Shaapit Ghar Ki Kahaani — Ek Rakesh Ki Daravne Daastaan

mera naam rakesh hai… aur aaj main aapko woh kahaani sunane jaa raha hun… jisne hamari family ki aatma ko cheel kar rakh diya… woh haadsa… jiska asar aaj tak mere mann se nahin gaya… woh shaap… jo kabhi nahin uthega… mere family me 6 log the — pitaji (ramesh), maa (sunita), bhai (vishal), behen (anika), dada (harish), aur main — rakesh… hum log shahr ki gadbad se door… shanti ki khoj me… hum apne purane jungle wale farmhouse ki taraf chal pade… lekin shanti ki jagah… woh ghar… hamari kabron ki tarah tha… ghar jungle ki ghehri chhaya me tha… har taraf per ped aesa lage the… jaise woh haath badha rahe hon… unki shaakhen… chehre ki tarah ladakh rahe the… jaise har patta sans le raha ho har hawa ki sansanaahat me shaap tha… darwaze pe pahunchte-hi… woh apne aap khul gaya… chhar chhar ki awaz hui… jaise ghar ki atma humara swagat kar rahi ho… andar kadam rakhte-hi… deeware khoon se range huye the… ramesh ke haath se mashal gir gayi… agni ki halki roshni me deewaron pe haath ke chhap… ek chhoti ladki ki khoon se likhi hui awaz — “Bachaayiye… bachaayiye…” har taraf thi… vishal ke haath me achaanak woh chhuri aa gayi… jo pehle wahan thi hi nahin… uska chehra badalta chala gaya… aankhen laal… chehre ki nasen ug aayi… woh chillane laga… “rakesh… woh aagayi… woh aagayi… woh sab ko lejayegi…” dada ki sans kam hone lagi… maa ki chillahat purane ghar ki deewaron se takrayi… har taraf sansanaahat… har aahat pe hamara dil zor se dhadkta… har darwaza apne aap… har khidki… har pardan… har purana furniture… jaise woh ghar zinda tha… jaise woh hamari aatma ko nigal raha tha… vishal… ek corner me baitha tha… uska chehra pure khoon se range huye tha… aankhen puri kali… phir achanak ek awaz aai… — “Tumhare paas samay kam hai… kabhi bhi woh aaegi… kabhi bhi woh leengi…” har taraf sansanaahat… har taraf cheekh… khoon… ghar ki deeware jab purane raaz ugalne lagi… tab samajh aayi ki woh ghar shaapit tha… har raasta … kamra … corner … aatma … ek shaap se jakda hua tha… ramesh ki laash staircase pe pade thi… uske haath ki nasen kat chuki thi… maa ki awaz kamre ke kone se aayi — “rakesh… bach… woh sabko le gayi… woh… woh…” — phir awaz puri tarah se shaant ho gayi… dada ki aakhri sans ghar ki deewaron me samayi hui thi… vishal ki haalat deewano ki tarah hui… usne apne khoon se deewar pe likha: “CHHOR DO… IS GHAR KO… ISME SIRF DAR HAI… SIRF DAR...” har kadam pe purana farsh karaha… har darwaza… aapne aap… chhar chhar… har pardan… purana… har aina… shaapit… har kamre me khoon ki boond… har chehre pe maut ki chhayi… raat guzarti gayi… subah hui… par hamari family kabhi wapas nahin aayi… ghar aaj bhi khada hai… vahan aane wale ke kadmon ki aawaaz… andhkar me gunjti hai… jaise woh purana ghar… kabhi shaant nahin hone wala… kabhi mukti nahin dega… aaj tak… jo koi bhi us ghar me gaya voh kabhi wapas nahin aayi…