Kaali Diary ka Shraap

mera naam arjun hai aur aaj yeh sunane jaa raha hoon jo maine apni zindagi mein dekha aur mehsoos kiya wo shayad aap kabhi na maan pao lekin main kasam khata hoon har lafz sach hai kuch mahine pehle main apne purane gaav gaya tha jo kaafi samay se chhod diya gaya tha wahaan sirf kuch purani deewarein aur ek tooti hui haveli thi jisme bachpan mein main khelta tha mere dadaji hamesha kehte the ki is haveli mein ek kamra aisa hai jisme koi nahi jaata ek din mausam badal gaya aandhiyaan chalne lagi main apni curiosity ke chakkar mein wahan chala gaya andhera itna tha ki haath ko haath nahi dikhta tha torch le kar main andhar gaya deewar ke kone mein ek purani almari thi jis par moti moti dhool ki parat thi main almari kholne laga toh uske andar ek purani diary mili diary ka cover kale rang ka tha aur uspe ajeeb se symbols bane the jaise kisi ne khoon se banaye ho andar ke pages pe kuch likha tha jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya ek ajeeb si thandi hawa chalne lagi jaise kisi ne mere kaan ke paas se saans li ho main diary le kar wahan se nikal aaya raat ko jab main apne kamre mein diary pad raha tha toh mujhe lagne laga ki shabdon ke beech mein kuch tasveeren dikh rahi hain jaise kisi ka chehra jal raha ho pehla page kisi aurat ke baare mein tha jiska naam leela tha jo kaafi saalon pehle is gaav mein rehti thi log kehte the woh kala jadu karti thi uske baad gaav mein bimaari faili log ek ek karke marne lage ek din logon ne use zinda jala diya diary ke agle page pe likha tha jo mere haath kaanpne lage “jo bhi yeh shabd padhega uski rooh mere paas aayegi” maine diary band kar di aur socha yeh bas gaav ke purane kahaniyan hongi lekin us raat mujhe sapna aaya main ek lambi syaah chadar odhe aurat ko dekh raha tha uske haath me wahi diary thi aur woh muskurake mujhe dekh rahi thi agle din main diary apne saath sheher le aaya mujhe lagta tha bas main ise research ke liye rakhunga lekin sheher aane ke baad mere ghar mein ajeeb ghatnayein hone lagi raat ko darwaze khud khud bnd khulne lage mere kamre ki light ek dum se blink karne lagti main ne diary ko almari ke sabse upar rakh diya par ek din jab main office se wapas aaya toh diary mere bed pe khuli hui thi us page pe jo main kabhi khola hi nahi tha uspe likha tha “ab tum kabhi mujhse chut nahi sakte” us raat mere ghar ki ghanti bar bar baji jab main darwaza kholne gaya toh bahar koi nahi tha neeche se ek halki si hansi aayi jaise koi bachcha hasi ho par mere building mein koi bachcha nahi rehta main ne police ko bulaya lekin unhone kaha yeh bas mera waham hoga agle kuch din mere room ke mirrors pe ungliyon ke nishaan milne lage jaise kisi ne andar se likha ho ek din main ne record karne ke liye camera lagaya raat ko video dekha toh ek safed saaya mere bed ke paas khada tha woh diary uthakar khol raha tha main ne dar ke maare diary ko jala dene ka socha lekin jaise hi main ne matchstick lagayi diary se ek tez cheekh nikli aur andhera cha gaya main behosh ho gaya jab hosh aaya toh diary wahan nahi thi lekin mere hath pe ek symbol jal gaya tha wohi jo diary ke cover pe tha us din ke baad se main har jagah us aurat ki jhalak dekhta hoon kabhi metro ke glass mein kabhi office ke washroom ke mirror mein kabhi sapne mein kabhi jaagte hue mujhe lagta hai main jitna bhaagta hoon woh utni hi kareeb aati hai ab main jaanta hoon yeh kahani nahi meri zindagi ka shraap ban chuki hai aur agar tum yeh sun rahe ho toh ho sakta hai tum bhi uske agle shikar ho kyunki jo is diary ke baare mein jaanta hai woh uske nazdeek aa jata hai main tumhe ek hi salaah dunga jab bhi tumhe koi purani kaali diary mile chahe kahan bhi ho use kabhi mat chhuna warna tumhara ant wahi hoga jo mera hone wala hai...