Ek Adhoori Si Mohabbat

Kabhi‑kabhi zindagi humein aise mod par le aati hai jahan na poora milna naseeb hota hai, na poori judaai. Bas ek adhoori si mohabbat reh jaati hai—yaadon mein, khwabon mein, aur alfaazon ke beech.

Ek Adhuri Kahani-

Raat ke uss khamosh pehar mein, jab shehar so raha hota hai, Rahul aksar apni khidki ke paas baith kar chaand ko dekha karta tha. Use lagta tha jaise chaand bhi uski tarah adhoora hai—poora hote hue bhi tanha.

Zoya uski zindagi mein ek mausam ki tarah aayi thi. Na achanak, na hi poori tarah. Dono ki mulaakaatein kam thi, lekin baatein gehri. Coffee ke cup se zyada garam unki khamoshi hoti thi. Aankhon se baatein hoti thi, aur lafzon ki zarurat kam padti thi.

Par mohabbat hamesha mil jaaye, aisa zaroori toh nahi.

Zoya ke sapne shehar se bade the, aur Rahul ke hausle zimmedariyon mein uljhe hue. Dono ek‑dusre ko chahte the, par ek‑dusre ko thaam paane jitni himmat shayad waqt ne nahi di.

Aur aakhirkar wo din agya jb dono ko alg alg raste pr jana tha.

Alvida ke din Zoya ne sirf itna kaha, “Apna khayal rakhna.”

Aur Rahul ne muskura kar haan keh di—kyunki kabhi‑kabhi mohabbat ka sabse bada saboot chhod dena hota hai.

Uske baad sirf yaadein reh gayi—aur kuch adhuri baatein, jo dil ke kisi kone mein ab bhi zinda hain.

Poetry-

Tum aaye toh laga zindagi ne muskurana seekh liya,
Tum gaye toh pata chala,
Muskurahat bhi kitni mehngi hoti hai.

Ant-

Yeh kahani un sab ke liye hai jo mile bina bhi kisi ke ho gaye. Kyunki mohabbat sirf paane ka naam nahi—kabhi‑kabhi yaadon mein zinda rehna bhi mohabbat hota hai.

— Ek Shayar

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