. Kabhi-kabhi bina wajah sad story

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hai jo shabd nahi maangta, sirf mehsoos kiya jaata hai. Yeh us insaan ki kahani hai jo roz subah uthta hai, duniya ke saamne muskurata hai, par raat ko khud se aankhen nahi mila paata. Uske seene mein ek bojh hai jo saalon se badhta ja raha hai—ek aisa bojh jo kisi ko dikhai nahi deta, par har saans ke saath mehsoos hota hai.Woh bachpan se hi thoda alag tha. Zyada bolta nahi tha, par zyada mehsoos zaroor karta tha. Chhoti-chhoti baaton se khush ho jaana, aur chhoti-chhoti baaton se toot jaana—yeh uski aadat thi. Jab baaki bachche shor machate the, woh khamoshi mein bhi duniya samajhne ki koshish karta tha. Usne jaldi seekh liya tha ki sab log saath hone ka wada karte hain, par har wada nibhaane ke liye nahi hota.Jaise-jaise waqt guzarta gaya, usne logon par bharosa karna seekha. Dosti ki, pyaar kiya, aur apna dil poori imandari se kisi ke haath mein rakh diya. Usne kabhi hisaab nahi rakha ki usne kitna diya aur saamne wale ne kitna liya. Uske liye sirf itna kaafi tha ki jisse woh chahta hai, woh khush rahe. Chahe uski apni khushi dheere-dheere khatam hoti chali jaaye.Pyaar uski zindagi mein dheere se aaya tha—bilkul shaam ki hawa ki tarah. Na shor, na wada, bas ek ehsaas. Kisi ka uski baaton ko dhyaan se sunna, uski khamoshi ko samajhna, aur bina pooche saath rehna. Usne socha tha, “Shayad yahi hai jo hamesha rahega.” Lekin use kya pata tha ki kuch logban chuki thi—kaam, log, baatein, aur phir wahi khaali pan. Woh haste hue bhi thak jaata tha. Kabhi-kabhi bina wajah aansu aa jaate the, aur kabhi itna sunn pan hota tha ki ro bhi nahi paata tha. Shayad sabse khatarnaak dard wahi hota hai jisme aansu bhi saath chhod dete hain.Usne khud ko strong dikhana seekh liya tha. Log kehte the, “Tum toh bohot strong ho,” par koi yeh nahi poochta tha ki strong rehne mein woh roz kitna toot jaata hai. Har raat woh khud se wada karta tha ki kal sab theek hoga, aur har subah uth kar wohi dard dobara jeeta tha.Kabhi-kabhi woh sochta tha ki agar woh thoda kam feel karta, thoda kam pyaar karta, toh shayad aaj itna dard nahi hota. Par phir use yaad aata tha ki uski sabse badi taqat bhi wahi thi—gehra mehsoos karna. Aur shayad isi wajah se uska dard bhi gehra tha.Yeh kahani kisi ek insaan ki nahi hai. Yeh har us dil ki kahani hai jo saccha tha, jo zyada tha, aur jo isliye haar gaya kyunki duniya ko itni gehraai samajh nahi aati. Yeh kahani un sab ki hai jo khud ko bhool kar doosron ke liye jeete rahe, aur ant mein khud hi tanha reh gaye.Aur shayad yeh kahani yahin khatamdekhe the, wahi sabse pehle badal gaya. Dheere-dheere replies kam hone lage, baatein formal hone lagi, aur woh ehsaas jo kabhi ghar jaisa lagta tha, ajnabi sa ho gaya. Usne poochna chaha, par dar gaya—kahin sawaal poochne se woh bhi na chala jaaye. Isliye usne khud ko hi samjha liya, “Shayad main zyada soch raha hoon.”Par sach yeh tha ki woh akela pad chuka tha, sirf bheed ke beech khada tha. Raat ko jab sab so jaate, tab uska dard jaagta. Mobile ke screen par purani chats padhna, photos dekhna, aur khud se sawaal karna—“Meri kami kya thi?” Usne khud ko dosh dena shuru kar diya, jaise kisi aur ke badalne ki wajah bhi wahi ho.Waqt ke saath log aur door hote gaye. Jo kabhi “main hoon na” kehte the, woh “busy hoon” kehkar katraane lage. Aur woh, jo sabke liye available tha, dheere-dheere kisi ke liye important nahi raha. Usne seekh liya tha ki dard ko muskurahat ke peeche chhupaana hi zinda rehne ka tareeka hai.Sabse zyada dard tab hota hai jab aap kisi ke liye sab kuch ho, aur ek din pata chale ki aap sirf ek option the. Jab aap kisi ko apni duniya bana lein, aur woh aapko apni kahani ka ek chhota sa kissa bhi na samjhe. Yeh dard cheekhta nahi, bas andar-andar insaan ko kha jaata hai.maangta, sirf mehsoos kiya jaata hai. Yeh us insaan ki kahani hai jo roz subah uthta hai, duniya ke saamne muskurata hai, par raat ko khud se aankhen nahi mila paata. Uske seene mein ek bojh hai jo saalon se badhta ja raha hai—ek aisa bojh jo kisi ko dikhai nahi deta, par har saans ke saath mehsoos hota hai.Woh bachpan se hi thoda alag tha. Zyada bolta nahi tha, par zyada mehsoos zaroor karta tha. Chhoti-chhoti baaton se khush ho jaana, aur chhoti-chhoti baaton se toot jaana—yeh uski aadat thi. Jab baaki bachche shor machate the, woh khamoshi mein bhi duniya samajhne ki koshish karta tha. Usne jaldi seekh liya tha ki sab log saath hone ka wada karte hain, par har wada nibhaane ke liye nahi hota.Jaise-jaise waqt guzarta gaya, usne logon par bharosa karna seekha. Dosti ki, pyaar kiya, aur apna dil poori imandari se kisi ke haath mein rakh diya. Usne kabhi hisaab nahi rakha ki usne kitna diya aur saamne wale ne kitna liya. Uske liye sirf itna kaafi tha ki jisse woh chahta hai, woh khush rahe. Chahe uski apni khushi dheere-dheere khatam hoti chali jaaye.Pyaar uski zindagi mein dheere se aaya tha—bilkul shaam ki hawa ki tarah. Na shor, na wada, bas ek ehsaas. Kisi ka uski baaton ko dhyaan se sunna, uski khamoshi ko samajhna, aur bina pooche saath rehna. Usne socha tha, “chale ja

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