Saalon baad,wahi cafe, wahi khidki. Ayaan fir coffe k sath baitha huwa tha. Darwaza khula. Barish suru hui.
Aur is baar___
Ira muskurate hue andar aayi.
Ira ko dekh kar ayaan kuch pal k liye saans lena bhool gaya. Salon ka fasla Ek Pal Mei simat gaya. Barish Ki bunde Shishe se Fisal rahi thi, bilkul un yaadon Ki Tarah Jo Kabhi Ruki hi nahi thi.
"Tum.... Yahin?" Ayaan ki awaaj halki si kaanp rahi thi.
Ira ne coffe ki counter ki taraf dekha, fir dhire se kaha,
"Main har sheher me tumhe dhoondhti rahi. Har cafe, har barrish.... Par tum yahin the."
Woh baith gaye. Beech m khamoshi thi, par woh khamoshi bhaari nahi thi___ woh purani pehchaani sir thi. Ira ne apna bag khola aur ek purana sa kagaz nikaala.
Ayaan ne pehchaana___ uski likhi hui ek adhoori kahani.
"Tum ye sambhaal kr rakhti ho?"
"Kyuki isme mein bhi thi, " Ira muskurayi, Aankhe nam ho gayin.
Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
"Maine tumhara intezaar kiya. Har barrish mein."
Ira ne uska haath fir se pakda___ iss baar mazbooti se.
"Ab baarish khatam hone ka waqt aa gaya hai
Cafe ke bahar, baarish dheemi pad rahi thi. Log aate-jaate rahe, par un dono ke liye duniya wahi ruk gyi thi. Ayaan ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya__pyaar ka matlab sirf milna nahi hota, kabhi-kabhi rukna bhi hota hai.
Woh saath bahar nikle. Sadak par pani chamak raha tha, aur Aasmaan saaf ho raha tha. Ira ne kaha,
"Iss baar m jaungi nahi."
Ayaan muskubaar.
"Iss baar main rokunga bhi nahi...... Kyuki tum ruk chuki ho."
Barrish tham chuki thi.
Par kahaani..... Ab shuru hui thi. 💖