Aaj mein aap k sath ek Hindi Emotional small love story share karnay ja rahi hu.
Mujhe Mumbai ki halki sunehri roshni wali subah bahut pasand hai….
Dhool aur dhuayein k bich Mumbai ki mashroof si subah….
Log kehtay hai Mumbai jitni hi failti ja rahi hai, pyar utna hi simatta ja raha hai.
Sab apni naukri se etni mohabbat kar baithay hai ki pyar vyar kitabon mein ya cinema k dhai (2:30) ghanto mein hi reh gaya hai. Kabhi bhulay se kisi coffee shop pe ho gaya…. toh ho gaya, varna koi chance hi nahi.
Lekin ek subah mujhe dikha wo kitabon wala pyar kitabon k panay se bahar, naam toh nahi jaanta unka lekin dekhnay se behintehasha mohabbat malum hoti thi.
Thik apnay waqt par Andheri station chalay aatai aur bheed mein khaday chamaktay rehtay. Kabhi kabhi mujhe aisa lagta ki meine unhay kisi washing powder ki advertisement mein dekha hai, bas es liyemeine unka naam MR and MRS Sharma rakh diya.
Train aatay hi Mrs Sharma… Mr Sharma k kandhey par unka bag cross kar k taang deti hai.
Aur unka hath pakad andar baith jaati hai. Safar shuru hota aur Mr Sharma ka newspaper khul jata.
Aur Mrs Sharma k bag se nikalta mehrun rang ka uun ka gola jisay wo bun ne lagti mehrun rang ka sweater, safar gujarta aur unka uun ka gola chota padta.
Aisay hi din, haftay, aur mahinay gujartay. Kabhi sweater ka gala banta toh kabhi sweater ki kamar. Aur ek din mehruni sweater ka baayan baaju bhi sil chukka tha. Kafi kush lag rahi thi wo.
Aur uskay baad na Mr Sharma dikhay na Mrs Sharma na wo mehruni raang ka sweater. Lekin ek din Mr Sharma ek corner mein khaday dikhai diye.
Mein apnay aap ko rok na paya aur daud kar unkay pass gaya aur pehli baar baat ki.
Ki Hello, Aap ne mujhe pehchana thodi dair baad unhonay kaha “tum wahi ho na, jo train mein ghoortay rehtay ho” but maine us baat ko jyaada tawaju na di. aur aati hui train mein unkay sath chad gaya. Aur pucha “Kya hua? Aaj aap akelay. Mrs Sharma I mean wo lady jo aap k sath rehti thi wo nahi aayi.” Aur Mr Sharma ne jawab na diya.
Aisay hi kaafi station gujar gaye Santacruz, Kurla, then Khar gujra, aur unhonay ek aur baar puchnay par kaha, “yaar mujhe maaf karo mein waisay hi bahut paraishan hu, she passed away wo bimar thi”
Aur thodi dair mein train Bandra station par pahuch gayi, log utarnay lagay aur chadnay lagay, maano zindagi local train ki taran hai, jaisay kuch logo ko thoda aagay jana hota hai aur kuch logo ko thoda pehlay utarna hota hai.
Meine pucha “exactly hua kya”
Mr Sharma: ” dekho yaar wo bahut ziddi thi, cancer tha usko, mere mana karnay k baad bhi wo mujhe roj office chodnay aaya karti thi train mein, aakhri station se utar k wapis chali jati thi, bas esi bahanay wo mere sath waqt bitana chahti thi, mein mana bhi karta tha, par haalaat aisay thai ki mein job chod bhi nahi sakta tha”
Yeh baat sun kar sach mein mujhe pehli baar laga ki kitabon wala pyar kitabon k pano k bahar. Jab koi sirf ek ghanta saath mein guzarnay k liye itna kuch karta hai.
Yeh bahut emotional si story thi par mein roya nahi. Mein tab tak na roya, jab tak baat kartay kartay mera dhyan Mr Sharma k sinay pe gaya. aur mujhe yeh ehsas hua ki Mr Sharma ne wahi mehrun raang ka sweater pehna hua tha jiska daayan (right) baaju aaj bhi sila na tha.
