Sahir ek lafz kahe baghair chala gaya

Sahir ek lafz kahe baghair chala gaya. Mehak ne Meeraal ke haath thaam liye. "Phir panic attack?" Meeraal ne aahista se sar hila diya. "Yeh pendant…" Mehak ne pehli baar use dekha. "Yeh tumhara hai?" Meeraal ne nam aankhon se kaha: "Pata nahin… magar aisa lag raha hai jaise kabhi tha." Kuch der baad teeno canteen ke quiet corner mein baithe the. Shor ird gird tha… magar un ki mez par khamoshi. Koi larka football match par cheekh raha tha. Kisi mez par friends selfies le rahe the. Zindagi har taraf aam raftaar se chal rahi thi. Sirf chand log hote hain… jin ke andar waqt ruk jata hai. Sahir ne paani ka glass Meeraal ki taraf barhaya. "Tum doctor se milti ho?" Meeraal ne chonk kar dekha. "Kya?" "Panic attacks normal stress se different lag rahe hain." Mehak ne foran kaha: "Main bhi yahi kehti hoon." Meeraal ne halki narazgi se dono ko dekha. "Tum dono ne alliance bana li hai?" Mehak hans di. "Agar tum stubborn ho… to haan." Kai din baad Meeraal ke labon par halki si muskurahat aayi. Sahir ne pehli baar use muskurate dekha… aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ke us ke chehre ki sakhti chand lamhon ko narm par gayi. Shaam ko Meeraal ghar pohanchi to Ami drawing room mein baithi thin. TV par koi drama chal raha tha. "Aa gayi?" "Ji." "Khana fridge mein hai… aur haan, Khala ka phone aaya tha. Kal jana hai." Meeraal ne bag rakh diya. Aam gharelu jumlay… aam din… Magar insaan apne andar kitni ghair mamooli jangain chhupa leta hai… koi nahin jaanta.