Meri zindagi ki kahani shayad bahut logo se alag hai. Main sirf teen saal ka tha jab papa is duniya se chale gaye. Us waqt main samajhta bhi nahi tha ki “death” kya hoti hai. Mujhe bas itna yaad hai ki us din se ghar ke sare bojh, sare decisions aur sari zimmedariyan meri maa ke kandhon par aa gayi thi.
Socho, ek jawaan aurat… ek chhote bachche ko godh me uthakar duniya ka samna kar rahi hai. Har din ek jung thi unke liye, par unhone kabhi mujhe mehsoos nahi hone diya ki hum dono kitne akelay hain. Mujhe school bhejna, fees bharna, mere liye kapde banana, homework check karna, aur raat ko thak kar bhi bas ek hi baat kehna – “Tu bas padhai pe dhyaan de, baaki sab main sambhaal lungi.”
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai unhone apni poori zindagi sirf mujhe banane me laga di. Unhone apne armaan, apni khwahishein, sab kuch peeche chhod diya. Unke chehre par hamesha ek smile rehti hai, par main jaanta hoon ki uske peeche kitni pareshaaniyan, kitne aansu chhupe hain.
Aaj subah jab chai peete hue maa ko dekha, ek darr andar se nikal aaya – “Agar unhe kuch ho gaya to mera kya hoga?” Main duniya ke saamne strong dikhne ki koshish karta hoon, par asli baat ye hai ki meri strength ka asli source meri maa hi hai. Unke bina main adhoora ho jaunga.
Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon, main kya kabhi unka utna hisaab chuka paunga jitna unhone mere liye sacrifice kiya? Shayad nahi. Par main itna jaanta hoon ki meri saari duaon me ek hi baat hoti hai – “Bhagwan, meri maa ki umar mujhse bhi lambi kar dena.”
Main chahta hoon ki jab tak main is duniya me hoon, maa meri saath ho. Unki awaaz, unka haath, unka pyaar – yehi meri asli daulat hai