hello freinds,
Kabhi-kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki ghar ek jagah nahi hota.
Ghar ek awaaz hoti hai…
rasoi se aati hui maa ki pukaar,
subah mandir ki ghanti,
Papa ka अख़बार पलटने का शोर,
भाई-बहन की छोटी-सी लड़ाई,
और दादी की वही पुरानी कहानी, जिसे हम हर साल सुनते थे, फिर भी हर बार नई लगती थी।
बचपन में मुझे लगता tha ki ghar bas woh jagah hai jahan hum rehte hain. Lekin jaise-jaise badi hui, samajh aaya ki ghar toh un logon se banta hai, jinke saath hum apni zindagi ke chhote-chhote pal baantte hain.
Mujhe aaj bhi Rakhi ka woh din yaad hai.
Subah se ghar mein ek alag hi raunak hoti thi. Maa kitchen mein khana bana rahi hoti thi aur main baar-baar ghadi dekhti thi ki bhai kab aayega. Rakhi baandhne ke baad milne wala gift mere liye zaroor important tha, lekin usse zyada important tha woh ek din, jab hum dono bina lade saath baithte the.
Diwali bhi kuch aisi hi thi.
Ghar ki safai se zyada mujhe woh shaam yaad hai jab hum sab milkar diye jalate the. Dadi har baar kehti thi, "Diya chhota ho ya bada, roshni apna kaam karti hai."
Tab unki baat bas ek kahawat lagti thi.
Aaj samajh aati hai.
Zindagi mein kuch log bhi diye jaise hote hain. Woh hamesha hamare saath nahi rehte, lekin unki di hui roshni bahut door tak saath chalti hai.
Dadi ki kahaniyan bhi mere liye kisi diye se kam nahi thi.
Woh aksar raat ko humein apne bachpan ke kisse sunaya karti thi. Hum बीच में हँसते, सवाल करते, kabhi unki baat kaat dete. Aur woh har baar kehti, "Tum log bade ho jaoge na, toh inhi baaton ko yaad karoge."
Tab hum hans dete the.
Aaj jab kabhi ghar se door hoti hoon, toh unki wahi baatein achanak yaad aa jaati hain.
Tab samajh aata hai ki unhone sirf kahaniyan nahi sunayi thi…
woh humare andar ek ghar bana rahi thi.
Aaj festivals pe ghar pehle jaisa nahi lagta.
Kuch log doosre shehron mein hain. Kuch apni zindagi mein busy hain. Kabhi video call par Rakhi bandhti hai, kabhi Diwali ki mithai screen ke us paar se dikhai jaati hai.
Aur kabhi-kabhi festival ke din ghar mein sab kuch hota hai—diye, mithai, lights, decorations…
Bas kisi ek apne ki kami hoti hai.
Tab pata chalta hai ki ghar ki khamoshi bhi bahut kuch keh sakti hai.
Lekin shayad ghar ki khoobsurti isi mein hai.
Hum chahe kitni bhi door chale jaayein, kitne bhi naye shehar dekh lein, kitne bhi naye logon se mil lein… kuch jagah aur kuch rishte humare andar hamesha waise hi rehte hain.
Mere liye ghar ek address nahi hai.
Ghar woh hai jahan meri bachpan ki hansi abhi bhi kahin na kahin goonjti hai.
Woh hai jahan Rakhi ka ek dhaaga sirf kalai par nahi, dil par bandhta hai.
Woh hai jahan Diwali ka diya sirf aangan nahi, yaadon ko roshan karta hai.
Woh hai jahan Dadi ki kahaniyan waqt ke saath purani nahi hoti.
Aur woh hai jahan apne log paas ho ya door…
dil ko unki taraf lautne ke liye kisi raste ki zaroorat nahi padti.
Shayad isi liye kehte hain—
Ghar wahi hai jahan dil lagta hai.
Aur mera dil…
aaj bhi wahi laga hua hai.