Subah ke 5 baje alarm bajne se pehle hi meri aankh khul jaati hai।
Sabse pehle kitchen... phir chai... bachchon ke tiffin... husband ka breakfast... school ki uniform... ghar ki safai... doodh wala... sabzi wala... kapde washing machine mein... aur dekhte hi dekhte subah ke 10 baj jaate hain।
Tab tak ghar ke baaki log apne-apne kaam par nikal chuke hote hain।
Koi office...
Koi school...
Aur main?
Main phir bhi kaam par hi hoti hoon।
Bas farq itna hai ki meri office ka naam **"Ghar"** hai।
Meri salary nahi aati...
Meri promotion nahi hoti...
Mujhe koi appraisal letter nahi milta...
Aur na hi kabhi koi Sunday, festival ya public holiday।
Mujhe yaad bhi nahi ki aakhri baar maine kab bina kisi fikr ke ek cup chai garam-garam baithkar pi thi।
Mera khana aksar sabke khane ke baad hota hai...
Aur kai baar to thanda hi kha leti hoon।
Kabhi bachche bula lete hain...
Kabhi kisi ko kuch chahiye hota hai...
Aur meri plate phir se chhoot jaati hai।
Agar mujhe bukhar ho tab bhi khana banana hota hai।
Sar dard ho tab bhi bachchon ka homework dekhna hota hai।
Apna mann udaas ho tab bhi sabke saamne muskurana padta hai।
Kabhi-kabhi aankhon mein aansu hote hain...
Lekin unhe pochhne ka bhi waqt nahi hota।
Kyuki cooker ki seeti baj rahi hoti hai...
Doorbell baj rahi hoti hai...
Ya kisi ko awaaz lagani hoti hai—
**"Mummy..."**
Aur bas...
Maa phir apne dard ko dil ke kisi kone mein rakh deti hai।
Kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon...
Agar main ek din ke liye bhi ghar ka kaam chhod doon, to shayad sabko pata chal jaaye ki main poora din karti kya hoon।
Lekin phir agle hi pal dil kehta hai...
"Nahi... bachchon ko pareshani hogi."
Shayad isi ko maa hona kehte hain।
Apni thakan se pehle sabki zarurat dekhna।
Apni khwahishon se pehle sabki khushi rakhna।
Mujhe yaad nahi ki maine apne liye aakhri baar kya kharida tha...
Lekin mujhe bachchon ki favourite chocolate ka flavour yaad hai...
Husband ki shirt ka size yaad hai...
Saas-sasur ki dawai ka time yaad hai...
Bas...
Apni pasand kab ki bhool chuki hoon।
Sab ke birthdays yaad rehte hain...
Anniversary yaad rehti hai...
School meetings yaad rehti hain...
Par kabhi-kabhi apni khud ki muskaan kab kho gayi...
Yeh yaad nahi rehta।
Aur sabse zyada dard tab hota hai...
Jab koi hansi mein keh deta hai—
**"Tum karti hi kya ho? Ghar par hi to rehti ho."**
Us pal dil to bahut rota hai...
Par chehre par bas ek muskaan aa jaati hai।
Kyunki safai dene se zyada zaroori hota hai...
Shaam ka khana banana।
Maine kabhi salary nahi maangi...
Na hi kisi medal ki umeed ki।
Bas kabhi-kabhi dil chahta hai ki koi peeche se aakar itna keh de—
**"Aaj tum baith jao... aaj main sab sambhal leta hoon."**
Ya phir...
**"Thank you... tumhari wajah se hi yeh ghar ghar lagta hai."**
Yakeen maaniye...
Yeh do shabd kisi bhi mehange tohfe se kahin zyada keemti hote hain।
Hum auratein kamzor nahi hoti...
Bas apni takleef chhupa leti hain।
Hum thakti bhi hain...
Tootti bhi hain...
Kabhi bathroom mein chupkar ro bhi leti hain...
Phir muh dho kar bahar aa jaati hain...
Taaki bachchon ko lage—
**"Mummy to hamesha theek rehti hain."**
Lekin sach yeh hai...
**Mummy bhi insaan hoti hai।**
Uska bhi dil hota hai...
Uske bhi sapne hote hain...
Usse bhi kabhi sirf do pal ki chhutti aur thoda sa apnapan chahiye hota hai।
Kyunki...
**Ek ghar sirf eent aur cement se nahi banta...**
**Ek aurat ki khamosh mehnat, uske bina shart pyaar aur har roz ki chhoti-chhoti kurbaniyon se banta hai।**
Aur shayad isi liye...
**Duniya ki sabse mushkil job ka koi appointment letter nahi hota... aur uski kabhi retirement bhi nahi hoti।** ❤️