Wo Band Darwaza Jis Ke Peechay Ek Raaz Tha

Kabi kabi ghar ki sab se purani cheez apne andar aisa raaz chupaye hoti hai jo puri zindagi ka matlab badal deta hai. Kuch raaz waqt ke saath khatam nahi hote; woh bas khamosh ho jaate hain. Aur jab kabi dobara samne ate hain, to apne saath ese sawal le ate hain jin ke jawab dena asan nahi hota.

Muje bhi ek aisa hi raaz mila tha.

Ye us waqt ki baat hai jab hum apne purane ghar ki safai kar rahe the. Ghar mere nana ka tha. Unke inteqal ke baad ghar me koi khaas tabdeeli nahi hui thi. Wohi purani almariyan, wohi deewaron par lagi tasveerein, aur wohi aangan.

Ammi kehti thin ke ghar ki har cheez me nana ki yaadein basi hui hain. Isi liye woh kuch bhi phenkne se pehle so baar sochti thin.

Us din hum upar wale kamre ki safai kar rahe the. Kamra kai salon se istemal nahi hua tha. Deewaron par gard jami hui thi aur khirki ke parde dhoop se pheekay par chuke the.

Main purani kitabain ek carton me rakh rahi thi jab meri nazar kamre ke aakhri kone me rakhe ek chote se lakrhi ke darwaze par parhi.

Woh darwaza kuch mukhtalif tha. Us par purana sa tala laga hua tha.

Mene Ammi se pucha, "Ye darwaza kis cheez ka hai?"

Ammi ke haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaye.

"Bas purana store room hai. Wahan kuch khaas nahi."

Unon ne itni jaldi jawab diya ke muje hairat hui.

"To phir band kun ha?"

"Chabi nahi milti. Choro, tum ye kitaabein sambhalo."

Ammi ne baat khatam kar di aur dusre kamre me chali gayin.

Lekin ab meri tawajo safai se hat chuki thi.

Ajeeb baat ye thi ke main bachpan me kai baar is ghar me aayi thi, lekin muje us darwaze ka kabi khayal nahi aya tha. Yan shayad main ne dekha tha aur bhul gai thi.

Mene darwaze ko haath lagaya. Lakrhi purani thi, lekin mazboot thi. Tala zang alooda tha. Darwaze ke neche se hawa ka halka sa jhonka aa raha tha.

Us choti si baat ne mere andar ek sawal paida kar diya.

Agar kamra itne salon se band tha, to andar hawa kahan se aa rahi thi?

Us waqt muje andaza nahi tha ke yahi chota sa sawal mujhe ek ese sach tak le jaiga jise mere ghar walon ne salon se chupa rakha tha.

Pehla Suragh

Us sham jab sab log neche baithe the, main chupke se nana ki purani almari dekhne lagi. Muje yaad tha ke unki chabiyan hameshan ek chote se dabbe me rakhi hoti thin.

Dabba almari ke neche wale khane me mil gaya.

Us me kai purani chabiyan, kuch sikke aur ek lifafa tha. Mene chabiyan ek ek kar ke dekhni shuru ki. Akhir mein ek choti si kaali chabi mili.

Main foran upar wale kamre me gi. Chabi talay mein daali. Pehle wo ghoomi nahi, phir mene halka sa zor lagaya.

Tala khul gaya.

Darwaza kholte hi purani lakrhi aur band kamre ki boo ane lagi. Andar ek chota sa kamra tha. Khirki par mote parde lage the. Ek taraf purani kursi, doosri taraf lakrhi ki mez, aur deewar ke saath ek almari rakhi thi.

Kamre me koi qeemti cheez nahi thi. Na sona, na paisa, na koi purana khazana.

Sirf kagaz.

Bohat sare kagaz.

Mez par kuch lifafay rakhe thay. Almari me files thin aur kursi ke neeche ek kapray ka thaila para tha.

Mene sab se upar rakha lifafa uthaya. Us par nana ki handwriting mein sirf ek jumla likha tha:

"Us din ki baat, jo kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi."

Mere haath thanday par gaye.

Mene lifafa khola. Andar ek purani tasveer thi. Tasveer me nana ek chhoti si bachi ko god me uthaye hue the. Bachi ki umar shayad chaar ya paanch saal hogi. Uske chehre par badi si muskurahat thi.

Lekin wo bachi main nahi thi.

Mene tasveer palti. Pechay sirf ek tareekh likhi thi. Wo tareekh mere paida hone se kai saal pehle ki thi.

Neeche se Ammi ki awaz aayi toh mene tasveer jaldi se lifafe me rakh di. Kamre ka darwaza band kiya aur neche aa gayi.

Lekin ab mere zehen me sirf ek hi sawal tha.

Wo bachi kon thi?

Ek Naam Jo Ghar Me Kabi Nahi Liya Gaya

Agli suba mene tasveer dobara dekhi. Mene Ammi se sedha sawal karne ka faisla kiya.

"Ammi, kya nana ki koi aur beti bhi thi?"

Ammi chai bana rahi thin. Unon ne meri taraf dekha, phir cup me chai daalte hue kaha, "Nahi. Kun pooch rahi ho?"

"Bas ese hi. Purani tasveeron me kuch dekh rahi thi."

Unon ne koi jawab nahi diya.Lekin unke chehre par ane wali pareshani mene dekh li thi.

Muje yakeen ho gaya ke wo kuch jaanti hain.

Us din mene apni khala ko phone kiya. Mene unse bi nana ke ghar aur purani tasveeron ka zikr kiya. Pehle to wo aam batein karti rahin, lekin jab mene tasveer me nazar ane wali bachi ka zikr kiya, to dusri taraf khamoshi cha gayi.

"Ye tasveer tumhe kahan mili?" unon ne dheemi awaaz mein pucha.

"Upar wale band kamre me."

Khala ne gehri saans li.

"Is bare me apni ammi se baat karna. Main phone par kuch nahi keh sakti."

Unon ne phone band kar diya.

Ab ye sirf meri curiosity nahi rahi thi. Ghar ke teen log ek hi raaz se waqif the, aur main akeli thi jo uske baare me kuch nahi janti thi.

Us raat main dobara band kamre me gai. Is baar mene almari ki saari files bahir nikalin. Zyada tar kagaz purane bill aur ghar ke documents the. Lekin sab se neche ek neeli file thi jis par likha tha: "Sana."

Ye naam mene pehle kabi nahi suna tha.

File ke andar school ki ek report, kuch hospital ke kagaz aur kai khat the. Ek khat par likha tha:

"Abu, main apse naraz nahi hoon. Main sirf ye chahti hoon ke ek din aap muje apne ghar wapas ane dein."

Khat ke neche koi tareekh nahi thi. Bas ek naam tha: Sana.

Main kursi par baith gayi.

Kya wo bachi ghar chor kar chali gai thi? Kya nana ne use ghar se nikal diya tha? Aur agar aisa tha, to kyun?

Mene agla khat khola, lekin wo aadha phata hua tha. Sirf kuch alfaaz parhe ja sakte the:

"...meri galti nahi thi..."

"...apne meri baat suni hi nahi..."

"...main ab bi aap ki beti hun..."

Mere zehen me kai kahaniyan banne lagin. Magar har kahani ke saath ek naya sawal paida ho jaata.

Mene faisla kiya ke agle din main khala se milne jaungi.

Sach Ka Saamna

Khala ka ghar hamare ghar se kuch hi door tha. Jab main wahan pohanchi, wo jaise mera intezar kar rahi thin. Unon ne mujhe kamre me bithaya aur darwaza band kar diya.

Mene tasveer aur khat unke samne rakh diye.

"Khala, muje sach bata dain. Sana kon thi?"

Khala ne tasveer ko bohat dair tak dekha. Phir unki ankhon me ansu a gaye.

"Sana tumare nana ki beti thi," unon ne kaha. "Tumhari ammi ki choti behen."

Muje laga jese kamre ki sari awazein achanak band ho gai hon.

"Ammi ki behen? Lekin unon ne kabi uska zikar kun nahi kiya?"

Khala ne bataya ke Sana bachpan se bohat zinda-dil aur apni marzi se jeene wali larki thi. Wo parhna chahti thi, apne pairon par khara hona chahti thi. Lekin us waqt ghar me larkiyon ke mustaqbil ke bare me nahi socha jata tha.

Jab Sana ne apni taleem jaari rakhne par zor diya aur ghar walon ke ek faisle se ikhtilaf kiya, to baat barh gayi. Ghar me sakht behas hui. Nana ne gusse me us se kaha ke agar use apne ghar ke faisle qabool nahi, to wo apni raah alag kar sakti hai.

Sana waqai chali gayi.

Lekin uske jane ki wajah sirf narazgi nahi thi. Wo chahti thi ke uski baat suni jaye, uske khawabon ko bi ehmiyat di jaye. Usne kai baar khat likhe, lekin ghar me kisi ne uske sath dobara rabta karne ki himat nahi ki.

"Phir kya hua?" mene pucha.

"Usne apni zindagi khud banai. Parhai mukammal ki, kaam kiya, aur kuch saal baad dusre shehar chali gayi. Lekin tumare nana ne uski kami kabi kisi ko mehsus nahi hone di. Wo uska naam tak nahi lete the."

"Ammi ne bi kabi nahi bataya?"

Khala ne nazrain jhuka lein.

"Tumari ammi us waqt bohat choti thin. Unon ne dono ko khone ka dar dekha tha. Jab wo badi huin, toh ghar me is baat par khamoshi itni gehri ho chuki thi ke unain samaj nahi ata tha ke baat kahan se shuru karain."

Muje apni ammi ke chehre par nazar ane wali pareshani yaad aayi.

Shayad wo sirf ek purani tasveer se nahi dari thin. Shayad wo us dard se bi bachna chahti thin jo unon ne bachpan me dekha tha.

Lekin ab bi ek sawal baqi tha.

Agar Sana ghar chor kar chali gai thi, to nana ne uske khat sambhal kar kun rakhe the?

Aakhri Lifafa

Ghar laut kar main sedha band kamre mein gayi. Mene files dobara dekhin aur mez ke neeche rakhe kapray ke thailay ko khola. Us me ek chota sa lifafa tha jis par likha tha:

"Jab meri himmat jawab de de, tab parhna."

Ye nana ki handwriting thi.

Lifafe me ek khat tha, jo shayad unon ne apne liye likha tha.

"Mene apni beti ko ghar se jane diya, kun ke muje laga main apni izzat bacha raha hoon. Mene uski baat sunne ke bajai apni anaa ko ehmiyat di. Har saal socha ke use bula lun, maafi maang lun, lekin har saal muje dar laga ke wo muje maaf nahi karegi.

Main baap tha. Muje pehla qadam uthana chahiye tha.

Ab umar ke is hisse me samajh aya hai ke ghar ki izzat khamoshi se nahi, apnon ko samajne se banti hai. Agar meri beti kabi wapas aye, to use kehna ke uska ghar uska intezar karta raha.

Aur agar woh kabhi wapas na aye, to kam az kam meri dosri beti ko yeh zaror batana ke khamoshi kabi kabi sab se gehri galti ban jaati hai."

Main khat par nazar jamaye baithi rahi.

Nana ne apni galti samaj li thi. Lekin unon ne zindagi me kabhi wo alfaaz Sana tak nahi pohanchaye.

Mere dil me ek ajeeb si udasi thi. Ek taraf gussa tha ke itne salon tak sach kun chupaya gaya. Dusri taraf dukh tha ke ek choti si maafi shayad pure ghar ki kahani badal sakti thi.

Us raat mene Ammi ke samne sare khat rakh diye.

Pehle wo chup rahin. Phir unon ne ek khat uthaya aur use apne seene se laga liya.

"Muje pata tha ke Abbu ko Sana ki yaad aati thi," unon ne dheemi awaz me kaha. "Lekin mene kabi unse pucha nahi. Muje lagta tha ke agar main uska naam lungi to wo phir naraz ho jayenge."

"Ammi, kya hum Sana ko dhund sakte hain?"

Ammi ne meri taraf dekha. Unki ankhon me dar bi tha aur umeed bi.

"Main nahi janti wo humein maaf karegi ya nahi."

"Kam az kam hum use sach to bata sakte hain."

Kafi dair ki khamoshi ke baad Ammi ne sar hila diya.

Agle din hum ne khala ki madad se Sana ka purana pata dhondna shuru kiya. Kaam asaan nahi tha. Kai saal guzar chuke the. Kuch logon ko uska naam yaad tha, kuch ko sirf itna yaad tha ke wo kabi is shehar mein rehti thi.

Aakhir ek purani jaan-pehchan ke zariye hume uska naya rabta mil gaya.

Ammi ne phone apne hath me liya, lekin number milane se pehle unki ungliyan kanp rahi thin.

"Main kya kahungi?" unon ne pucha.

Mene unka haath pakar liya.

"Jo dil me hai, woh keh dein."

Phone mila.

Dusri taraf se ek aurat ki awaz aayi.

"Hello?"

Ammi kuch pal bol hi nahi sakin. Phir unon ne sirf ek naam liya.

"Sana?"

Dusri taraf khamoshi cha gai.

Main Ammi ke chehre ko dekh rahi thi. Unki ankhon se ansu behne lage.

"Main hoon," Ammi ne kaha. "Tumari behen."

Kuch lamhon tak dono taraf koi nahi bola. Phir phone par ek halki si siski sunai di.

"Main sochti thi ke tum log mujhe bhul gaye hoge," Sana ne kaha.

Ammi ro parhi.

"Hum ne tumhe kabi nahi bhulaya. Hum bas bohat der tak khamosh rahe."

Us din koi jaadu nahi hua. Salon ka dard ek phone call me khatam nahi ho sakta tha. Sana ne foran wapas ane ka wada nahi kiya. Usne apne dukh bi bataye, apni narazgi bi, aur wo saare sawal bi jo uske dil me saalon se jama the.

Lekin usne phone band nahi kiya.

Aur kabi kabi, kisi rishte ko dobara shuru karne ke liye pehla qadam hi sab se badi baat hoti hai.

Us sham main phir us band kamre me gai. Darwaza ab khula tha. Mene khirki ka parda hata diya aur andar ane wali roshni ko kamre mein phailne diya.

Muje samaj aa gaya tha ke us darwaze ke pechay koi khazana nahi tha. Wahan ek khandan ka dard, ek baap ki nadamat aur ek beti ki intezar karti hui yaadein band thin.

Aur sab se bada raaz ye tha ke jis sach ko sab ne chupane ki koshish ki, wo asal me kisi ko saza dene ke liye nahi tha. Wo ek mauqa tha—maafi mangne ka, baat sunne ka, aur shayad dobara ek dusre ke qareeb ane ka.

Us din ke baad mene ek baat kabi nahi bhulai:

Har khamoshi sukoon ki nishani nahi hoti. Kabi kabi khamoshi wo alfaaz hoti hai jo hum dar ki waja se keh nahi pate.

Aur kuch darwaze tala lagane se band to ho jate hain, lekin unke pechay chupi kahani kabi khatam nahi hoti.

— Rooh Ki Awaz