maangne aaya hai kya?” Aman ne majak kiya…

“Arey noukri karein hamare dushman.. main toh line maar raha hoon… he he!”

“kis par.. koyi de rahi hai kya….. line?” aman hansa…

“de degi yaar.. main toh apna karm kar raha hoon.. dena dilwana toh prabhu ke hath mein hai.. kya pata kis ghadi kisi najneen ko taras aa jaye.. meri bhari jawani par… he he he.. bata na.. kahan ja raha hai?” Babblu ne aakhir mein poochha…

“oh teri bhari jawaaani.. kahin chalkar aana hai.. tere karm toh fir bhi hote rahenge.. chalein?” Aman ne poochha…

“chalo yaar.. kabhi tujhe mana kiya hai?” Babblu ne bahar nikal kar waqar ko pukara,” meri gadi le jana bhai..” fir baithkar khidki band kar li aur gadi chal padi…..