Main Abhi Gayi Nahi Hoon (Part 2)
Tumne kabhi mehsoos kiya hai ki raat ke kuch waqt aise hote hain jab phone vibrate hone se pehle hi dil samajh jaata hai ki ye normal message nahi hoga? Us raat bhi bilkul aisa hi tha. Terrace par andhera tha, light band thi, par hawa ajeeb si bhaari lag rahi thi, jaise koi bilkul paas khada ho. Maine phone uthaya toh screen par wahi unknown number chamak raha tha, aur message padhte hi meri saari himmat jaise khatam ho gayi — “Tumne mujhe pehchaan liya tha us din… phir bhi tum chup rahi.” Main deewar ke saath lag kar neeche baith gayi. Ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab maine likha, “Maine jaan kar kuch nahi kiya.”
Reply turant aaya, bina ek second ki deri ke — “Par tumne dekha tha.” Bas wahi baat thi jisse main saalon se bhaag rahi thi. Do saal pehle us raat, terrace par maine kisi ko railing ke paas khada dekha tha. White kurti, lambe baal, hawa me hilte hue. Maine khud ko samjhaya tha ki koi neighbour hoga. Phir ek halki si awaaz aayi thi, jaise pair phisla ho. Main chah kar bhi neeche jhaank nahi paayi. Aur aaj, wahi awaaz mere kaano me phir se ghoonj rahi thi, bilkul waise hi jaise wo mujhe yaad dilana chahti ho ki main bhooli nahi hoon.
Phone phir vibrate hua. Is baar message zyada lamba tha, zyada bhaari — “Tumhein pata hai marna kaisa hota hai? Pehle dard hota hai, phir regret, aur phir sirf intezaar. Intezaar is baat ka ki shayad koi dekh le.” Meri saans tez ho rahi thi, aankhen bhar aayi thi, aur usi waqt terrace ki light achanak khud hi ON ho gayi. Pehli nazar me mujhe laga main apna reflection dekh rahi hoon, par phir samajh aaya ki reflection palak jhapkata hai… aur wo saamne khadi ladki nahi jhapka rahi thi.
Uska chehra bilkul mera jaisa tha, par aankhon me woh thakaan thi jo sirf marne ke baad aati hai. Usne dheere se kaha, “Tum soch rahi ho main tum hoon? Main tum thi. Mujhe bhi laga tha koi mujhe dekh lega, koi mujhe rok lega.” Uske haath me phone tha aur jab usne screen meri taraf ki, toh uspe wahi message likha tha jo mujhe pehli raat aaya tha — “Tum upar akeli ho?” Mere pair kaanp gaye, awaaz nikalna mushkil ho gaya, phir bhi maine poocha, “Tum mujhse kya chahti ho?”
Wo muskuraayi, aur us muskaan me na gussa tha na khushi, bas ek thandi si certainty thi. “Sirf itna ki tum bhi yahin raho. Jaise main hoon,” usne kaha. Us pal mujhe samajh aa gaya ki wo mujhe dara nahi rahi thi, balki bula rahi thi. Jaise koi apni kahani ka bojh kisi aur ko de dena chahta ho. Agli subah society me hungama tha. Police, log, terrace par bheed. Ek aur ladki gir chuki thi. White kurti. Log keh rahe the mobile dekhte hue accident ho gaya hoga, par kisi ne uske phone ka last unread message nahi dekha — “Dar mat… main bhi yahin hoon.”
Aur aaj raat, jab tum ye padh rahe ho, agar achanak tumhara phone bina kisi number ke vibrate kare, toh ignore mat karna. Shayad koi tumhein dekh chuka hai. Shayad tum bhi kisi ki kahani ka agla paragraph banne wale ho.