This chapter is dedicated to as title says my Nani....She died recently. Tribute to her...
Bachpan mera kuch khaas na tha. Buss kuch shararat ki titliya mutthi me band kiye lehraati.
Jab udd jaati to me bohot chillaati aur phir jab unke pankho ka rang apne haatho me dekhti to mushkuraati..
Aisehi ek rang me rangi thi meri Naani. bahut pyaar karti jab b karti me shaitani. Muskura k sir hila deti jab bhi krti me nadaani.
School se aate ghanto tak gali k kone me baat krte bhook ko bi bhool jaate chatpati baato ka swad tha itna. Jaane kaise bhaap leti jab kehti me 'bhook nahi baad me khalungi 'us baad me baad tha kitna.
Aaj bhi yaad he wo loki ki sabzi jise chakh me bohot khus hui thi. waise to loki pasand nahi thi phir b chat kr gayi thi.
Jab bhi me wahi swaad banane ki koshish krti hu jaane kyu adhura sa mehsus krti hu. Maloom he nahi kr paugi nakal unke haath ki. Aakhir kaha milenga bazaar me shishi unke dulaar ya daant ki.
Duniya kehti he kya rishtedaari bina apne khoon k rishto ki. Me kehti hu mujhe parwah nahi aao tumhe sunau meri or meri Naani ki kahani kisso ki..
Nahi tha meri rago me khoon unka na koi rishtedaari thi phir bhi pyaar se saji rango se rangi saajedaari thi...
Aaj nahi rahi woh phr bhi ye jaanti hu me. Door kahi aasmaan me dono haath utha kr or mushkura kar kehti hogi...
" Aaati rehna beti yahi milungi main"
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