Tea Cup- Short story (hindi)

I came to the blog with the determination to write something and then I checked my last post. Guess what, it was on 20th of August, exactly a month ago. In that very post, I had mentioned about writing more frequently which I failed to do. A lot of reasons but let’s not get into that.

I am sharing something I recently wrote, it is in Hindi and is in raw form (not edited). So go ahead, read it and let me know what you think. (Source for photo)

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Aadha piya hua chai ka woh cup, mez par rakha tha, chai toh behraal thandi ho chuki thi lekin uska abhi tak koi pata nahi tha. Neeche se achanak kisine awaz lagai thi toh woh daudta hua chala gaya tha. Mujhe lagaa koi khaas azeez aaya hoga aur yahi sochte sochte mujhe kaafi waqt ho gaya lekin koi nahi aaya. Mann mai khayal sa aaya ki uth kar chala jaata hun lekin fhir yaad aaya ki ghar khali tha aur is tarah ghar khula chod jaana theek nahi hoga toh main wapis baith gaya.

Mann behlane ke liye kuch toh karna tha toh waha padhe akhbar ko lekar maine saalo baad khabre padhna shru kiya aur keval istehaar dekh kar woh bhi mez par patak diya. Akhbar se adhi chai ka cup gir gaya aur poori mez par chai fhail gayi. Maine socha lo, yahi baaki tha and yahi soch kar main safai main lag gaya. Itni hi der main ek mohtarma zeene se upar aagayi aur boli Chacha jaan ghar hai kya, maine bola nahi woh nahi hai aap batae kya kaam. Woh thodi der ruki aur fhir boli, aap hai kaun, pehle toh yaha nahi dekha. Chacha jaan ne yeh ghar bech toh nahi diya?
Jispar maine jaldi se kaha arre nahi chacha jaan gaye hue hai bahar main unke bete ka dost hun. Paan chabati hui woh mud kar wapis zeene se utar gayi. Utarte utarte boli ki unse kehdena ki Sakeena ayi thi. Maine zehen main dobara naam dohraha jisse ki main bhool na jaun.

Mujhe baithe hue kuch adha ghanta hua hoga aur ab mere intezaar ki intehaan aage badh chuki thi. Mujhe apne dost par behisaab gussa aa raha tha par main yeh bhi soch raha tha ki kuch galat na hua ho. Thodi der main andar ek kamre main rakhe telephone ki ghanti baji toh main uthane ke lye gaya. Phone uthaya toh……..

 

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Garmi ka ek din

Hello again. I recently invested in a diary and now my aim is to put it to a good use. Today, I wrote a short story and a sher. Now you will have to wait for the sher because this post will have the story. Read it and let me know your views. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Woh Shaam

I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!

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Din dhal jae


Yeh subah subah meri kamre ki khidki ke bahar ka nazara hai. Aksar ise dekh kar kuch shayari, kahani ya koi poem likhno ko jee chahta hai par afsosan yeh ho na saka. Ek reluctance sa hai kuch dino se.
Behraal ek gaana bhi yaad aata hai. Kahi door jab din dhal jaye.
Sharing the song’s YouTube version for you. Aur haan ek na ek din main zaroor is photo par koi kahani ya fhir koi poem zaroor likhunga aur umeed hai aap yaha padhne ke liye zaroor honge ๐Ÿ™‚

Song: https://g.co/kgs/S8t9Ca

Gunah

Tuhme tumhare gunahon
Ki saza zaroor milegi
Aur mujhe mere gunaho ki

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Guzra hua ek din

Main school mai tha us samay, bachpan se hi mujhe din mai kuch waqt akele baithna pasand tha aur aksar dophar mai class ke baad mai akele baitha karta tha.

Hostel ke un dino main, ghar ki kaafi yaad aati thi, jaise dophar ko kabhi sogaya toh ghar ki yaad mai baaki din beet jaya karta tha. Ek class ki khidki se road ki side dikhta tha, us class ko hum Doon class kehte the. Waha aksar kuch bache khelte the, gaadiyan aati thi aur chali jaati. Main bas waha akela khidki ki taraf baith kar dekha karta tha.

Ab woh din chale gaye hai lekin tab lagta tha ki kab niklunga yaha se aur kab jaunga bahar. Pata nahi aaj kyun achanak mujhe woh din yaad aaya aur woh mere akele baith kar sochne ki adat bhi.

 

 

Waqt

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Yeh sochte hue ki aur
Log kya sochte honge mere baare mai

Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do
Thoda sa mann se jeene do

Rehne do jaisa hun mai
Karne do jo lagta sahi hai mujhko

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do


Pilot Supply

Aapne kabhi pilot supply ke baare main suna hai? Maine bhi nahi suna tha aaj se pehle kabhi.

Hua kuch aisa ki mai subah metro mai tha kaam par jaa raha tha, adaatan maine apni kitab nikali aur padhna shru kardiya. Kuch der baad peeche khade ek janab ka phone baja aur unhone uthaya aur bole Good morning Sir, udhar se Sir ne kuch bola hoga fhir thodi hi der baad janab bolte hai ki pilot ki supply karadun? Woh kaafi zor se bol rahe the toh mera dhyan kitab se hath kar unki baat ki taraf chala gaya. Ab aap batae ki koi pilot supply ki baat karega toh aap hairaan nahi honge? Udhar Sir ne na jaane kya jawab diya aur in janab ne kaha ki mai 10 baje tak pahuchunga keh kar phone kaat diya.

Main apni peeth kare hue saari baat sun raha tha aur mujhe bharosa se aur log bhi sun rahe honge. Maine is cheez ka jaldi se ek note banaya aur fhir main wapis apni kitaab main lag gaya.

Agar aapko iilm hai is pilot supply ke baare toh mujhe zaroor batana.

Shukriya!

P.S. I recently came across a blog where the writer is putting his thoughts in Hindi and I loved reading it. Inspired by that, I thought I’ll post something of my own in the similar fashion.

Kaafi arse se

I’ve always loved urdu/hindi poetry but never wrote much. This is where I wrote a certain thing and I’m sharing the same with you. Tell me if you share the same interest ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Musafir

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Musafir Hoon Yaaron!