S t o r y B y : - A J i t S a h o o
‘thik hai, to phir mele pe milte hain’, main thoda khusi se
bola.
Us din main, anurag, sudeep, dibya, goutam hum sab gaye
the, phir wahan pe pahunch ke sab nach gaane main lag gaye,
to phone kahin aur chor ke chale gaye the.
Saal mein ek baar ye utsav jor sor se manaya jata hai.
Jahan pe ek alag sa maahol hota hai. Wahan pahunchte hi sab
jaise apna dukh dard sab bhul jaate hain. Insaan chahe bada
ho ya chota, amir ho ya garib, wahan pe sab ek hein. Sabhi
apne apne takleef bhul ke jaise bhagwan ke sarno main apne
aap ko saump dete hain, unke aradhana ke dhun mein jaise
sab kho jaate hein.
Hum sabhi nach rehe the, tabhi achanak meri nazar thode
dur khadi hui shruti pe padi, unke baaju mein smita bhi thi, to
main turant sonali ko dhundne laga aur woh smita ke baaju
mein hi thi. Usse pehle maine sonali ki photo dekhi thi isliye
pehchan liya, par dur se aur bheed mein woh thik se dikh nahi
rahi thi mujhe. Par usne mujhe pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha,
isliye woh mujhe dhundne lagi thi aur smita se bhi puch rahi
thi ke Aditya kaun hai. Par smita ke dikhane par bhi woh
mujhe bheed mein dekh nahi payi.
Phir jab raat ko sonali se baat hui, toh woh pura gussa ho
gayi thi, kyun ke maine phone nahi dekha tha, aur woh uss
waqt mujhe 5 sms aur 2 baar call ki thi. Aur usko jab yeh baat
“ Y o u & M e ”
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