Ek chhoti si pahadi basti thi — naam tha Netarghati. Wahan ke log kehte the ke har ghar mein ek hi darwaza hona chahiye. Doosra darwaza banana “unko” bula leta hai.
Prithvi naam ka ek naujawan sheher se wapas apne gaon aaya. Usne socha — "Purane zamane ki baatein hain, kya bhoot-waat hota hai?" Usne apne purkho ka purana makaan renovate karaya aur peechhe ek doosra darwaza banwa diya — ek shortcut ke liye.
Usi raat, jab pehli baar us doosre darwaze se guzra, usne dekha: uske ghar ka andar ka naqsha badal gaya hai. Kamre wahi the, par sab kuch ulta tha — ghadi ulta chal rahi thi, aaina mein chehra dikhai nahi deta tha. Aur sabse badi baat — ek aur Prithvi uske samne khada tha.
Woh Prithvi bola, "Tumne doosra darwaza khola, ab main azaad hoon."
Us raat ke baad asal Prithvi kabhi kisi ko nahi mila. Lekin log kehte hain, Netarghati ke us ghar mein ab bhi ek Prithvi rehta hai — par pata nahi kaun sa wala.
Jo bhi us doosre darwaze se guzarta hai, kabhi wapas nahi aata.
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