Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu {Completed}

Chapter 9.3

"Mein Dr Jalal Ansar se milna chahti hoon," usne receptionist se kaha.

"Kya aapka appointment hai?" receptionist ne poocha.

"Nahi."

"Toh mujhe afsos hai ke aap unse nahi mil sakti. Dr Ansar bina appointment ke patients se nahi milte." Receptionist ne baydilpan se jawab diya.

"Mein patient nahi hoon. Mein unki dost hoon." Imama ne narmi se kaha aur dono haath receptionist ke desk par rakh diye.

"Kya Dr Ansar ko pata hai ke aap unse milne aayi hain?"

"Nahi."

"Toh mujhe unse poochna padega," receptionist ne phone uthate hue kaha. "Aapka naam please?"

Jab Imama ne jawab nahi diya, toh receptionist ne apna sawaal dohraya. "Aapka naam bata sakti hain?"

"Imama Hashim." Imama ko yaad nahi tha ke usne apna naam aakhri dafa kab zor se kaha tha.

"Sir, yahan ek Imama Hashim aap se milne aayi hain," receptionist ne intercom par kaha. Phir Imama ki taraf muskura kar dekhte hue kaha, "Aap andar jaa sakti hain."

Ek patient doctor ke room se nikal raha tha. Imama andar chali gayi. Jalal desk ke peechay khara tha, uske chehre par hairani likhi hui thi. Usne apne dil ki dhadkan apne kaanon mein mehsoos ki. Isse zyada waqt guzar gaya tha jab un dono ki mulaqat hui thi, kab hui thi woh yaad nahi kar sakti thi.

"Imama, kitni achi baat hai!" Jalal ne usay garmjoshi se milte hue kaha. "Mujhe yaqeen nahi ho raha. Tum kaise ho?"

"Mein theek hoon. Aur tum?" Woh usay dekh rahi thi—us chehre ko jo usne aath saal mein bhulaya nahi tha. Us awaaz ko sun rahi thi jo usne aath saal mein nahi bhulai thi.

"Mein bhi theek hoon," usne apne desk ke samne kursi ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha. Usne desk ke peechay jaa kar baith gaya.

Usne hamesha jaana tha ke Jalal se dobara milna uske liye khushi ka baais hoga, magar jo joosh usne mehsoos kiya…usne kabhi socha nahi tha ke aisa hoga.

"Tum kya logi? Chai? Coffee? Ya koi soft drink?" woh pooch raha tha.

"Jo tum chaho."

"Toh phir coffee lenge. Tumhein hamesha pasand thi." Usne receptionist se coffee mangaane ko kaha.

Imama ne dekha ke saalon mein usme kitna tabadla aaya tha. Ab usne daari nahi rakhi thi; uska hairstyle badal gaya tha aur uska wazan bhi badh gaya tha. Pooray tor par woh pehle se zyada pur-aitmaad aur khud-mukhtar lag raha tha.

"Toh tum aajkal kya kar rahi ho?" usne receiver rakhte hue poocha.

"Mein ek pharmaceutical company mein kaam karti hoon."

"Kya tumne apni medical studies mukammal ki?"

"Nahi. Meine Chemistry mein M.Sc. ki."

"Konsi company ke liye kaam karti ho?" Usne bataya.

"Yeh bohot achi company hai." Usne agle chand minutes us company ki tareef karte hue guzar diye. Imama usay ghoor rahi thi.

"Mein specialize karne ke liye bahar gaya tha…" Ab woh apne bare mein bata raha tha. Woh sirf usay dekh kar khush thi. Kabhi kabhi sirf kisi ka wahan hona hi kaafi hota hai, woh apne dil mein soch rahi thi. "Ek saal ho gaya hai jab se meine yeh hospital shuru kiya aur meri achi practice chal rahi hai." Woh abhi bhi baat kar raha tha jab coffee le aayi gayi.

"Tumhein mere bare mein kaise pata chala?" usne coffee ka cup uthate hue poocha.

"Meine tumhara naam doctors ke panel par dekha. Aur phir Rabia ne bhi mujhe bataya. Tum Rabia ko jaante ho? Zainab usay achi tarah se jaanti hai."