KAANCH KI DEEWAR

Ek Adhoori Mohabbat Ki Kahani

— Ek aisi mohabbat, jismein paana nahi… kisi ki muskaan ko bachaye rakhna zaroori tha —

Har mohabbat ki kahani mein hero ban paana mumkin nahi hota. Kuch kahaniyon mein apne priya insaan ki muskaan ko zinda rakhne ke liye, insaan ko khud hi haqeeqat ke us beraham “villain” ka kirdaar nibhaana padta hai.

‘Kaanch Ki Deewar’ kisi kaalpanik upanyaas ki jaani-pehchaani kahani nahi hai. Yeh ek aise insaan ki live diary hai, jo ekaant kamre mein apne teekhe maansik sangharsh, tanhaai aur seene mein chhupi anginat aahon ko apna saathi banaakar jeeta raha.

Haqeeqat ki beraham vidambana mein, jab ek madhyavargiya jeevan ke career aur mohabbat ke beech ek adrishya kaanch ki deewar khadi ho jaati hai—tab insaan khud kahin kho jaata hai. Lekin uske bheetar sanjoye hue ehsaas is diary ke khaamosh pannon par ek atal satya bankar darj hote jaate hain.

Aspataal ki un sakht safed deewaron ke beech, zindagi ke aakhri palon ki ore badhte hue bhi, is diary ke lekhak ne ant tak sirf ek insaan ke baare mein socha—aur sirf usi ke baare mein likha.

Is kitaab ke pannon mein bikhra hua hai ek gehra nishswarth tyaag, ek maayaavi kalpana ki duniya, aur us insaan ke saamne apne ahankaar aur ego ko tyaag dene ki ek jeevanmoolak seekh, jise hum dil se chaahte hain.

Kya aap ek nishswarth mohabbat ka saamna karne ke liye taiyaar hain?

Zindagi ki aakhri pankti par khade hokar jab lekhak kehta hai—

“Agar agla janm naam ki koi cheez hoti hai,
to phir milenge, priya.”

Tab yeh diary mahaz ek saadhaaran kahani nahi reh jaati.

Yeh ban jaati hai—

Ek Amar, Traasadi Prem-Dastaavez.