Kal raat Dale lake (phir) sapne mein aaya.

Main Gupkaar road ki Grand Palace wali sadak se, daudte hue, Dal ki taraf ja raha tha. Sadak pe naya tarmac bicha tha, maine khush ho kar sadak se kaha, ” Arre wah! Kya baat hai!” Sadak ne jawab diya, “Zyada khush na ho, ye Omar Abdullah yahan roz saer ke liye aata hai, uske liye hai.”

Khair, Sadak ko ignore karte hue, main aagaey badh gaya, mujhe dekhte hi, Dal mein ek khushi  ki lehar daud uthi, aur mujhe gale laga liya. Mujhe bhi behad khushi hui, bohat daer mein mile they ham. Dal aur mein saath chalne lage, Dal ke kinare kinare, wohi sab batein hui, jo purane doston mein hoti hain, jab kayi dinon mein miltein hain, yahan wahan ki, mudde se duur. 

Saath toh chal hi rahe they, aur dal se nazrein bachaye, main thoda thoda kar ke, Dal mein duuba ja raha tha, Mujhe laga usse pata nahin chalega. Nishat tak pohanchte pohanchte, main lagbagh duub hi gaya tha, Dal ne kaha, ” Bahar nikal jao” Maine kaha,”Yaar. himmat nahin hai, duubne do” Dal ne jawaab diya, “Aapki marzi hai, par abhi nahin, abhi tumhara waqt nahi, kuch dekhna baqi hai.”

Itne mein achanak, ek gaadi taez chalte hue aayi, aur shayad ham ko kuchal hi deti, Dal ne mujhe ek dakka diya, main bach gaya, aur woh khud ek jheel ban gaya. Phir dekha, ki log khushiyan mana rahe they, jaise kissi kabar ke upar khushiyan mana rahe ho.

Mujhe sab saaf dikh raha tha. Pehli baar.

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