jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 35

"Oh... haya..." Woh herat bharri awaaz kahin door se aayi thi. Haya ne dheere se palkein us ki jaanib uthayin. Kaajal ki lakeer mit kar neeche beh gayi thi, tab bhi un udaas ankhon mein ajab sahar dikhata tha.

"Jihan Sikandar!" Woh badqat rasmi muskurayi. "Haya! Kaisi ho? Akeli ho?" Kehtay hue Jihan ne ard gard nigah dourayi. Wahan koi musafir Haya ka humsafar nahin lag raha
tha.

"Ji, akeli hoon."

"Main ne yeh bhi poocha hai ke kaisi ho?" Muskurata hua apnayat se kehtay hue woh akhbar teh karne laga. Woh jo

us ke liye hathori aur mikhay nahin rakh sakta tha, ab akhbar rakh raha tha? Ya Khuda! Yeh wahi Jihan Sikandar tha? "Main tumhein yaad kar rahi thi. Tum phir kab aaoge ghar?" Akhbar ek taraf rakh kar ab woh poori tarah Haya ki jaanib
mutawajjah tha. Woh yak tik usse dekhe gayi.

Bas... shayad kuch din...

Kuch kehne ki saee mein usay mehsoos hua, Jihan ki nazarain us ke haath pe pheli thi, aur pishtr us ke ke woh chhupa paati, woh dekh chuka tha.

"Joote ko kya hua hai? Itni sardi mein nange paon bethi ho. Lao, dikhao jote." Woh khafa ho gaya tha ya fikr mand, usay sochnay ka

moqa hi na mil saka. Jihan jo ta lene ke liye jhuka to us ne be basi se tooti heel wali sandal samnay ki.

"Yeh to alag honay wala hai." Us ke haath se jo ta le kar ab woh usse ulta palat kar dekhne laga. Haya ne bay chaini se pahlu badla.

"Jihan! Rehnay do."

"Thhero, shayad yeh jar jaye."

"Jihan! Log dekh rahe hain!"

Woh jhuk kar dosray haath se briefcase mein se kuch nikalne laga.

"Yeh pakro zara." Woh seedha hua aur juta Haya ko thamaya, phir haath mein pakra tip kholaa. Kafi lamba sa strap khol kar daant se kata. Haya ne samnay kiya. Us ne ehtiyaat se heel ke nichlay latak'te hissay ko upar ke saath jora aur us ke gird chakron mein tip lagata gaya.

"Ab pehno." Marham shuda sandal ko usne jhuk kar Haya ke qadmon mein rakha. Haya ne us mein paon dala aur
strap band karne jhuki hi thi ke zor parne se cheekh hui aur jail ka toota hissa sir se hi alag ho gaya. "Oh!" Woh mutasif hua.

"Koi baat nahi." Haya ko sharmindgi ne aan ghira utha. Yeh woh sard mohar aur talkh jihan nahi, balkay koi apna apna sa shakhs

woh jawab dene ki bajaye jhuk gaya tha. Haya ne gardan tirchi kar ke dekha. Woh apnay boot ka tasma khol raha tha. Us

se pehle ke Haya usse rok pati, Jihan ne apnay boot utar chuka tha.

"Pehno. Bahar thand hai, sardi lag jayegi." Ab woh joraban utar kar apnay briefcase mein rakha tha. Us ka
andaz  aam sa tha, jaise woh roz hi metro mein kisi na kisi ko apnay joote de deta ho.

"Nahi, rehnay do. Main abhi market se naya lay loongi."

"Pehno Haya!"

"Magar tum kya karoge? Tum to office ja rahe ho na?"

Jihan ne zara sa muskurakar asbaat mein sir hilaya. "Office ke kaam se sussli ja raha hoon."

"Phir main tumhein joote kaise wapas karoongi? Pata nahin kab tumhare ghar aaoon aur..."

"Tum abhi akeli kahin nahi ja rahi hain. Agla station sussli hai. Udhar hum sath mall se joote khareedenge, phir main

apnay boot wapas la loonga."

"Magar tumhare office ka kaam..."

"Main nange paon ja kar kya karoon ga?" Woh dheere se muskuraya. Woh pehli bar Haya ke liye muskuraya tha. Woh yak tik ka jal ki mitti siyahai wali aankhon se usay dekhe gayi. Us ke chehre se chipki moti gili latain ab sookhne lag gayi thi aur thorhi se girte paani ke qatray ab khushk ho chuke thay.

"Joote pehno. Log ab bhi dekh rahe hain."

Woh chonki phir halka sa sir jhataka aur dohri ho kar boot pehnne lagi. Woh jab bhi samjhti ke Jihan la taluqee se baitha, us

ki baat nahin sun raha, woh us ko wahi firqah luta diya karta tha. Woh seedhi hui to Jihan akhbar khol chuka tha. Ajeeb dhoop

chaon jaisa shakhs tha.Sasli ke stop par metro se utarte waqt Haya ne dekha, Jihan bohot aaram se us ke agay nange paon chal raha tha. Us ke andaaz mein koi khaf na thi.

Woh dono khamoshi se seedhiyan charhne lage. Chand zayene baad hi seedhiyon ke ikhtitam par sadak aur khula aasman dikhayi dene laga. Woh Jihan ke daayin taraf thi. Aakhri seedhi charhte hue us ne dekha zameen par ek keel nikli padi thi. Us se pehle ke woh muntaqil kar pata, Jihan ka paon us ke nokdaron wale hisse par aya. Jab us ne dobara paon uthaya ya to us ki eirdi se khoon ki nani si bond nikal gayi thi. Us ne be ikhtiyar Jihan ka chehra dekha. Woh sukoon se seedha mein dekhta tez tez chal raha tha.

"Jihan... tumhara paon... tumhein zakham aya hai." Woh us ke saath chalne ki koshish mein tezi se chalne lagi thi.

"Kher hai." Woh ruka nahi.

"Magar tumhara khoon nikla hai." Woh waqai parishan thi.

"Bachon wali baat karte ho tum bhi. Itne zara se khoon se mein zakhmi to nahi hua. Bohat tough zindagi guzari hai maine..." Woh dekho,Jevahir mall."

Is se kuch kehna bekar tha. Woh chup ho kar us ke saath mall ke qareeb aar kiya.

Woh ek buland o buland khubsurat, neelay sarmayi sheeshon se dhaki imarat thi. Us ke oopar bara sastara aur ataraf mein

chhote sitare bane thay. Baray sitare ke oopar “Cavahir mall” likha tha aur Jihan oron ki tarah

"C" ko "J" parh raha tha.

"Yeh Jevahir mall hai. Europe ka sab se bara aur duniya ka chhata bara shopping mall." Woh fakhr se bola tha.

Jevahir ander se bhi itna ujala tha. Safed tailon se chamakte farsh, oopar tak nazar aati paanchon manzilon ke
baraamde, aur har mall ki tarah woh darmiyan se khokhla tha. Aeen wasat mein ek oonchay khajoor ke darakht towers ki tarah lagay thay, aur yeh roshniyon aur qamqamon se muzain towers paanchvi manzil ki chat tak jaate thay.

Woh mashboor si gardan uthaye upar paanchvi manzil ki balconies dekh rahi thi, Jihan insanon ka ek be fikr, hansata muskarata hujoom har so bukhar uthta. Rang, khushboo, imarat, chamak... aah... woh Europe tha.