'लोग आते गए कारवां बनता गया'
College se nikal kar jab main apne ghar ki taraf jaa rahi thi, toh chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi. Waisi muskaan jaise February ki shaam ki halki dhoop , lnaram, pyari aur thodi der tikne wali. Shayad isliye bhi kyunki aaj kisi ne mujhe phool diye the. Lekin asli muskaan toh tab aayi jab main roz ki tarah Vishwavidyalaya se metro pakad kar ghar laut rahi thi. Waise mujhe general coach zyada pasand nahi aate. Par uss din mann hi nahi kiya women’s coach tak chal kar jaane ka. Upar se metro bhi aa chuki thi aur main pehle se hi pichhli bogie ke paas khadi thi. Socha “itni door kaun chale?” Haath mein wo chhote chhote baingani rang ke phool bade sundar lag rahe the. Main unke baare mein soch rahi thi — ghar jaakar kaunse guldaaste mein rakhungi, kaise sambhalungi ki murjhaye na, ya phir kisi kitab ke panne ke beech daba kar ek aur yaad bana lungi. Itna hi socha tha ki coach achanak bharne laga. Samajh gayi , Kashmere Gate aa gaya hai. Hamesha ki tarah log seat ke ...
