Part 16 – Do Pyalon Mein Do Jazbaat
Subhah ke 6 baje the. Ghar mein abhi bhi shaadi wali raat ki khamoshi chhayi thi, lekin kitchen se chai ke patile ki awaaz sunai dene lagi thi. Main drawing room ke kone mein study table par padhaayi kar raha tha, lekin meri nazar baar baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi. Meri Mummy—Anita—ek nayi subah ke liye tayyar thi. Shaadi ke baad pehli subah.
Unhone ek tanchoi saree pehni hui thi, aur baalon ko ek choti mein bandh rakha tha. Aankhon mein thodi thakaan thi, lekin chehre pe ek shaant si muskaan bhi.
Pehli chai—Abdul ke liye.
Mummy ne tray mein chai ka cup rakha aur narm kadam se mere kamre mein jaha Abdul so raha tha uske paas gayi. Darwaza khula tha, Abdul bed pe baitha apne phone mein kuch dekh raha tha. Mummy ne halke se knock kiya.
"Good morning..." mummy ki awaaz halki si laaj sharm mein doobi hui thi.
Abdul ne turant phone side mein rakha, "Good morning... Anita ji. Aap itni subah?"
Mummy thoda hansi, "Shaadi ke baad pehla din hai... socha sabke liye chai bana doon."

Woh chai Abdul ke haath mein dete hue boli, "Pata nehi, tumko meri haath ki chai pasand aayegi ya nehi..."
Abdul ne ek chhoti si chuski li, fir aankh milakar bola, "Bilkul pasand aayi. Aapke haathon ki chai pee kar mera dil sukoon se bhar gaya hai."
Mummy ne halki si muskurahat di, par aankhen jhuk gayi thi. Dono ke beech kuch pal ke liye sannata chhaya raha. Phir mummy ne kaha, "Aaj main idhar hi rukna chahti hu... ghar ki safai bhi hai, tumko koi aitraaz to nehi..."
Abdul naa mein sarr hila kar bas itna kaha, "Aap jitna din chahe rukiye... mujhe aaj raat mein hi flat par Jana hai. Kal subhah office join karna hai."
Mummy: "Aaj raat tum ruk jao na please. Kal subha tumko taiyar hone mein help kar dungi. Kaal subhah office ke liye nikal jana." Yeh kehkar mummy Abdul ke taraf ek umeed se dekhti hai.
Abdul mummy ki ankhon mein dekhta hai to unko ek request najar ata hai, phir bolta hai : "Thik hai Anita ji. Main kal subha hi office ke liye nikal jaunga."
Mummy khus ho jaati hai aur kamre se nikal jaati hai.
Dusri chai—Papa ke liye.
Mummy tray le kar papa ke kamre tak gayi. Lekin aab mummy ke liye Papa paraye mard ban gye the. Isliye mummy ki sarr pe ghunghat thi. Darwaza band tha, unhone halke se khat khataya.

"Main hoon... chai le aayi hoon," mummy ne kaha.
Papa ne darwaza khola, aankhon mein neend abhi tak thi, lekin jaise hi mummy ko dekha... ek pal ko dono ki nazar takra gayi.
"Thanks..." papa ne kaha aur cup le liya. Unka haath mummy ke haath ko chhoo gaya... ek pal ko mummy ruk gayi. Dono ke haath kapakpa gaye, jaise kuch ankahe lamhe wapas zinda ho gaye ho.
Papa ne cup le kar kaha, "Pehla din hoga uske saath... kaisi ho tum?"
Mummy ne halki si muskurahat ke saath bola, "Thik hoon... bas thoda alag lag rahi hai. Raat ko neend bhi thik se nehi aayi..."
Papa ne narm awaz mein kaha, "Mujhe bhi nehi aayi. Har baar jab aankh band karta hoon, woh waqt yaad aata hai jab tum mere ghar mein naye dulhan banke aayi thi... aur main har subah tumhare haathon ki chai peeta tha."
Mummy ki aankhen bhar aayi. Lekin unhone un aansuon ko peene ki koshish ki.
"Aapki yaadein... kahin nehi jaa sakti Ketan. Bas ab un yaadon ko sahara bana kar jeene ki kosish kar rahi hu."
Papa ne sir jhuka liya. "Mujhe maloom hai... aur main chahta hoon tum khush raho. Chaahe kisi ke saath bhi."
Mummy ne sirf ek shabd kaha—"Main aapke bina kayse khush reh sakti hu..."
Main door se ye sab dekh raha tha.
Mummy ki dil mein abhi bhi papa ke liye jagah thi... aur Abdul ke liye ek naya, halka sa jazba. Shayad mohabbat abhi door thi, par ehsaas paas aa rahe the.
Ek nayi subah, do pyale chai, aur do alag jazbaat... lekin ek hi dil mein samaye hue.