समय

Woh Purane Din...

After an hour, Haseena and her daughter departed from their town, Darjeeling towards Haseena's home town.

Haseena settled inside the train's compartment, securing a seat for her daughter near the window and hers beside it. The announcement was done, and train soon departed from its station towards its destination.

"Ammi.. ek bat puche aapse?", Rukhmani asked hugging her mother tightly due to the cold breeze coming from the window.

Haseena covered her daughter with a warm fabric and asked, "Ha princess?".

"Ammi.. ham kabhi dada dadi se unke ghar jakar nahi mile... asa kyu?", Rukhmani asked.

The question seemed normal, but definitely drag some unforgotten memories with it. Definitely related to that place, reason behind why since past ten years Haseena didn't look back at it.

A sole reason why her parents were the one who always arranged a holiday trip so they could meet their daughter and granddaughter once in a year. And if they miss them too much, the old couple would just pay a surprise visit to them once in a while.

Haseena couldn't answer the little one but her mind definitely driven her into the memory land, She really didn't want to look back at!

Kehte hai, har insan ka wajud apni mitti se jaha wo janam leta hai phir uski parvarish se jisme uska bachpan khilta hai aur phir uske aacharan se jo wo zindagi ke alag alag lamho se sikhta hai usse jana jata hai! Hamara wajud bhi kuch iss tarah hi apne aap mai khas tha.. Hamari mitti, hamari parvarish jaha gujari wo jagah...

Siya Ram ki nagari aur hamari peheli mohobbat.. Ayodhya! Koi yakin bhi nahi kar sakta ki ek wqt pai hamari puri zindagi uss sheher tak hi simit thii aur yakin maniye ham duniya ke sabse khush aur dilkash insan bhi the...

Lekin aaj jab ussi nagari mai das sal bad per rakhne ja rahe haii toh wo khushii ki jagah gussa haii mano ab bhi agar koi kehde mat jao toh ham chalti train rok kar wapis mud jayenge!!

"Prinncess... woo..", Haseena finally thought of an answer looking towards her daughter. But before She could utter anything, She saw her little kiddo was snoring through her nostrils in her embrace.

Haseena smiled weakly hugging back her kid, She closed down the window to avoid anymore cold air coming inside for her kid's health and rested her head behind on the seat, closing her eyes to avoid them from crying further. As her mind again flashed some old days and stories related to it.

Hamare Abbu! Aman Malik, Sirf nam nahi apne aap mai ek behtar shaksh aur hamare idol hai wo. Sari duniya jab hamari baton ko bachkana kehke majak bana deti thi, ek Abbu hi the jo hamari kisi bhi bat ko kabhi majak mai nahi talte the. Shayad isiliye hamari sachhai aur hamara pehla pyar unki najaro se jyada din tak ham chupa nahi paye the un dino....Agar wqt ko rewind kar sakte toh jarur time mai wapis jake uss ek din Abbu se jarur kehte... Ki ham unse kitni mohobbat karte hai!! Keh dete ki wo hamare dil ke kitne karib aur hamare hero hai. Magar afsos ek writer hone ke bawjud yai mehez do sentence ham hamare Abbu se kabhi nahi keh paye!

Meanwhile, There was one more person who was restless the similar night. Since the moment She heard that one name, all her mind and its thoughts were drawn towards only one name... only one person.... Haseena Malik.

It was early in the morning, clouds were still covering up the brightness of the sun, holding it back from disturbing the sleeping humans inside their houses.

Karishma stopped her car in front of a house, She got down. Her feet wanted to just go and knock the door. Her heart wanted to just yell out the name of the owner of house. But She couldn't! She stayed there, her back supporting to her car's bonnet. She stared the house, the small garden in front of it, The color of the walls, the design of the window.. everything just reminded her of that person.