“Maine Uske Liye Khaali Sandook Chhod Diya…”
Main usse bina kehna chaahta tha —
par har roz kuch na kehkar zyada keh jaata tha।
Woh library mein meri baju wali kursi par baithti thi,
aur main roz ek chhota sa note uske liye likhkar
ek khaali sandook mein rakh deta tha…
Note kabhi direct nahi hote the —
kabhi ek shabd, kabhi ek tasveer,
kabhi ek adhoori line…
Ek din woh chali gayi —
bina kuch kahe, bina us sandook ko khole।
Teen saal baad woh wapas aayi…
Shaadi shuda thi —
magar library mein usi kursi par aayi,
aur woh sandook uthaya।
Usne pehla note padha:
"Tum bina awaaz ke sabse gehri cheez ho jo maine mehsoos ki."
Doosra:
"Pyar wahi hai jisme naam nahi likha jaata, bas samajh liya jaata hai."
Usne 47 notes padhe…
aur sandook wapas rakh diya —
bin ek bhi aansu ke.
Par jaate waqt usne bhi ek note chhoda —
"Agar maine woh pehla note kabhi khola hota…
toh meri kahani tumhare saath hoti."
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