🌸 Part 1: Pehli Tasveer, Pehla Sapna
Mujhe sab yaad hai…
Main apne ghar mein thi. Ghar... jahan har kona mujhe jaanta tha.
Wo same sofa, jahan maine pehli baar apni diary likhi thi.
Wo khidki, jahan se maine kabhi chaand ko dekha tha, aur kabhi khud ko.
Us din hawa mein kuch tha—jaise khushi kisi invisible dupatte ki tarah ud rahi ho.
Har cheez mein ek nayi chamak thi.
Sab tayyari ho chuki thi. Mummy ne mera favourite jeans-top nikaala tha—wo pastel blue wala, jo pehn kar main khud ko thoda aur apna lagti hoon.
Papa ne bar bar pucha: "Sab kuch theek hai na?"
Aur mera chhota bhai toh bas hass hass ke taang kheench raha tha—jaise use sab kuch ek movie jaise lag raha ho.
Mere sasural wale pehli baar ghar aa rahe the.
Aur jab woh aaye—mummy, papa, Raj… aur uski badi behen,
sab kuch jaise ek slow-motion mein chalne laga.
Dil tez dhadak raha tha, lekin chehra shaant tha.
Ghar mein woh pehli nazar ka jadoo tha—ek narmi thi, ek chhupi si umeed.
Raj mujhe dekh raha tha… lekin aankhon se nahi, dil se.
Main samajh gayi thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, par uski aankhon mein ek sawaal tha…
aur shayad ek dua bhi.
Us pal mein sab kuch theher gaya tha.
Mummy ki chai ki tray, Raj ki behen ki shaant muskaan, aur mere haathon ki thandak… sab kuch ek saath mehsoos ho raha tha.
Shaam ko hum sab ek hotel gaye.
Baarish ho rahi thi—na jaise bheegne wali, na rukne wali. Sirf mehsoos hone wali.
Hotel ki roshni baarish ke paani mein reflect ho rahi thi,
aur sab kuch kisi dreamy filter jaisa lag raha tha.
Sab ready ho rahe the ek family dinner ke liye.
Raj ke papa meri mummy se politics pe baat kar rahe the,
Raj ki behen mere chhote bhai se career ke options discuss kar rahi thi.
Aur main?
Main bas khidki ke paas khadi thi—baarish ko dekhte hue,
aur us reflection ko mehsoos karte hue…
jisme Raj khud ko dekhne ka bahana kar raha tha, par mujhe dekh raha tha.
Tabhi sab kuch badal gaya.
Pata nahi kaise, par main aur Raj ek purani haveli mein the.
Ek alag duniya thi—jaise waqt rukh gaya ho.
Haveli ke bade-bade darwaze, purani rangin sheeshe,
aur ek mehek jo kisi purani mehfil ki yaad dilati thi.
Har kona chup tha, par sab kuch keh raha tha.
Raj ne mera haath pakda. “Yeh kahan aa gaye hum?”
Main muskurayi. “Jahan waqt sirf hamara hai.”
Wahan humne sab kuch taste kiya—kuch meetha, kuch chatpata,
thoda muskaan, thoda khamoshi.
Har jharokhe se lagta tha jaise haveli bhi hamari kahani sun rahi ho.
Woh ek aisi duniya thi jahan sirf do log the—main aur Raj.
Na responsibilities, na formality. Sirf hum.
Pyaar ko mehsoos karne ke liye aur kuch chahiye bhi kaha hota hai?
Phir hum haveli ke gate tak aaye.
Woh gate… jaise kahani ka pehla page bhi ho sakta tha, ya antim.
Tabhi kuch ajeeb hua—Raj ki awaaz dheere hone lagi.
Sab kuch blur sa lagne laga.
Aur phir… aankh khul gayi.
Main apne bed pe thi. Sab kuch waise hi tha.
Lekin haath mein... ek purani chaabi thi.
Kya woh sapna tha?
Ya... kahani abhi baaki thi?
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— Dimpal Limbachiya
