Sab dinner ke baad vaishu ki room mein the. Ek dusre ke performance ki tarif kar rahe the.
Maahi: “aami tumne jo poem present ki thi woh kisne likhi thi,yaar bohot achi thi, dil choo liya yaar”
Aami: “woh…” uski bolne se pehle
vaishu: “mujhe pata hai, PAHELI ne likhi hai woh poem”
maahi: “Paheli? Yeh kaun hai?”
shraavi: “arey paheli, ye toh wahi hai na aapki favourite writer?”
Vaishu: “haa, aur yeh toh uski special poem hai kyun ki yeh poem usne apne kisi special person ke liye likhi thi yeh”
Aami (khayalon mein doobi huyi): “ha di
bohot special person ke liye”
Maahi: “tumhe kaise pata?”
Aami (khayalon mein se bahar aate
huye): “woh… woh itni depthful aur
emotional thi har ek line mein iss liye
guess ki maine”
Vaishu: “sahi kaha tumne uski har poems kuch aisi hi hai, sab mein aisi depth and emotions hoti hai. Aur mujhe uski poem padte waqt hamesha aisi feeling aati hai ki woh apni poems ki zariye khudki dard ko express kar rahi hai.”
Shraavi: “waise main poems and stories padne mein itni interested nahi hoon par apki itni tarif sunne ki wajah se ek baar main uski kuch poems padi thi. Sach mein dil choo liya tha uski poems. Aisa lagta hai ki woh andar se bohot tooti huyi rooh hai jo apni aansuon ko roop diya hai doosron se unhe chupane ke liye.”
Maahi: “are par ye hai kaun aur kahan ki hai?”
Vaishu: “ye toh pata nahi. 'Shabdon ki mehfil' naam ki ek magazine hai.(kuch magazine name nahi aa raha tha dimaag mein toh bas yahi naam di maine) Jismein uski poems publish hoti hai har hafte. Par suna hai ki uss magazinewaalon ko bhi nahi pata ki ye hai kaun aur kahan se hai. Bas itna pata hai uska pen name hai paheli.”
Maahi: “matlab secret writer?”
Vaishu: “ha kuch aisa hi hai. Usse aaj tak kisine dekha nahi hai. Par uski poetry ki fans toh bohot hai”
Ye sab baat kar rahe the par aami phir se kuch khayalon mein khoyi huyi thi, aur window ke paas baithi thi.
Shraavi: “haa…, aami waise tum bhi paheli ki poetry ki fan hai kya?”
Aami: ……….
Shraavi: “aamii”
Aami: ……….
Shraavi & maahi (chillathe huye):
“aamiiiiiiiii”
aami jhatke se khayalon ki duniya se baahar aayi
Aami: “kya hai yaar meri kaan se kya dushmani hai tum dono ko?”
Shraavi: “kabse bhula rahe the hum tum kahan kho gayi thi? kal raat ko bhi tum aisi hi baithi thi mujhe darane”
Maahi: “kal raat aisa kya hua, aur tum kyun dar gayi?”
Shraavi raat ki baat sabko keh deti hai, aur sab hasne lage.
Vaishu: “waise aami tumne bataya nahi ki tumbhi paheli ki poems padti hai, maine tumhari book collection mein kabhi magazines nahi dekhi thi”
Aami: “woh di main magazine online padti hoon na iss liye”
Sab phir thodi der aur baatein karte hai phir sab apne room mein chale jaate hai aur so jate hai. Aami bed par leti toh thi par soyi nahi thi. Jab usse laga ki shraavi aur maahi so gaye toh woh wahan se uth kar window ke paas jaati hai ek book lete huye. Aur phir se apni hi duniya mein kho jaati hai…………………
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