Sehar e Roshni (episode 7)
written by sirraha
Shaam ke 7 baje tak Sehar Mumbai pahunch chuki thi — us sheher mein jise kabhi sapno jaisa samjha tha. Lekin usne kabhi nahi socha tha ke woh is tarah yahan aayegi.
Woh apna sheher Hyderabad, aur wahan ke logon ko kaafi peeche chhod kar aayi thi. Raat ke 8 baje tak woh apni nani ke ghar pahunch gayi thi.
Uske saath uske chacha Waqeer Sahab the. Poore rasten unhone ek shabd bhi nahi kaha, lekin jaate waqt uske sar par haath rakhte hue bole:
“Mujhe maaf kar dena Sehar… iss baar tumhe nahi bacha saka.”
Sehar shuru se hi sabki ladli thi — khaaskar apne chacha Waqeer Sahab ki. Jab bhi woh koi shararat karti aur Zahira Begum ki daant se Zahid Sahab use bachane ke liye vhan nhi hote, toh dhal ban jaate the Waqeer. Lekin is baar… woh bhi nahi ban paaye.
Nani ke ghar pohch kar jab bell bajayi gayi, toh kuch hi der mein ek 55-60 saal ki aurat ne darwaza khola. Unhe dekhte hi Sehar khushi se unke gale lag gayi. Nani, Fatima Begum, usse bepanah pyaar karti thi. Sehar unki eklauti beti ki sabse badi aulaad thi — isliye ladli bhi thi.
“Assalamualaikum, Nanu. Kaisi hain aap?”
“Wa’alaikum assalam meri ladoo! Main toh theek hoon, lekin tu kaisi ho gayi hai? Kya baat hai, Zahira tera khayal nahi rakhti kya? Ruk, abhi phone karke sunati hoon use! Meri beti ko khana bhi nahi deti kya time pe?”
“Arey nahi nahi, Nanu. Aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas exams ki tension thi…”Usne jhooti muskaan ke saath kaha.
Waqeer Sahab gate par hi salaam-dua kar ke chhod kar chale gaye.
Ab dono living room mein the. Sehar, Nani ki god mein sir rakh kar leti hui thi.Ghar do manzila tha — na zyada purana, na naya. Ek chhota sa, pyaara sa ghar.
Chhota sa garden bhi tha. Aur sabse khoobsurat tha pichhle hissay se aata samundar ka view — jis wajah se Sehar ko wahi room mila jiski balcony samundar ki taraf thi.
“Accha Nanu, aap itne bade ghar mein akele kaise rehti ho?”
Usne pyaar bhare andaaz mein poocha.
“Beta… jab apne hi chhod jaate hain, toh fir chaahe jaise bhi ho… rehna padta hai.”
Unki awaaz mein kuch tha… jo Sehar ko chubh gaya.
“Mamu aapko chhod ke kyun chale gaye, Nanu? Unhe toh aapke saath rehna chahiye tha… ya aapko hi le jaate.”
“Beta, uska business wahan hai… meri zindagi yahan. Is ghar mein mere saare pal hain — meri jawani guzri he yhan , mere bachchon ka bachpan… aur tere Nana ka sath. Unka aakhri waqt bhi yahin tha. Lagta hai woh abhi bhi yahin kahin hain. Aur main akeli thodi hoon… mere saath Nafeesa rehti hai.”
“Nafeesa kaun?”
“Meri kaamwali… ya dost keh le. Ghar ke kaam bhi karti hai, aur mere saath baatein bhi.”
“Abhi kahan hain woh?”
“Aaj jaldi chali gayi thi. Waise toh roz mere saath soti hai, lekin aaj tu aayi hai toh maine use ghar jaane ko keh diya.”
“Arey, main toh baat karte karte bhool hi gayi — tujhe bhookh lag rahi hogi. Chal, khana kha lein.”
Woh dono dining table ki taraf chali gayin.
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Raat ke kisi pehar Sehar ki aankh khuli — ek message ki awaaz se.Pehle hi der se soyi thi, upar se koi disturb kar raha tha.
Usne pareshani se phone ki taraf haath badhaya, lekin kuch yaad aate hi haath wahi ruk gaya…
“Is waqt…? Is waqt toh ek hi insaan hota tha. Lekin uska number toh block kar diya tha. Sim bhi change kar li thi… nahi, ye woh nahi ho sakta…”
Phir bhi himmat karke phone uthaya — aur dekha… woh tha.Uske haath kaanp gaye. Message khola:
> “Hello baby girl, kya yaar, block hi kar diya?Lekin tumhe kya laga… tum Daniyal se bach sakti ho?”
Sehar ne kaanpte haathon se reply kiya:
> “Ab kya chahte ho mujhse?”
> “Badla. That’s all I want. But yaar, kuch bhi kaho —tumhare baal acche hain, aankhen pyari hain… aur—”
Sehar ne uske majeed kuch likhne se pehle reply diya.
> “Tum ghatiya insaan . Khuda ka wasta hai, bas kar do. Konsa badla hn konsa badla.
Ab kya bacha hai? Tumne sab kuch to tabaah kar diya.
Tumse mohabbat ki ek bohot badi keemat chukayi he mene.Ab kya meri jaan loge? Ek kaam karo Lo, le lo. Tumhari vajah se Ek dost thi… usne bhi dhoka de diya.Ek parivaar tha… vo bhi meri wajah se toot gaya.
Jinhe mujh par garv tha, vo ab meri shakal tak nahi dekhte.Maine sirf ek galti ki thi — tumpe yakeen karne ki.
Tumne use is tarah toda… ke ab kisi pe bharosa nahi kar sakti.Ab kya bacha hai mere paas… jo tum chheen sakte ho?”
Usne himmat karke finally Daniyal ka saamna kiya.
> “Ohoo, tum toh emotional ho gayi.Dekho yaar, mera koi personal plan nahi tha. Mujhe tumse koi issue bhi nahi tha.Bas Raheel ka masla tha — you know, bestfriend thing.
Kher… genuinely… kya hum sab kuch dobara shuru nahi kar sakte?”
Sehar ne phone ki taraf dekha —”Itni audacity…”Itna sab kar ke… fir se sab kuch shuru karne ka keh raha hai?
Usne seedha likha:
> “Daniyal, ab mera peecha chhod do.Achha nahi hoga.”
Aur uska message aaye bina hi… block kar diya.Kaash… woh aakhri message padh leti.
Agle din subah, Sehar apni nani ke saath garden mein baithi thi.Fatima Begum uske baalon mein tel laga rahi thi.
“Kitne patle ho gaye tere baal… kya tu inki dekhbhaal nahi karti?”
“Ab aapke paas aa gayi na… ab aap hi sambhal lena.”
Woh muskurayi.
“Waise Nani, ammi ne kya bataya tha aapko?”
Dil mein khayal tha — “Ammi ne sach toh nahi bataya hoga…”
“Zahira ne kaha tha ki tu yahan aage ki padhayi ke liye aa rahi hai.Kitne waqt ke liye, ye nahi bataya.”
“Accha…”Uske dil ko thodi tasalli mili.
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Ek Mahina Baad
Ek mahina nikal gaya.Sehar ki sirf apni maa aur chhoti behan Hida se baat hoti thi. Zahid Sahab ne kabhi use na dekha, na baat ki.
Sehar ne unse bohot baar baat karne ki koshish ki magar har baar nakam hui.Jab woh so jaate, toh Sehar Zahira Begum se kehti ki ek baar unki shakal dikhado.Is ek mah me vo ghar ke bahar nhi nikli thi.
Fatima Begum ne ek din keh hi diya:
“Beta, tu bahar bhi jaya kar… kya poora din andar rehti hai?”
“Nani, main balcony se samundar dekh leti hoon…Abhi kahin jaane ka mann nahi karta.”
“Toh parl chali chali ja ya beach … thoda fresh lagega.”
Usse apni chhoti billi yaad aayi.
“Theek hai Nanu. Aaj beach pe chali jaungi.”
“Theek hai beta. Aur agar kuch problem ho, toh mujhse kehna…Tu kaafi disturb lagti hai.”
“Nahi Nanu, aisa kuch nahi hai.”Usne jhooti tasalli di.
Shaam ka waqt tha. Sehar beach par thi.
Dur se nazara khoobsurat tha —Paas se, sukun.
Woh ek lambi maxi dress mein thi, upar hijab. Voh Hijab kabhi karti nahi thi, lekin Nani ke kehne par aaj pehna tha — kyunki unhone mana kiya tha shaam mein sir bina dhanke jaane se.
Beach pe bheed thi, lekin woh ek kone mein baithi thi — jahan log kam the.
Suraj doob chuka tha. Sehar apne khayalon mein khoyi hui thi…Tabhi uska phone baja.
Call — Ammi ki thi.Sehar ne thodi si muskaan ke saath call uthaya
Lekin doosri taraf se jo awaaz aayi —Woh sun reh gayi.
To be continue.
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