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Baarish aur ek cup chai

 



Aaj subah se he barrish ho rhi thi .woh taj tufani baarish nhi thi jo sab kuch uthal puthal kar de. yeh wo barrish thi jo chup chap aati hai ,woh halki bunde jo aahista-aahista aati hai aur mitti ki shondhi khusbu sath leker aati hai.main kisi shoche mai dubi hui thee ke achnakse mein apne hosh mai aai.

Main ek chhote se saher sukoonpur ki rehne wali hu. Yeh pahadi saher hai, jo hamesha hariyali se bhara rheta hai ynha barish ka alag he mahole hota hai .yanha dur-dur tak bus bade- bade padhe aur taj chalti hawayee.

Hamara gher bhut bada toh nhi per bahut pyara sha aur sukoon bhara tha ek nila khidaki wala gher.gher mai ek baramda jese dekhe kar lege rha tha mano kisi ka intajaar ker raha ho.

Mera naam ritu hai mai ishi ghar ka hissa hu ,ek pyari shi ladki jo shirf khoyi hui shi jo apne sapno ki duniya mai khoyi shi rehti hai  jise kisi bhi chije se  khushi aur sukoon milta hai. Mere pass zindgi ka anubhav tha. Mujhe shade kapede phnna ,simple baal bikhre se jise baar-baar sametna , lekin aakho mai woh chamak ………… jo kahaniya kahati hai bina bole.

Hamaara shaher mein ye time bahut thanda hoti hai . Baarish ke dino mai sabase jayada achha legta hai baarish ki bochare aur chai jese ye knhani ka title hai .

Mine ek cup chai banai aur fhir kho gyi unne baarish ki bundo mai. par ye shadharen chain hi thi . chai mai wo sab kuch hota tha jese tulsi adrak elaychi aur thoda sa apnapn .

Hamaari gali mai ek chhoti  dukaan hai jiska naam chai aur sukoon her subah dukaan 7:00 bage khulatee, or phir saree mohale mai khusbu phal jaati thi woh mitti shi khusbu.

Lekin aaj khuch alag he din tha .

Mein choohle per chai ki katli rakhee aur thodi dar baad ek ajeeb shi khamoshi ka ahsaas hua. Aas-pass ka roje marra ka shor bhi nhi tha.

Na sabji wala ki aawaj , na bachho ka shor, na bus ka horn.bus santh tha sabkuch.

Achank shor hua dekha toh katli ki awaaz thi main jaldi se chai ki katli  hata de aur phir chai ki chuske lee.

Aksar chai ki dukaan per mera aana jana hota tha vahan se mera office ke liye bus mil jati thi . vahan per akser kafi bhede hoti hai, aaj bhi dheere dheree log aane lege the,

Pandit Sharma ji apne akhbar  aur tin ghut ki chai ke sath, anjali collage jate hue ek hath main kitab aur dushre hath main  chai ka cup. Thik thode hi dur per remesh jo bijali vibhag main kaam kerta hai woh use ek  kone main chai ke cup ke sath baitha hua.

Achank bahut taj baarish aane legi , badal jor-jor se garaj rehe thei aur achanak se logo ke bhid badhne legi kyoki sher main factory band hone wali thee .sabi log chai kee dukaan per ekatta hone lege.

Woh chai ke dukaan meera ke thee woh bahut achee aur bahut samajher daar ladki thi. woh apne pure gher ko sambhalti thi uske gher mai uski maa aur ek chhota bhai tha use ke father kafi time phele gujar gaye thee.

Dheree-dheree pure dukaan mai awaaz aane legi. Kuch log yeh knhe rhe the ke ab ham kya kerenge ,toh kuch ki rone ki awaaz toh, koyi chup hoker bus dekhe ja rha tha or kuch ki, hum yha akele nhi hai.

Meera sab kuch sune rahi thee. Sabhi ko chai di aur Phir thoda kuch samjh ker ussne sabhi ko kahna suru kiya ………tum sabhi haar nhi manoge…… bus itna knha aur phir apne kaam mai leg gyi.

Dusre din, ussne bord per likha……"Ab baate nhi aage badho"jo bhi kerna hai vahi kro. Phir kya tha ……..

Kisine knha mai sabjiya uga sketa hu. Usme se neha ne knha ke voh baccho ko tusion padha skati hu, aur asif ne knha mai baike reparing ka kaam ker sakta hu.

Chai ki dukaan ek chopal ban gyi thee, sab kuch asse leg rhe tha ke mano baarish ke pheli bochar, sab ke chahre per ek alag hi muskaan thee,khushi thee.

Meera hamesha ek baat kahti thee,ke nokari maat dundho , khud apni takat bano aur khud ko talaso. Logo ne factory ke bina jina suru kiya aur meera ke dukaan roze ke aadat ban gyi.

Ek din mein usse se pucha ke tumhe insab se kya milta hai. Tab woh thoda sa hasi or kuch boli………….

“Yeh baarish aur ek cup chai jo sab kuch kahe bina sab kuch kahe jaati hai”

Barso baad………..

Meera ab boodhee ho chuki hai,lekin usski dukaan ab bhi vhi hai.

Bus vha ek line lekhi hoti hai ;

Baarish aur ek cup chai ……….  Jo sab kuch kahe jaati hai.




                    The End.

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